Novel & Cerita Italy Romano Hetalia

“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.”

I really need to find Belvedere already. "Well then," Romano folds his hand and step forward, this mischievous, never-to-be-trusted smile on his face, "I want to talk to my mate and tell her Weylin isn't my girlfriend or anything but just one stubborn bitch on the call girls list which I already burnt. I want to apologize for what you just saw now and tell you it'll never happen again. And about your date with Rex, I don't mind you going out with the fake guy but the thoughts of you going out while your panties is in my hold. I didn't mean to say that publicly but you can't go butts-naked and Rex, I don't think going out with my girl regards to loyalty or respect from you." Although he looks

Nodding to their men to let them know to be on their guard. “Mr. Romanov,” Marco appeared before the white haired man, startling the two guards behind him as they jumped at his sudden appearance. “Mr. Romanov, pleasure meeting you. I’m Marco Regnante,” He held out his hand as the Russian looked down at his hand before looking up at his sparkling hazel eyes. “Regnante?” He echoes in a heavy accented voice. “Te is Italiia? (Those from Italy?)” Marco stammered at the words, not sure of what he had said, having falsely assumed the man would know some English at the very least.

“I want an alliance. An alliance between the Verrilli family and the Rossi family. An alliance until we find the anonymous man.” Alessio stated with an impeccable tone. “Why?” “Why? Cos I think we should be united.” Alessio answered, still holding his gaze. Romano cleared his drink, drinking from his glass again. He relaxed into his chair, picking up a stick of his favorite cigarette from the table. “These things don't work that way, Alessio,” he said, his voice coming out unusually calm. “It should be a beneficial relationship, grattami la schiena, io gratto la tua.” Romano spoke up.

But first, I have to meet up with Romano. Romano and I have a pact, a treaty to keep peace between the American and Italians knowing our history. But nothing makes sense. Why would Romano hold a grudge against Alex? He hasn't been to the US in the last two years after the gala. When the plane lands, everyone gets off and I step out last after Ryan. Romano stands at the bottom with his mischievous grin. "I must say this is a surprise Don America." He says in his Italian accent. The only thing I see is us being shot at. Alexandra's life being in danger because of me. I go for my gun but Ryan holds my hand.

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

Imagine what I feel. “Okay, I suppose you know who I am” There's something so fucking familiar about this man, I just can't point my finger at it. I nod at his words. “We wanted to discuss business with you, we're seeking a partner to extend our business” “What Business?” “Weaponry, we sell different weapons, and we own them in different parts of the world” “Hmm, where are you from originally?” “Italy” Roman answers smoothly, his fingers digging into my side, that is going to leave a mark. I have a feeling he doesn't know he's doing that.

he hisses, “I would be happy to state them again” “Oh, fuck off! You don’t own me, Roman!” “Like hell I—” He snarls as a hand grabs him by the shoulder and yanks him back. My face pales as he whirls on Dario, who looks very angry. “Just who the fuck do you think you are, Dude?” Dario sneers at Roman, completely unaware that he’s basically sticking his hand into a hungry lion’s mouth. “Do you have any idea who I am?” he continues. “Do you have any idea who my fucking father is!?”

“ It has been a long month, hasn’t it? “He asked. People nodded their heads and started murmuring. The last time we had a meeting, the Russians were a threat but as we spoke, they were a thing of the past. “ I want to begin by saying thank you to my beautiful wife for coming up with the grand plan of riding us off the Russians. Her mind, like Romano likes to say, is a gold mine that we need to keep mining. “ Most of them were shocked by the mention of Don Romano. It was no secret that the dons of Italy were divided. Long ago they were united but as the centuries went by, they became divided.

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?)