Italy Hetalia Novels & Stories

Althaia I let out a yawn and sat up in the bed, stretching my arms. I looked around the bedroom confused for a second before remembering I was in Italy. I slept almost immediately after Damiano left as exhaustion hit me due to the long flight and, well, him being constantly horny. But I didn’t mind at all. I loved that I could pleasure him to the point where he wants to fuck me all the time. I take that as a major win in life.

“You really want to prove your talent, aren’t you?” “That’s the plan, baby. I’m aiming for an A+.” When he captured my breast with his mouth, I moaned louder, gripped his hair around my fingers, and pushed his head down. “I want you now, Alpha.” I bucked my hips, and he quickly granted my request, thrusting his cock inside me. “You better hurry up. We have a date in Italy.”

Domenico released her hand and rested both hands on his knees, his posture formal and decisive. “As the new Don of the Italian house, and as your brother, I formally acknowledge Vladimir Volkov as your husband and equal partner. The Russian-Italian alliance is not a temporary treaty signed in blood. It is a true union, forged in fire, and secured by the birth of our new generation.”

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.

Giulia rolled her eyes dramatically and muttered, “Oh, please.” “I need you with me,” Valentino continued. “We leave tonight. I want to show them what we’re made of.” My heart thudded. “Okay babe. I’ll be on my way home right away.” “Grazie, amore. I love you.” “I love you too,” I whispered. The line went dead. Giulia blinked at me. “Did I just hear that right? Table of Dons?” “Yes.” “So we’re going to Italy?” she screamed.

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...”

He had to play his last triumph card when he will see that father-daughter duo crying on their knees begging him for his mercy but would he show it? No, he would be the same heartless bastard that they were to him once. _____________________________________ The Italian is from G****e translation so don't mind. The next will be updated soon keep on liking and commenting, and keep on following me here and on I*******m it's mirah_selim Till the next adios

—You see, my beautiful flower, you are my only hope in this dark world, I can't let you ruin your life because of our mistakes, just promise that after this is over you will be happy with the dog that claims to be your destiny. —I can't assure you that Luiggi, it's almost impossible, sien...... —You feel like you love him and hate him at the same time -How do you know? —Because with that intensity that you love him, I loved your mother even knowing about her dark heart and with the same intensity that you hate your alpha...... —You hate her now, right Luiggi? —No, I hate her even more than you, my hatred keeps me alive, my hatred will be the one that banishes that damned vermin from this wor

Elena also noticed how this man's English was laced with so much heavy Italian accent. "Let's just say I decided to try something new" Carl stated with a smile on his face. "And i presume this must be your gorgeous wife" Lorenzo turned to look at Elena with that same smile had on which want to make Thelma puke "Yes, this is Elena and Elena, this is Alberto Lorenzo, he work as the head of all newspapers here in Italy" Elena shook the hands of the man who seemed to not take off his eyes of her, making her resolve within herself that je was certainly a creep.

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?)