Italy Hetalia Chibi Novels & Stories

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.

The kind of grin that made my knees weaken and my brain forget how to function. "You smell like Matteo." The name sent a shiver down my spine, and I stepped back. "And you are?" He tilted his head, still smiling, but there was something sharp behind his eyes. "Calix, Calix Del Piero." Another Del Piero? My throat went dry. "Let me guess," I muttered. "You're the second alpha?" His grin widened. "So, Matteo already told you about us?" "He told me I'm some kind of shared chew toy between three overgrown dogs."

Caleb said in Italian, which caught Asher’s attention instantly. That phrase meant “Boss, there’s news from Italy.” Speaking in Italian meant the situation was serious and needed privacy. “Qual è questa notizia?” Asher asked. “What’s the news?” “Il tuo cugino sta di nuovo facendo il boss in Italia. Sta usando il tuo nome per far obbedire i tuoi uomini lì.” “Your cousin is pretending to be the boss again in Italy. He’s using your name to control your men there.” “Damn, that brat.”

I tell her. I don’t think she believes me. I am not sure why she is so nervous but I can feel her tense up as we are walking up to the table. I can see three people as we approach. “Ciao my name is Alpha Riccardo. This is my mate Luna Chiara and this is my Beta Diego.” Alpha Riccardo says. “It is great to meet you. I am Alpha Brayden and this is my mate Luna Aliya.” I reply.

She knows I don’t want to know anything that happens with her and the others. Not only that, but Alpha King Gabriel has brought in countless troops from the kingdom overseas and we’ve all been getting out of school three hours early every day and spending extra efforts on training for war. His brother will be surprised to know that Gabriel has his own horde of witch/werewolf hybrids. That most of them all have crescent moons on their foreheads puts me at ease with Annalise’s. Theirs are smaller, however. “Get your hands off of me. I don’t fuck around anymore.”

Chrissie travels to Italy for online boyfriend. ************ Chrissie's fingers shook as she dialled the number on her piece of paper. She listened to the ring tone and her heart almost stopped beating as the voice of a woman answered on the other end. "Hello, Signora!" she said in her best Italian. "I'd like to speak to Mario, is he there?" The lady said something fast that Chrissie interpreted as Mario not being there. "Will he be at home tonight?" she tried, not sure whether she'd said it grammatically correct. Again the lady on the other end spoke too fast for Chrissie to understand. She did think she'd heard a maybe so she decided that she'd call again later.

Italians Lalisa’s face turned pale, holding on to her last hope and asking, “Dude, isn’t Alana’s good friend Italian?” On the other side, Leon was silent for a few seconds and then said, “Alana grew up in Italy. If his good friend is not Italian, then what country could he be?” Leon finally extinguished the last bit of hope. “What did you guys say when you got on the train?” The cell phone’s voice pickup performance was excellent. Leon heard McKay’s voice and said, “I guess the Rossi I was talking about and the person you just mentioned are the same.” Person."

I now stand as Capo Dei Capi as my husband did, only this time it is in Italy instead of New York. Still, some people doubt me and refuse to bow just because I am a woman, just like this idiot at the end of the heel of my stiletto. “You are not my queen!” he cries out in Italian, spit flying against my heel. I shake my head and give him a sweet smile. “You will bow to me in death, buscetta,” I say, digging my heel deeper into his throat and watching him trash around, looking at me wide-eyed. “And you’ve ruined my fucking shoe.”

As we stand outside the airport waiting for a bus, Gabe taps my shoulder, his eyes focusing on a spiky haired young looking man. "Hmmm! He's tasty," he eyes him up and down before spotting a muscular blond guy walking behind him. "Oh my, he's pretty delicious too!" I smirk at him. "I take it you're here to enjoy the beautiful landmarks and scenery?" He keeps his vision focused gorgeous men walking around. "Well I have plenty to admire, don't I? I think we're going to have a lot of fun here. Don't you think?" I think so. Bring it on, Italy. END OF BOOK ONE

If it wasn't about to turn me mad, then, of course, why not? "Matteo, get down from that table right now before you hurt yourself," Obediently he did jump from the table but to the arms of the chair, going further to pull his sister up to himself. "All I'm saying is," Char picked up the conversation, "We need something strong to tell Italy that La belle exists," "But how?" "Don't ask me that; your husband is the president of the fuvking country; you've got a part of the world under your feet; make use of it" Knowing me, she added, "Enough of the pride."