Italy X Germany Novels & Stories

“Sweetheart, that’s focaccia, not a sponge.” Jules looked unconvinced, “It looks weird.” “Because it’s Italian,” Bruno chimed in, loud enough for everyone to hear. Tomas, my brother, was sitting across from Silvio and they were deep in some kind of animated debate about soccer versus football. It had started friendly enough, but now Tomas was waving his fork like a sword. “Bro, it’s calcio,” Silvio said, twirling his fork like he was about to stab someone with it.

Although the final day will be the last day we'll see each other* Genzo's voice sounded sad *I'm not out of this world, Italy is a stone's throw away. Also, it doesn't mean that we're no longer in contact* Keyla tried to convince him not to see everything so negatively *I know, I would much rather have you with me in Hamburg. And not renewing your contracts doesn't make it any easier. Nothing keeps you in Germany now* he lowered his head and stared at the floor *Of course there's something holding me and that's you. I said I won't give up without a fight. But the distance will do us both good* Keyla lifted his chin and turned it towards her, she looked into his eyes and kissed him.

Both teams fought until they dropped, they drew 3:3, it was neither a win nor a loss, but both teams gave their best and the coach and the boys were satisfied. Two more test matches followed, once against Italy, they beat them 2-0 and the last game this year was against Germany, Kaltz also played again, but they won 3-0. Taro and Tsubasa stayed in Germany for a day, then the two flew to their clubs and Keyla flew to Piedmont for the training camp. Genzo hadn't flown yet, he still had a short-term game. Kojiro picked her up from the airport and drove her to the hotel. Tanja had actually booked a double room for her and Genzo. Genzo would be here in 2 days. Animals were already looking forward

Celine laughs and nods, Sol’s eyes suddenly return to normal and he starts speaking instantly, “Right, so as far as I can tell…” Sol starts, then notices Luna and Hecate, he waves at them then ignores them “There were the three from Germany, but you killed them. There are the five from Italy, but one is secretly on your side, he’ll make himself known to you later today. There’s a contingent from South America, there’s seven of them. Four from Russia, three from China, and five from the USA.” She rubs at her temples,

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“No Bugatti for you, then?” “No. I’d be too tempted to drive the bloody thing and no one in their right mind drives a centodieci. Unless they’re on the racetrack or something.” “What’s that?” “A 458 Italia?” He raised his eyebrows. “Yes, because I have no idea what that is.” I rolled my eyes. “No, the ring thing.” “Oh. It’s a racetrack in Germany. Deadly. Crazy fast. I’ll drive a 458 round there one day.” He grinned and it was so beautiful, so mischievous, that my heart thumped loudly.

As always. - Come on, Alessandro, no need to be so hostile. We are businessmen, you and me. We can talk to each other calmly, right? I hugged my jaws. Talk to each other calmly? This dog's son had never intended to play a great game. - Short cut, Dario. What do you want? He crossed his hands on his knee, taking a falsely relaxed air. - I just come to warn you that things are moving in Italy. Places are released ...

Not once. By the time the discussion narrowed, only one thread remained unresolved. Italy. And Kosovo. Gjarpri leaned forward like a man settling into comfort. Thick shoulders. Beard trimmed within an inch of arrogance. His gold watch caught the light deliberately. He wanted it seen. “I don’t recognize the House DeLuca anymore,” he said, voice loud, unconcerned with etiquette. The room stilled. Even the translator hesitated before speaking, choosing which words were safe to carry across languages.

A guard helps him with the stairs as his weight causes him a bit of difficulty. "Sono felice di annunciare che 2 famiglie forti d'Italia diventeranno ancora più forti grazie a questa alleanza" (I'm happy to announce that 2 strong families of Italy will become more stronger by this alliance) he claps his hand to which everyone joins, I too clap whole heartedly as Lucia and Gio walk upto the stage. Lucia is blushing hard, while Gio has maintained his composed posture.

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.