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Title: The Royal Carriers – Two Kingdoms, One Mindset
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus; total AU
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Rick Riordan for he created the awesomeness that is Nico di Angelo. And everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians / Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they belong to the old Greeks. This fanfiction and its OCs on the other hand are entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Warnings: shounen-ai, threesome, explicit intercourse, masturbation, anal, oral, mpreg, pregnancy, slavery, male carrier discrimination, violence, rape, dealing with rape, shoujo-ai, hetero
Main Pairing: Trend/Derek/Sam
Side Pairings: Nico/Percy, Sander/Donny, Luke/Thess, Percy/Kitty, Luke/Octavian, Herc/Thea, Joe/Nico, Marshall/Sara, Piper/Annabeth, Jason/Reyna, Frank/Hazel/Leo, Charles/Silena, Grover/Juniper, Malcolm/Katie, Chris/Clarisse, Tyson/Ella, Tempest/Blackjack
Percy Jackson Characters: Perseus Jackson, Nico di Angelo, Leo Valdez, Hazel Levesque, Frank Zhang, Annabeth Chase, Piper McLean, Luke Castellan, Octavian Simmons, Reyna Avila Ramírez-Arellano, Jason Grace, Malcolm Cage, Katie Gardner, Grover Underwood, Juniper, Clarisse la Rue, Chris Rodriguez, Travis Stoll, Connor Stoll, Charles Beckendorf, Silena Beauregard, Ethan Nakamura, Alabaster C. Torrington, Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Ella, Tyson, Tempest, Blackjack
Own Characters: Samuel Raser, Derek Rhys, Trend Austin, Marshall Mikaelson, Phylicia Rosenberg, Hunter Hood, Hayden Hood, Bellatrix la Fey, Sara Mers, Joanna Foxx, Sedanur Aykan
Own Characters of the Next Generation: Chrysander Rodriguez, Charisma Rodriguez, Hades Poseidon di Angelo, Sally Persephone di Angelo, Theseus Paul di Angelo, James Charles di Angelo, Laura Silena di Angelo, Jackson Tyson di Angelo, Matthew Robert Chase, Theadora Tiphane Chase, Lucas Thomas Chase, Tristan Frederick Chase, Hercules Grace, Thalia Hylla Grace, Jupiter Perseus Grace, Esperanza Nicole Zhang, Sammy Marie Zhang, Emily Fey Zhang, Elizabeth Mason, Amarilla Cage, Anthismos Cage, Kathryn Ellen, Alabaster Ellen
Own Horses: Rush, Fighter, Shadowchaser, Trickster, Nightowl
Summary: After King Hades had died, Nico had ascended to the throne, just a lost and lonely little prince, unsure what to do with himself. An allied king named Matthew had helped him on his rocky path and when King Matthew passes away, leaving his only son and heir Derek in quite the similar situation, Nico wants to provide the same kind of guidance for Derek that he had received.
Nico's heir and pride Donny had grown up being close friends with Derek so Nico sends his son to comfort Derek and invite him over to their realm, to ensure Derek that he had an ally in Nico.
In a world where some males are born with the ability to carry children, seen as a present from the gods and sold as valuable slaves, Nico could call himself lucky to own Percy, who had blessed him with seven wonderful children so far. When love had blossomed between them, the slave had risen to become Nico's queen. And now that Derek was the only one left of his family, Nico wants to give Derek a beautiful and kind carrier as a coronation present, because Derek needs an heir.
Derek, involved and in love with his adviser Trend, had his eyes set on a carrier-slave who had danced on the annual Spring Celebration, but the boy had slipped away from him. It's his luck that Donny manages to track exactly that carrier down to have him waiting in Donny's home for Derek's visit. When finding the carrier named Sam, Donny also finds something gorgeous for himself.
Now Donny has Sander and is falling in love with his slave, even though the young carrier-prince needs to find a suitable king, while Derek and Trend deal with their previously abused carrier.
The Royal Carriers
Two Kingdoms, One Mindset
Chapter 1: A Royal's Plan
King Nico di Angelo had been relatively young when his father, King Hades, had passed away and he had to ascend onto the throne. He had been afraid and intimidated by the responsibilities that were thrown upon him, had felt alone and somehow scared. Their kingdom's greatest ally had helped him through that hard time, had provided the guidance he had needed.
King Matthew had taught him how to be a good king, even without his father around. Nico's gratitude had shown by tightening the bonds between their two realms, making them the most powerful union in their known world. King Matthew had only one child, his only heir Prince Derek.
