Italy X Germany Novels & Stories

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.

The International Conference Global Network was held today. Max, along with a few other representatives from across the world, had traveled to Italy for this year’s meeting. Inside the long conference hall, about six of them sat together, talking and exchanging ideas on how each could expand their companies into other regions.

Neither of them stopped. Two grown men. One Italian with an ancient inherited ownership complex, one German with steady morals, were shoving each other around in the rain like civilization had not yet invented therapy. And to think those two countries had once joined forces to cause mess. I rolled my eyes. Fine, then. If they wanted to die soaked in my side yard, at least they had the courtesy to choose a spot no one could see from the living room. “You two,” I said, my voice flat, “look very masculine and very useless.”

I asked Jabu but he didn't answer me, instead he just unlocked the doors and mumbled "get out" I didn't hesitate and got out of the car, closing the door behind me as I wrapped my arms around myself and he walked around the car to me. He placed his hand on my back and he pushed me to walk faster in my heels. I bit my tongue because I didn’t want to upset him any further until he finally said something, "it means Italy comes to Jozi."

So, he asked, “Sweetie, you flew there without me by your side this time. Is Achilles with you?” Winifred snickered and replied, “Honey, what are you thinking? I’m here for business. I’m not going to a war. So why should I bring Achilles with me?” Tyr explained, “Italy is not Celestial Empire; we cannot control any risks that place poses. Therefore, you should have brought him along with you.”

I don't like alcohol. "not good?" he asked with a chuckle. "No... No... it is really good. I don't have much sense about good wine." I said and he nodded. "Italy is world famous for our wine and you don't like it. Why is that? Last time also you have puked it... That too over my face." he asked and I sighed.

Oliver said, his words stirring her from her reverie. Celine nodded, her breath a shallow ripple in the stillness. She knew that Ermanno would stop at nothing to find his brother, and that this was a battle that could be won with blood and bullets. The plane's tires kissed the Italian tarmac, heralding Celine's arrival in a land of both beauty and bloodshed. "Italy is a nice place," Oliver murmured, his words dancing with a hidden warning. "Nice, unless it brings trauma," Celine quipped, a bittersweet chuckle rippling through her.

She is a devious little cat and knowing how she behaves, they'll be a lot for me to get back to. "The statistics shows that they're moving at a pace of 3.98 and although Comosco, didn't evaluate his total reigns and dines, if we were to make-" I zoned out of the office, eyes fixed on the telephone that sat on my table and the cigar box that laid untouched for more than three years. The last time I left Italy was three years ago. "The Delucca are upset about the deal and we're open to any war they throw at us, cause if look at it, they're throwing their chess at the wrong direction."

I warn, partially echoing what he told me a moment ago. I can see doubt and fear creeping into his gaze, he doesn't want to accept it so easily, but he's already believed me. I don't know how the Italian mafia has fallen so low with idiots like Aldo and Il Lupo. There are no such bombs to blow up the entire hotel. Well, maybe just one to test his patience. "Jetzt!" I say in German.

Only two people remained. According to Gerald's experience. In all of Germany, Frankfurt is a city with a high cost of living. The city is also not significant, at most, it only takes us an hour to explore the entire city as long as I'm in Europe now. I have to explore all European countries—Switzerland's first destination. I don't think Italian is bad. Next to France, England. Okay, I'll explore all European countries. And if Gerald wants, we can take a vacation to America and Canada. Everything is the country of my dreams.