Romania Hetalia Novels & Stories

Roman continues to welcome the crowd and introduce Jonathan and me and the crowd once again cheers. 0 He calls Jonathan beside him and Anna joins them, another man is also on the stage and he begins to recite something in a language I don’t recognize. A hush sweeps over the crowd as they listen, and at specific points, they respond to him in the same language. 0 “Please kneel Alpha Jonathan,” Roman is speaking again, “Raise your right hand,” Jonathan raises it and Roman takes a knife and makes a small incision in his own palm and then another in Jonathan’s. “Tonight you are bound to us as your pack and family,” he says as he grips Jonathan’s hand. He holds it tight while the other gentleman

Isabella smiled, “I’m here for Ro, we have an important event.” The nickname slipped out so naturally that Aria almost missed it. “Ro?” She regretted asking the second the word left her mouth. Isabella smiled. “Roman.” Oh. Of course she called him that. Why was that annoying? She’d known the man for less than a week. “He hates attending these things alone,” Isabella continued lightly. “Though I suppose you wouldn’t know that yet.” The words were harmless.

Roman was suddenly directly in front of me holding onto my hands as his eyes bore into mine. “Roman be careful you don’t know what she is truly capable of!” Hearing the sound of Axels voice the heat was quick to return. Letting out a feral sounding growl I shoved Roman aside throwing fire directly into him. “I wouldn’t waste your time love.” The way he laughed caught me off guard. “Do you forget that I was born a fire element?” Truthfully, I had however now the story Roman had told me sprung straight to the forefront of my mind.

my words turned into a song of moans, as i arched my back, my mouth wide open once again, covered in drool and my eyes rolling continuously. “Does Bernie fuck you the way I do?” Romania’s deep baritone voice asked followed by the slapping of skins. “No..no.” I stuttered, pleasure rushing through every part of my body. “Does he give you as many orgasms as you want?” Came his baritone deep voice again which made my stomach flipped. “No, Romania. Only you do.”

Elora chirped in while Roman scoffed. “ You know what? Fuck the subtlety – Elora!” he growled, his eyes glowing in annoyance as he glared at Victoria. By now the whole place was getting tense and when they saw that Roman’s hair was tied in a half-ponytail with a gold pin of the Hills crested on it, they knew he was their next Alpha. A lot of them had never seen his face before, they’ve also only heard the way he brutally thrashed his brothers for the position of Alpha.

Romulus screams his lungs out in frustration. Unfortunately, this room isn’t soundproof like his room in the royal palace. All of his tantrum and the sound of destruction was heard by the staff in the embassy. This brings a new topic of discussion to entertain them during their free time. Romulus the great Roman Emperor had gone through a childish tantrum after he had to go through the humiliation of being the one to come to the other party to sign a peace treaty after having been defeated thoroughly by a single legion of the secret special force of the Qin Empire.

Discuss what somewhere else? Grace voiced out more irritated than confused. "Grace" Dante put his hand out in an attempt to stop her from talking. "Hey, I'm Rome. Your potential mate" Rome said using a hand to brush back his perfect hair back as he extended another hand towards her. Wow, was he tall. Grace took it anyway with a contended smile on her face. She didn't quite know what was going on. But she could definitely get used to this. "Will you get your hands off of her--"

I despised the awkward twisting of his lips as he grinned and the scar across his forehead. “Well, well,” he drawled as he closed the distance between us. “Looks like I just found myself a prize.” He had a slight Romanian accent. Was he from the Romanian syndicate? They weren’t as infamous as the Italians and the Bratva, but they were well known for their heavy involvement in child and women trafficking, drug trafficking, fraud, and whatever else I was too scared to think of. Cold sweat slicked down my skin, and my breath caught in my throat. “Who the hell are you?”

Her smile is large, taking up much of her face and accentuating her wrinkles. "I just joking!" she exclaims. Oma wheezes like she's struggling for breath. Fiona chuckles awkwardly and steps aside to let Oma get up. She uses her cane to push her weight up, slowly ascending like an old mechanical platform. When she stands on her own, she takes a second to look at us. She walks up to Lucas first and says: "You look like my first husband, Mihai. Romanian? Roma?" "No," Lucas answers, pursing his lips. "I'm Irish."

The only thing Jade wanted was to completely slash the rogues that were in his realm. *** "Are you all right, Rome?" Albert slightly grimaced when he saw Romeo limping. "Get on my back," Albert offered when he wanted to change himself. Romeo just smiled hearing his friend was very worried. "Don't worry, I'm fine. Just a small scratch." Albert and Jack said goodbye when AlphaJonathan approached him. "What's wrong with your leg, Rome?"