Derek was, to put it lightly, an arrogant little prat. An only child and prince; what else was to be expected of him, after all? Nico knew better though, he saw through the facade, saw the fear. A fear to one day become the king, to one day become a king not half the king his father was. To disappoint his kingdom. Nico had felt the same way after his father's death and King Matthew had made it possible for Nico to overcome that fear. So Nico had sworn to return the favor and make sure Derek's path would be an even one. That had started out early, when Nico had pushed his oldest son, Prince Donny, to befriend the other prince. To strengthen the bond between both realms and also to ensure that he would have a connection to Derek, in the worst case.
"Nico?", whispered a soft voice. "You have that brooding look going on, you know that brooding look upsets me and makes me worry and you know worry isn't good for our baby, my king."
Nico snorted amused as he turned toward his lover, slave and queen. You could say their relationship was not the most orthodox, but it didn't make it any less intense and real. Percy was the most mesmerizing creature Nico had ever seen. Sea-green, emotional eyes, dark, messy hair, sun-kissed, soft skin, long legs, a cute nose, full, pink lips. Nico had seen the other on the slave-market twenty years ago and he had known, the instant their eyes locked and the stubborn slave had spit into Nico's face out of principle, that Nico had to have the fierce beauty.
Percy was a rare and valuable possession. A male carrier. They were sold for pleasure and reproductive purposes, for only the strongest and most potent men could dominate another man. It was a sign of strength to have a male lover, a status-symbol so to speak. Those who couldn't afford a carrier had an affair with a regular man beside their marriage to a female, to prove a point too. But the truth was; everyone wanted to own a carrier. Mostly so because carriers were known for their high fertility. A blessing from the gods, presents for mankind. So carriers were especially sought out in royal families, who thought they deserved that present from the gods.
And King Nico di Angelo owned the most beautiful carrier of them all. Getting up from his chair, Nico walked over to his slave. His slave who had all too soon fallen in love with Nico and had made Nico fall no less in love with him. They became lovers and when Nico first held his firstborn child, he knew that Percy was more than a slave or even a lover. He was the mother of Nico's child, the one who had given birth to his heir. Percy was his queen. The wedding followed soon after and even though it had made many uneasy that Nico had married a slave, the status of Percy being a carrier had eased the minds of his people. And since Percy had blessed their kingdom with seven heirs so far – expecting the eighth right now – the folk cheered for their queen. It also helped that Percy was the kindest and most lovable person Nico had ever made and had easily charmed the people of Itannwn into adoring him and accepting him as their queen.
"Our baby isn't bothered when you fuss over our other children, I doubt your worry about my brooding look will affect the little one any more", chuckled Nico and kissed Percy tenderly.
It was their eighth baby. Eight healthy, beautiful children, all thanks to his amazing queen. Even after all those years, Nico sometimes still had problems believing how lucky he was.
"What are you brooding about, my king and master?", asked Percy softly, leaning against Nico.
"News reached me, that... King Matthew has passed away", replied Nico with a frown.
"Oh... I'm sorry to hear that. He was important to you", murmured Percy, resting his head against Nico's chest. "What do you plan to do now, Nico? I mean... What about Derek?"
"Derek will rise to be king now, following his father's footsteps, or at least attempting to", stated Nico, tightening his arms around Percy's waist. "I worry about him though..."
"You do sound doubtful. Why do you sound doubtful? I thought you liked the lad", questioned Percy. "Don't you trust him to become a king worthy of Fólannia's crown?"
"I do", confirmed Nico with a slow nod. "I just don't know if he's ready for this kind of responsibility yet. Or how he is handling his father's death. I'm worried about him, you know?"
"Send Donny over", suggested Percy simply.
"Mh?", grunted Nico confused, looking down at his queen.
"Donny, you know, our son. He's friends with Prince Derek, isn't he? Send Donny to check on the prince, or future king, see how he's doing. Invite the future king over to our realm, to show those who may be doubtful about the prince becoming a king that Prince Derek has our full support."
"You truly are the best queen I could have wished for", murmured Nico, kissing Percy again.
"I know", chimed Percy with a mischievous grin. "I'll talk to Piper in the morning and send her out to help Donny packing and then I'll get our little darling set for the journey."
Donny was their second born child, only sixteen at the moment. His older sister had joined the army – the all-female special force of the Hunt – making Donny the heir of the throne. Those little journeys were a good thing to ease Donny into his future responsibilities as the queen.
