Italy Hetalia Chibi Novels & Stories

My head screamed “Not as sexy as my cousin’s baby blue eyes, I am afraid. The name is Alejandro and it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance” he said, flashing me a smile. It is official; Italian men are the hottest things alive, I thought as I shook his hand “I am Diana and it is a pleasure to meet you too” I said “Cousin” Alejandro nodded towards Dante who nodded back.

Not in Italy. Right?

He softly placed his left hand to the small of my back and linked his fingers through mine with his spare hand as he pulled me gently closer to his chest, it felt wrong to place my hand upon his chest, but I awkwardly didn’t know where I should place it. “Micetta if you are uncomfortable just say, you do not need to suffer from my father’s unsubtlety’s” he smiled gently. Micetta? I didn’t know its meaning but his Italian accent was intriguing to my lonely heart. God I really was losing it. “Micetta?” I questioned with a tilt of my head. He chuckled softly “it is Italian for kitten” I froze, my blood running cold as my body physically jolted still with his words. All comfort I had been feelin

Muscle spasms begin to leave me weak and almost unaware of where I am. Mattia leaves a bite on my shoulder, as if his possessive self needs to mark my body as his own property, and somehow, that was by far the most pleasurable thing I felt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the orgasm he had given me; our breaths were still trying to calm down when he pulled me into his arms. Mattia is an Italian man who is starting to have some gray hairs, making him even more charming. His finely drawn, thin lips are what make him even more beautiful. I run my hand over his full, neatly trimmed beard; his bright eyes on me are clear in their questioning.

Not even about the auction and human trafficking. “So what you’re saying is that your biologicals are fucking Italian mafia?! And you’re basically a stranger to them? The fuck? This is bizarre.” Cyrus roughly ran his fingers through his silky locks of hair, vigorously. “And to place a cherry on top, fucking Gabriel has an alliance with the Italians.” He hissed under his breath making her go wide eyed. “Huh? Wait, seriously?”

I lay on his chest as we talked . The only light in the room was the tv that was facing our bed . "Teach me some Italian" I chirped , playing with his hand that rested on my waist , pulling me closer to him . "Mm okay" he lay on his other arm . "Cagna is a female dog" . His accent changed when he spoke Italian , it got deeper . "Cagna" I repeated , getting a nod off of Ace . "Sole is the sun" . The words just rolled off tongue like it was effortless. "Sole" i grinned , knowing I pronounced it wrong . "Sad is triste" he rolled his R . I attempted to copy him but he chuckled at me when I failed .

“Sì?” She cocked her head to the side as she repeated what he said. “What’s ‘sì’?” “It’s ‘yes’ in Italian.” “Italian? You're Italian?” “Yes. I am from Italy. You are also Italian.” He stated. “I am? But I’m not from Italy; I'm from Devnia.” The little girl corrected. “Am I Italian, too?” Her brother asked, and he chuckled. “Yes. Half. Both of you are half Italian.” “And mum, is she Italian too?”

Harriet is a little more calm than her hyper sister and puts her arms up for me to carry her downstairs. "You're a big girl now, patatina. You can walk like your sister does," I say as I get of the bed and pull my sweatpants up that slipped down a little. Harriet's nickname is a common nickname used for children in Italy and means little potato which Damian finds adorable. "But papà," she says with her lip stuck out.

“You are married to our master, so it is only natural we call you Ma. I shook my head quickly. “No. Please, call me Elena. It feels wrong otherwise.” She tilted her head, considering. “Alright, Elena. But only if you call me Zia Chiara,” she said, using the Italian word for Aunt. ( Aunt Chiara). A smile broke across my face. “Deal,” I said, and we both laughed. As she set a steaming dish before me, I frowned at it curiously. “What’s this?” Her eyes twinkled. “This is lasagna al forno. A very common and very delicious Italian dish. You’ve never had it?” I shook my head, wide eyed. “Well, you will love it. Try.” She gestured encouragingly.

Dalia's POV Italy is a very beautiful country. The environment and people are so gorgeous, I definitely forgot why we had to take a vacation in the first place. It was evening by the time we landed in Italy and the way the city lit up had me squealing like a child. “Chels, it's so beautiful”, I told her when she walked up beside me. “I knowwwwww, girl. I can live here forever if I'm permitted to”, she said excitedly and we giggled like high school girls again.