I finally added something to fanfiction! It's been way to long! This a drabblish one shot thing from Nico di Angelo's POV when he meets Percy at the Roman Camp. It's shorter then I wanted it to be, but i kind of like how it turned out. I love thinking about Nico and all his misunderstood feelings. I hope you enjoy!
This is not a claimer: Me no claim
I turned around and looked at the boy who was standing beside Hazel. His black hair was mussed up and hanging over his eyes. The back was standing almost straight up in spikes. His eyebrows were slightly scrunched together in a confused expression that was a familiar look on his face. His green eyes still managed to sparkle even though he was probably incredibly aggravated with his current situation. His mouth was hanging slightly open in a dumbfounded way. His nose was scrunched up on concentration. I could see his left hand twitching towards his pocket, a nervous reflex.
It was weird to not have him remember me. In some ways, he was the reliable older brother I never had. If this wasn't the Roman camp, and it was just a regular day at camp half-blood, he would of smiled at me for showing up out of the blue, maybe even given me a quick hug before dragging me off to the beach to do god knows what with Annabeth and Grover. Maybe if Thalia was there, the three of them would have a mini version of three-way capture the flag.
So, his pinched face, without the slightest trace of recognition, was almost painful to look at. He seemed almost wary of me, when all I wanted to do was feel his brotherly hug.
"I'm Nico Di Angelo." I said. It was almost as if a wall l hit his face. Instead of confusion, his expression turned blank. He stared at me vacantly for a few moments.
"Do I know you?" he asked with a strange tone. I'd heard it before. He used it when the situation was serious, when there was a big possibility he was in danger, and he was trying to suppress his usually clueless personality.
I desperately tried to hold onto my straight face, even though I could feel it slipping. I knew I had to lie to him; it was extremely important to saving the world. This boy was no stranger to world saving.
But how can I lie to you, Percy Jackson? How can I lie to the most honest person I know? How can I lie to the person who never gave up on me when I turned my back on him? How can I lie to you when I know you need something familiar to keep you sane?
How can I lie to you, Percy? How can I lie to my hero?
