Italy Hetalia Chibi Novels & Stories

Italy is slowly becoming my second home, and the language is getting easier to learn. Benvenito a casa, la mia raggazza is boldly written on a large banner. Grinning, we open the door, past the banner, and there everyone is waiting. “Daddy!” Violet screams as she runs to her Dad, hugging him tightly. Nina wastes no time as she walks to her Family, moving into her mother’s embrace. Smiling, Cara, Danielle and I walk to Sinister. “Phiona.” Luciano grins as he jumps into my arms, I kiss him all over his face, as he tightens his hand round my neck, God, I love this boy so much.

He said, walking away to motion to one of his many ‘companions’. “Capo?” She asked innocently as she approached him. “Ah, Anita. Ricordagli perché l'Italia è il posto migliore da visitare.” (Italian for “Remind him why Italy is the best place to visit.”) He told her as he smacked her asš. “Si, Capo.” She replied as she swayed her hips towards me. I gulped down the remaining contents of my drink before placing it on the side table.

One of my friends that are in on the bet had called me to ask about how it’s all going, thankfully Gabriella doesn’t speak Italian. The call - L - Cosa vuoi che faccia Deigo? Sono allo stupido appuntamento non posso chiamarti ora (What do you want Diego? I’m on the stupid date I can’t call you now) D - Sempre educato come sempre. Comunque solo chiamando per vedere come sta andando con la cagna americana? (Still as polite as ever i see. Anyway just calling to see how it’s going with the american bitch?)

But somehow, I manage to simply laugh at Natalia’s suspicion that Daniel might like men – as if it’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heared? “Really, Natalia?” I ask, scoffing pleasantly. “I mean, I know we’re not a very handsy couple or anything, but I didn’t think we’d pushed you that far along into the realm of the ridiculous.” “Ah well,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me a little bit. “I suppose that it is just that you are Americans. In Italy, when the young are in love, they cannot keep their hands off of each other. You know?”

I spout out in defeat. WORLD TRANSLATION < > Il Mio bel Principe < >my handsome prince < >Cosa c'è di sbagliato in te? < >What is wrong with you?

“Papa, Rossi. Is. The. Enemy. E-N-E-M-Y.” “Try questioning my intelligence again,principessa. I dare you.” Papa’s warning was stern. “Mi dispiace,Papa.” I’m sorry, Papa. But cut to the chase and frigging tell me already. “The Colombos and Rossis have deep ties from our home, Leo. The bond ofItaliais stronger than any other alliance, and the Rossis have proven to be useful in creating paths andstructures for us back at home. We have relied on each other for decades now, lending helping hands to each other.”

His tone was like ice, every word a threat, cutting through the false politeness of the room. Adriano chuckled, a dry, unsettling sound that grated on Hades’s nerves. He leaned back in his chair, making himself comfortable. “Ouuuuuu I should be terrified? Always so eager to flex those American muscles. Very well. A quick peek, for old times’ sake. But don’t expect a torture show, my dear Hades. We Italians are not as barbaric as you Americans. We don’t torture women. We... appreciate them. We fuck them.” He laughed, a high-pitched, disturbing cackle that made Hades’s blood boil, an ugly, perverted sound that echoed in the concrete room. “You sick bastard!” Hades roared, his face contorting w

Yeah, Talia could see how the hypocrisy could be amusing. “Hold up. You left the office like the devil was nipping at your ass to find Delicioso about your proposal, so… it’s him isn’t it?” Talia took a frustrated sip out of her martini glass and said, “He’s Italian.” “Reigning from the same hot species. Is it him or not?” she shot back. Talia cleared her throat, turned her head away to the side, her left hand rising to rub at her cheek and ear. She jumped when Carrie screamed, quickly turning to face her.

This wasn’t a dream… “Oh, God,” Hailee gasped. “Alessandro… No!” “Sì, piccola… (Italian for ‘yes, baby’)” He was suddenly looming over her, his face dark with passion, mouth full and moist from the mayhem he had just been creating with his tongue. “You’re mine… All mine…”

Filippo leans over me, leans his head against the wall and bites his lower lip with a smile. "Oh, dannazione!", "Oh, shit!", I mutter in Italian.