Italy Hetalia Chibi Novels & Stories

I hope she understood this code especially since I mentioned the country and person holding me captive, "oh... you did make mention of Jake being from France but I heard Italy is more fun during summer." I exhaled sharply, she got it... thank goodness we made codes in times like this, "yeah Italy is the best, maybe we should find the best place to visit." "I'll make enquiries, Rome, Venice, Milan, Sicily, I really don't know where we should pick, I think Milan would be a great pick." "Nah... Sicily would be perfect, it gives off street vibes, beautiful culture, I even heard that there's a mountain here, it would be perfect."

She answered in the equally mocking tone. Aleksandr sharpened his eyes hearing her words. His enemy's daughter was not what he expected her to be. She was not the spoiled mafia princess he imagined. This princess has claws. Wild claws and temper. A dangerous combination. Aria moved forward and got into his face. Her grey eyes wild with anger while His blue eyes were enjoying her turmoil. "I don't care from which hellhole you come from or who you are. For me, you are nothing but a stray dog who is sniffing around my territory. Unlike the Irish and the Irish mafia, Cosa Nostra don't want alliances to look strong. This is our kingdom and you have no place in it. So stop your activities in our T

I lean back in my chair, sighing happily. Stevie gives me a knowing look. “You look relaxed.” I shrug. “I am.” She tilts her head. “That’s suspicious.” I smirk but say nothing. She rolls her eyes. “Fine, keep your secrets.” I change the subject. “So… Italy?” A slow, pink blush spreads across her cheeks. “Oh my God,” I gasp, leaning forward. “You never blush. What happened?” She groans, covering her face. “I hate you.”

Then he looked at her again with that cold, calculating smirk. “I know who you are, Chloe.” He said her name like a threat wrapped in velvet. “You’re the girl from Italy. The one who saw too much.” Her throat tightened, the mention of Italy dragging a dark memory out of the vault she’d buried it in. The cobbled streets, the blood, the screaming. A body on the ground. “You’re wrong,” she said quickly, almost too quickly. “I don’t know anything.”

CHAPTER 4 Lily's POV I covered my mouth with my hands to make sure that I will not make any sound. The older tall guy is saying something to the younger tall guy. I can't understand it but I have a feeling that they are speaking in Italian judging on the accent and on how freaking good looking the younger guy is. He freaking looks like a younger version of Tyson Ballou and damn the way he speaks in Italian makes my ovaries want to burst because of too much horniness.

Atlast something I would also want to know. “Mia.” She sobs. Everything about her shouted Italian except for everything didn’t say Italian at all. She was as loud and overpowering, but also as fragile and dependent. “Well isn’t this a party?” Achille growls from behind me and the girl’s eyes shoot up from their intense chatter.

I correct with a smirk. “You don't like him, stupido pezzo di merda.” She growls. “You like Vincenzo.” (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of shit) I look at her and give her a small sigh. “Thanks for paying stupido pezzo di whatever you just said.” I laugh. (Italian Translation: You stupid piece of) *** “This movie doesn't make sense.” He says shaking his head. I look up to him with a frown. He didn't just insult my movie.

Livia said, and her mother Bursted into laughter. All this while valentina just kept glaring at Aurora. 'Why does she get whatever I want,' She taught inwardly. "Can we just eat please" Valentina yelled, making everyone turned to look at her. Her mother rolled her eyes likewise her sister. They knew she hates Aurora, and every matter that has to do with her. "She's right. Let's just eat" Aurora said. Everyone started eating. The food consist of spaghetti bolognese which is one of the famous Intaly food, and one of the best.

Tufts of his blonde hair escape through his open helmet. Ready to head for battle...I read the labeling, Nikolay's Royal Danish Tea. Oh wow, they even have their own tea company! I can't help but wonder if the knight resembles Vladimir or if perhaps my eyes are playing tricks on me. Ha! What a vain jerk! Has his paintings on tea boxes! ---- Cara mia is my dear (female) in Italian. hope you're enjoying the story, if you do, please leave a GEM. thank you for reading! next chapter will be updated soon. till the next adios

In the last ten years, there have been no more tiny and cute baby births in the Kingdom of Italy. "Wow, that king is really evil. Just watch out if I see him again, I'll..." "Are you sure you dare to fight against the lycan king with that weak body of yours?" Berta interrupted Alexa's words. Alexa just smiled, then returned to continue her cooking activities.