Italy Hetalia Chibi Novels & Stories

"which one?" "huh?" "Which flavor?" "oh, um dark chocolate." he orders for the both of us in Italian. "you are having a star- what?" "Stracciatella, it's a classic." waiting for my ice cream I couldn't help but whisper. "They are all afraid of you." he just made a hmmm noise, His focus on his phone. "you like it don't you? I'm the big bad king fear me or lose your life." He types something fast dropping the phone back to his pocket. "fear is power so yes I do enjoy it. but people don't fear me because I go around killing everyone, they fear me because I can go around killing anyone. "

came a rich voice from the other side of the door. The servant opened the door, and I wanted to gasp. This man had no shame, he was balls deep in Tiffany’s pussy and was pounding into her. “Cara mia, swallow my cock whole with that tight pussy of yours.” He groaned as her tits bounced underneath him. Then directed at us he said, “I’ll be with you three in a minute.” All we could do was stand there as this Italian man claimed her pussy right in front of us. I could smell that he was a hybrid, too. The only one of us that stood any kind of chance against him was Zepher.

I leaned back slightly, turning my head just enough to look at him. “Well,” I said, a small smirk forming despite myself, “how about whether I should be scared that you have a… questionable tattoo.” His grin widened innocently. “What do you mean questionable?” “You know…” I made a motion of glancing down to his waist area and then bringing my gaze back up. He was grinning and I could feel the heat fill my cheeks. “A cock tattoo” “Cock… really? That is what you Italians call a dick?” “It sounds better”

"Sorry. Drama, drama, drama," She gave me a strange look. "Isn't that what Italians are known for?" "From what I've heard, Italians are known for much more than just drama." I wiggled my eyebrows at her. I chuckled. Winced when the stitches pulled on my lower belly. She shot forward. "Who the hell put you up so high? Are they stupid?" I laughed again. "Domenico." She cursed him under her breath. "Why are the hot, moody ones so stupid?"

“Ti amo… something.” Layla chuckled. “Ti amo tanto. It means I love you so much.” “Oh!”. Gabi’s eyes brightened. “I’ll go write it down.” She ran off. “She’s learning how to speak Italian.” Gabe explained. “It’s nice. You should learn it too.” She told him. “I have.” “Really? Let me hear it.” “mi chiamo Gabriel e ho otto anni.” Gabe said without missing a beat. “mia zia Layla è una bella donna.”

“You think like me.” “No,” I corrected softly, pressing my forehead to his. “You think like me.” His arms tightened, crushing me against him as if my body were the only anchor keeping him sane. “Then Italy is ours, completely. I’ll tear apart anyone who even dreams otherwise.” I let my fingers wander into his hair, pulling him down into another kiss, gentler this time, a contrast to the steel of our words. “And I’ll be right there beside you. Every Don, every syndicate, they’ll learn soon enough. Italy isn’t a chessboard. It’s already claimed.”

She rolled her eyes, turning around and smiling again. "I have to look my best in my dream country." She mumbled, walking past him to the car. As far as he was concerned Italy to some people was meant only for the Mafia, the gangs, and Glades. "Why is Italy your dream country? You did say it was because of me, right?" He asked as they got into the car. "Yes, it was." She answered nonchalantly. "Why?" "Because every time you made me cry I was so determined to join the Mafia and make you pay. I did imagine skinning you alive and burning your flesh... dipping the catapelta into your knee and spurting out blood from your lungs..and..."

“Vico, Chiarina, this is Althaia. My love. Althaia, meet Vico and Chiarina Mancini.” “Buonasera Mr. and Mrs. Mancini.” Althaia greeted them in Italian with a smile. Both Vico and Chiarina were baffled for a moment, looking at Althaia as if she was not real. “Finally!” They both exclaimed at the same time and shoved me away to hug her. I shook my head at them as they gathered around her, holding her hands and giving her endless compliments as talked to her with so much excitement. Althaia smiled shyly at them and a blush crept on her face.

Stop crying Mummy] He was shouting now and shaking Alcina like a rag doll, ‘Smetti di piangere, smetti di piangere’ [Stop crying, stop crying] He dribbled and then his eyes darkened, ‘Sei molto carina, Gio ti vuole come mamma‘ [You are very pretty, Gio wants you like he did Mama] His fleshy paw reached for her breast and he squeezed it making her cry out then his hand moved over her belly, ‘Apri le gambe abbastanza dai a Gio la tua figa o ti farà male come mamma [Open your legs pretty give Gio your pussy or he will hurt you like Mama]

Translations I suoi baci- His Kisses la mia Riley in pericolo- My Riley in Distress il mio Xavier in armatura splendente- my Xavier in shining armor figlia psicotica di una cagna troia-psychotic daughter of a slutty bitch.