Pretend the Trials of Apollo never happened.
Nico was telling a story at the campfire one day, and he was getting really into it.
Leo and Calypso arrived on the back of Festus, and immediately went toward the large gathering.
Nico, being Italian, talks with his hands, and just as Leo came up behind him, Nico spread his arms out wide and accidentally smacked Leo in the face. Nico immediately stopped talking and everyone stared at Leo.
Leo just smiled and said, "Well, that was some welcome!"
Nico turned red and ran off to his cabin. A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Will popped his head in and whispered, "Nico? Can I come in?"
"Sure," Nico said glumly.
"What's wrong?" Will asked, concerned.
"I smacked a dead man in the face, that's what's wrong!"
"Hey, it wasn't your fault. You didn't know he was behind you."
"I'm gonna stop using hand gestures. It only gets me into trouble," Nico groaned, then buried his face in a pillow.
"No!" Will shouted.
Nico jerked upright. "Why did you yell?" he asked quizzically. Now it was Will's turn to blush.
"It's cute when you use your hands to talk," the blonde admitted.
Nico looked at Will and said, "I'm going to use my hands more now."
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Ah, the beauty of that last line. I'll let your mind run away with that one. Also, I'm sorry if the Italian stereotype offends anyone.
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Solangelo Oneshots
FanfictionThis is exactly what the title says. Most oneshots will be fluffy as I seem incapable of writing anything sad.
