Italy Hetalia Chibi Novels & Stories

"I didn't know you are interested in small girls... Quite average, complete opposite of what you like..." He said like he stating weather. "How old are you, Birdy?..." He looked at me. I am not a small girl, stupid bastard. "Twenty five..." I answered in croaked voice. He raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Ohh, non perishable good..." He chuckled. "She looks natural... Lucky bastard." "Alex, lasciala andare..." (Alex, let her go) Chief said something in Italian which I didn't understand. "I want to brother, but she looks cute... I thought we can share..."

They would have been good allies, but I doubted they would be willing to help with a matter that didn’t affect them. South from them was the Silver Moon, neighbor for both Blood Moon and Blue Moon. They were about the same size as the Blue Moon, but had quite a poor reputation. Their Alpha, Matteo D’Angeli, was a descendant of an old Italian family, who immigrated during the first World War. Even though they have been living here for generations, they nurtured their old Italian traditions. Such as being involved with the mafia. Richard maintained a good relationship with Alpha Matteo, but I always thought he was an arrogant dick. I highly doubted Duncan had any better opinion about him.

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

So still it was like her body forgot how to breathe. Italy. Her mind flashed violently to the hospital. To the ICU lights. To Damian’s broken voice. To Lysandra’s face. To the corridor where she’d walked away. To the name Damian Blackwell, fresh on Nikolai’s tongue like it meant nothing. Sera forced herself to swallow. Her smile stayed on her lips, but it was no longer warm. It was careful. “…Italy?” she echoed, voice too light. Nikolai nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Our teacher said it’s educational. We’ll see history and museums and eat pizza and pasta and...”

As the conversation progressed, Alessio mentioned his homeland, Italy. “You should visit Italy,” Alessio said, leaning forward slightly. “I promise, it’s even more beautiful than here.” Amanda raised an eyebrow. “Blimey! I’m very up for it. You know, Tenerife is stunning.” “It is,” Alessio admitted, his eyes sparkling. “But Italy has something...special. You’ll see when you come.” Her friends chimed in, asking for tips on the best cities to visit. Alessio listed places with enthusiasm, sketching imaginary maps in the air.

"Am I okay with it, are you kidding, that's the best news you could give me, just when I thought I couldn't love you anymore, you tell me you're going to give me another child." "So, are you happy?". "I am more than happy, there is just one more thing that will make this day absolutely perfect." "Does it involve your member being inside me?" she laughs. "Of course it does, again and again and again until you moan with pleasure and even then, I will give you more much more." "My principessa, my woman, my wife I love you Fiorella." "I love you Lorenzo, my Italian Devil." E N D ******************************

The boys wriggled excitedly beside her, strapping themselves in with Alessandro’s help. "Mama, Mama," Matteo chirped, tugging at her sleeve. "What's Italy like?" "Is it big?" Antonio added, his brown eyes wide. Antonia laughed softly, smoothing their hair back from their foreheads. "Italy is beautiful," she said. "There are old cities made of stone, and streets that wind like rivers. There are mountains and oceans and vineyards as far as the eye can see." "Are there toys?" Matteo asked seriously. Antonia smiled wider.

she said softly. “Does that mean I can go?” I asked softly. I wanted to be near my Alpha, even though he was scary; he never raised his hand on me. “No,” She yelled at me, scaring me again. Immediately, she calmed down and said, “Mi dispiace. (I’m sorry.) Let her come here, and then you’re free to leave. I won’t harm you and your pup, Promettere." “Then please don’t harm her too, Nonna." I requested slowly, recalling that grandparents were called Nonno and Nonna in Italian.

The man whispered something, but I couldn't hear him because my whole world paused momentarily as I gazed at this incredibly handsome man who looked back at me just as intensely. "De Gallo. Zhāng. Allow me to introduce Poppy Hopkins. Poppy, this is Prince Dante de Gallo from Italy and Prince Nanyou Zhāng from China, the other members of the Supreme Council." Easton introduced the new arrivals, though I didn't see anyone else behind the handsome Italian. His beauty captivated me, and Iris couldn't stop glaring at him while purring

I knew it was just a matter of time before I flipped this entire scheme. Clearing my throat, I put on a serious expression. "I lied. Adonis is not the best. In fact, he's not even on my list of prospective suitors." **** Italian Vocabulary Figlio means child/son Nipote means grandson Lasciaci means leave us