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Staccato

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Italic is italian, underlined is greek according to the original author :)
-PGM

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Author: decayaslife

Summary: The first time Nico hears Italian in the camp infirmary he nearly impales himself on the scalpel in his hand. Once the shock wears off he discovers that not only are the Apollo kids proficient in the language of music, they're also all horrible gossips.

In which Will shamelessly pines behind a perceived language barrier and Nico just lets him.

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If anyone asked, it was because he was terribly bored and Solace had begged incessantly. It had nothing to do with the satisfaction of being useful and definitely nothing to do with heart-melting blue eyes and curls made of sunshine. Lucky for Nico, his glares (also possibly the aura of death but what can you do) were intimidating enough to drive away any questions on why Nico di Angelo, Ghost King, Son of Hades was playing nurse in the infirmary.

After a morning of nursing 101 from Will's much too bubbly sister Kayla, (Of course I know what a thermometer does, I'm not fucking two.) and a frustrating infirmary tour from Austin, who, for some reason, only spoke in pentameter, Nico was ready to go sleep in his cabin for a week. Instead, he was put to use as Will's personal assistant.

"I'm running low on gloves, could you go grab a box?" Nico hopped off the stool he had been perched on, next to an Ares girl who had managed to get shards of a mirror impaled in her thigh. As he walked towards the supply closet Will called out, "Oh, Nico! Could you grab a new scalpel too? Thank you!"

Nico barely registered that it was in ancient Greek at first. It wasn't even the first time he had heard Greek that day. Austin had smoothly switched into it earlier when English just couldn't properly fulfill the correct metrical feet. However, as he made his way back to Will, Nico's ears were tuned and he was able to pick up a decent amount of the ancient language. As it turned out, the healers would slip in and out of Greek and English almost as if there wasn't a difference.

"Did you hear? The son of Jupiter was in here this morning."

Was that...?

"Damn, I only have afternoon shifts this week. Wouldn't mind patching him up if you catch my drift."

That time it was unmistakable. They were speaking Italian. Badly American accented Italian but Italian nonetheless.

Nico's hand clenched around the scalpel in his hand as he slowly made his way back to Will.

"Well at least we've got Death Boy now, lose one big three, gain another."

"True, but Solace has dibs."

"Doesn't mean I can't look."

Nico numbly handed Will the gloves and scalpel, still straining to hear the conversation. "Hey! Ravi's right, I call dibs, no flirting with my assistant." Nico nearly jumped out of his skin when Will called out from beside him. "Oh, thanks Nico! You even got the right size of gloves, you're a natural." Nico was convinced Will's smile literally lit up the room, was it an Apollo thing or was he just that attractive?

"Yeah, no problem." Nico paused to wet his lips before continuing. "Was that Italian you were speaking?"

Will's voice was muffled as he leaned over their patient. "Yup, with it being the language of music and y'know, our dad, it comes naturally." As he pulled out the last piece of mirror shard, Will paused and bit his lip. Which was not super hot shut up Nico. "We never say anything super important in it but let me know if it's too much and I'll stop 'kay? I know how annoying not knowing the language can be, have you ever been in the Aphrodite cabin while they gossip? I don't recommend it unless you're fluent in French." Will chuckled and started disinfecting the girl's thigh.