Russia Hetalia Chibi Mga Nobela at Kwento

Poor Russo. Speaking of Russo, the doors open again and he runs in, jumping with joy. "A Train set! Thank you, Tio!" He chuckled before sitting on the floor and unwrapping what's left of the gift box. "You're welcome, go have fun" Fabrico ruffles his hair again. "Who's the girl?" I ask Russo before he could run out of the room. "M-My Classmate, Henrietta. She's pretty and nice" He said proudly.

he tilted his head to the side, "You keep piling up your sins, spitfire." There was no use asking what he meant. I knew he would spill whatever the case was anyway. "As of yesterday, a fresh set of Bratva's army arrived in Russia with Ruslan," he eyed me when puzzlement etched on my face, "You don't know who Ruslan is, right?" I shook my head. "Trust me," he massaged the side of his head, "you don't want to know. You worsened your crimes by pitching your tent with Adler,'

Charlie hiccupped, and I stretched my hand toward him to bring him near and shut him up because I feared the next word coming out of his mouth would kill me totally. My omega shifted back from me, his eyes all red and puffy, before continuing. “You’re getting it all wrong about everything.” The more he talked, the more he started shouting, and then he switched to another language. Is that Russian? Oh God, this piece of shit. “Ty ne vyzyvayesh’ u menya otvrashcheniye, eto ya dolzhen vyzyvat’ u tebya otvrashcheniye.” [You don’t disgust me; I should disgust you.]

“You’re Russian.” He flashed her a perfect set of teeth. “That I am.” Christ. How could her father owe ten million dollars to a Russian, of all people? “Well, seeing as I’m about to catch hypothermia, we’re off to a great start,” she snarled. “My father won’t shell out a dime over an icy corpse, just saying.” The full grin on Alexei’s lips softened to an amused smirk. “Spoken like a true daddy’s girl.” The blanket unraveled in his hands, and bliss enveloped her the moment he draped the soft, thick wool around her shoulders.

The first day in Russia, Alexei took Lexus and Seth to have fun in the afternoon before evening. The look on Seth's face looked so happy. "OMG! OMG! OMG!" Seth was so enthusiastic. He walked to and fro like a model on the catwalk. "Young Master, the Russian country is indeed beautiful! In addition to many historical, unique buildings, the women here are really gorgeous." Alexei chuckled lightly. "Uncle Seth!" called Alexei with a big smile. "I think, you're not interested in women!"

’ She asked him with a small frown cocking her head to one side, he had been calling her that since they met and she had no idea what it meant, ‘Ahh, of course, you are an American but do not worry it is just a Russian term of endearment, like honey, or baby’ He explained smiling down at her, translated from Russian to English it meant ‘little rabbit’ and it seemed appropriate as she had looked like a pretty little rabbit caught in the headlights from the moment he had first set eyes on her. ‘I am most definitely not an American’ She replied indignantly and he lifted an eyebrow, ‘Do I sound like one?’ She was not impressed by his obvious mistake and he was surprised by her anger, ‘Okay, you

“I’m sorry, Chloe Jane, but yes. And Erik Helseth is not just any man; he’s the most bloodthirsty Alpha in Russia. One who has been vying for Kai Volkov’s spot. He’s not someone you ever want to make deals with … but now it looks like he’s back to claim what he thinks is his.” And I thought my day couldn’t get any worse.

I smiled and walked toward her, cupping her cheeks “it means baby girl in Russian, little wolf” “You speak Russian? I mean, full on Russian?” “You do realize that I AM Russian, right?” “Yes, but you’ve lived in the States, and as far as I understood, even grew here” she defended putting her hands on my own, removing them from her cheeks. I had to fight back a sigh at her resistance, but didn’t bother commenting about it. I knew that she wouldn’t be as forward about this mating thing as I was, it was something I respected, if I were being honest. But it tended to annoy me considering the fact that I WANTED to mate.

I would never have guessed on my own. “Yes,” he says, smirking. “I’m Russian, Tsvetochka.” I freeze, blinking. What did he just call me? Before I can ask him what it means, the door of my bedroom slams open, revealing my fiancé. “Bella.” Roberto’s thick Italian accent makes me want to run away and never look back—his looks aren’t helping either. He barely has any hair left on his head. “What are you doing here with him, amore?” His eyes widen when they fall to the ground. “Dios mio. What happened here?”

But he didn't let his guard down yet. "Ty chertovski upryamyy, doll," he hissed roughly in Russian. (You're fucking stubborn, doll). "Razdrazhayushchiy malen'kiy glupyy." (Annoyingly a little stupid.) He took a step closer to her. She stepped back. He smirked and tilted his head mockingly.