Donny had inherited the carrier-gene and albeit frowned upon, Percy was already a well-loved queen to this country so Nico was confident that one day, Donny would be as good a queen as Percy. The only problem was that Nico was afraid what kind of man may be the king at Donny's side. To most people, carriers were little more than a dog. Held as pets, as simple lust-slaves and breeding bitches. Nico had often seen how other royals mistreated their carriers. And Nico was afraid that his baby boy would end up with someone not worthy of him, someone who would treat Donny like he wasn't worth a dime. The truth was that men like Nico were rare. Those who treated carriers like humans, like equals even, who fell in love with them.
Nico wished for Donny to have that too.
And if he was being truly honest, he had hoped for Donny to find that in Derek. It had been another reason why Nico had pushed the friendship between the two young princes, because Derek was the last of his line and he would need heirs, but it had manifested early that Derek was more interested in the male gender than he was in the female. Derek was a prat, but deep down, he was a good kid and with the close friendship between their kingdoms, Derek had grown up respecting carriers too. Derek would be an honorable and decent husband for Donny and that would truly be a good union for their kingdoms. Not that Nico planned on forcing them into anything, he just... hoped.
"What do you think about Derek, as a... future son-in-law?", suggested Nico softly.
Percy was contently curled together against Nico's chest. "You want him for Donny."
"Yes. I've been thinking about it for some time now", nodded Nico, caressing Percy's hair.
"I'm not... sure", confessed Percy with a frown. "Don't get me wrong, I like Derek and I think he's going to be a great king some day, but when I see him and Donny interacting, I see two gossiping best friends, not two potential lovers. There is no spark between them. And I want that for my Donny, for any of my children really. Love. I mean... I know that Donny can consider himself lucky if he has a best friend in his husband, but... I still hope he may find true love..."
"We didn't start off as true love either. It scarcely does", murmured Nico, nose buried in Percy's hair, inhaling deeply. "Perhaps if Derek and Donny were married, if they would expect children, maybe that may ignite that spark you're hoping for. If given time, they could fall in love..."
"Suppose you're right, but...", sighed Percy, burying his face in Nico's chest.
"I know, mio amore", chuckled Nico amused. "You imagine the full-blown romance for Donny. To meet the perfect prince on one of our balls, or a ball we go and attend. The perfect dance beneath the moonlight, true love's first kiss, then the courting and engagement and the perfect marriage."
"One can dream, right?", huffed Percy a little embarrassed.
"Well, let's send Donny over to consult Derek and... see where this is going", murmured Nico. "Perhaps this life-changing event may also change their feelings, bring them closer."
"I highly doubt that", whispered Percy and shook his head. "Last time Prince Derek had been over, I caught him with his adviser. And I'm pretty sure it was more than just fooling around, I saw it in their eyes. They're in love with each other, Nico."
"You and me both know that this relationship there won't last. Can't last", grunted Nico sternly. "Trend is a nice kid and all, but neither of them is a carrier and Derek, as the last member of his family, needs to have heirs. He either needs to find a queen, or buy a carrier. Or marry Donny."
Percy nodded in slow-motion. He knew what Nico said made sense. Their kingdoms were close and truly united, the new realm would be overwhelmingly strong. Derek would be a good husband, would treat Donny right and if the two best friends would be married, Derek may be able to keep his relationship with Trend – even though it would have to be a hidden affair – but Donny would allow his husband happiness. Even if it meant no happiness for himself. Donny was just that much like Percy, he would sacrifice his own happiness for that of those he loved. The thing was that Percy wanted more than just friendship-love for Donny, he wanted romance-love for Donny. He wanted the things that Percy had found in Nico, but they hadn't had the most romantic and happy start either, so maybe Nico's method was the right one. Maybe if Donny and Derek were to marry, then they could find love in each other. As long as Donny was kept safe.
"You know that Donny still has some months left to find true love before you get to arrange any kind of marriage for our son", said Percy nonetheless. "If King Derek doesn't have a queen by then, we can propose that idea to them both. It would be a good settlement for Donny."
"As you wish, my queen", agreed Nico. "We both want the same. We want a worthy husband for Donny. I'm just not as convinced as you are that Donny will find his Prince Charming before his seventeenth birthday and as our heir and future queen, he needs a husband before then."
"Our Donny is a little charmer. If he wouldn't be so shy, he may have found his Prince Charming already, but he's just not brave enough to approach anyone", sighed Percy frustrated.
"True enough", agreed Nico thoughtful. "Then again, I think he's afraid. Afraid to make a wrong decision. It's a pretty large burden that the one he chooses will be the future king of Itannwn. He doesn't want to disappoint us, or our people. I remember that feeling all too well."
"I know, my love", whispered Percy softly and leaned up to kiss his king. "But you did good."
"By breaking all tradition and marrying my gorgeous, little carrier", huffed Nico with a grin, his arms around Percy's waist, pulling the carrier closer. "A slave, made the queen. The ruckus I raised... I think my father would have had a heart-attack if he had lived to see the day."
"And still here I am, being your wonderful queen", grinned Percy mischievously, kissing Nico again, his arms around the king's neck. "Sometimes, traditions and rules need to be broken and re-defined so our society can evolve and bloom. I trust Donny to have the same instincts as you and make the right decision that will lead our kingdom into a brighter future."
"Wise words, as expected of you, my wise queen", hummed Nico with a slow nod.
"You know you're the only one to call me wise", whispered Percy amused, kissing Nico's jaw.
"Well, many are stupid enough to judge a carrier by just that. Being a carrier. They think all you're useful for is bearing children and spreading your legs while looking pretty", stated Nico, tenderly caressing Percy's pregnant belly. "But you're brilliant. Maybe not book-brilliant like Octavian and Annabeth, or strategist-brilliant like Luke and Jason, but you, you are... heart-brilliant. You have a big heart and you make your decisions with it, which are wiser than many others."
/break\
Prince Derek was drunk. A regular occurrence these days. His adviser, lover and oldest friend frowned concerned as he carried the drunk prince to their chambers. Derek was small, lithe, with shoulder-long, dark-brown curls and deep, dark emerald eyes. He was a bit on the feminine side, but that didn't take away any of his masculinity, as obscure as that may sound. Derek was strong, confident – sometimes a little too confident, so much that it was more arrogance really – and he could dominate a whole room of aristocrats. He had that air about himself that could make someone cower and obey him. It was quite fascinating to watch.
"Trend, you stay?", yawned the sleepy prince, tugging on his adviser's robes.
Trend chuckled softly and crawled into bed with his lover. They had grown up together, Trend had been raised to be Prince Derek's adviser. They had edged on a lot. Fought a lot. Trend was a disciplined, well-trained boy, Derek had been a reckless, egocentric prat. When they had hit their teens, their fights had led to angry sex. The sex was something they could work with and soon, their relationship took an entirely different turn. Trend was who he was supposed to be. Derek's closest confider. But their relationship wasn't meant to last. Derek was the only child of an only child. There was no great-grand-cousin who could take the throne if Derek died next, so Derek would need an heir. Without a woman or a carrier, that wouldn't happen. And Trend knew that, was painfully aware that he was only an affair at the sidelines. Even though he did enjoy that too, he wanted more. He wanted to stay at Derek's side and protect him. Submissives were manipulative, Trend knew that from his own experiences with Derek (even though 'submissive' would be one of the last words Trend would ever use to describe Derek, because the brunette was a manipulator and control-freak who liked to dominate a situation, even though he bottomed for Trend). Trend didn't want to witness how some manipulative skank used Derek for his power and wealth.
"Sleep some, my prince", ordered Trend softly, kissing Derek's shoulder. "Tomorrow will be an important day and you should be sober for that. It would... help your image."
Many didn't trust the sixteen years old to become a king worthy of Matthew's throne. Tomorrow was an important and official day though, the first test Derek would be put to after his father's day.
/break\
Derek was bored out of his mind. He was glad that he had his trusted trio with him – his adviser Trend, his bodyguard Marshall and his handmaiden Sara. His own, little royal court. The only people in the palace who he truly trusted. Marshall was the silent, brooding type. Dark-skinned, his ancestors being from the colonies in Africa. But he was a loyal knight to the crown, the head of Derek's knights. Phylicia was a loud and happy girl and a loyal friend. And Trend was... damn, Trend was something else. Stoic, stubborn, intellectual, a trained knight and the most intelligent person Derek knew. Also an excellent lover. Derek had been raised not to show his emotions, because they were his weakness and if he admitted them, they could be exploited. But, just to himself, Derek had to admit that he was kind of in love with Trend.
He was aware that he could never make Trend his royal consort, because he needed an heir. He'd have to get a carrier. Not a wife, the mere thought of laying with a woman made him want to puke. But a carrier, that he could probably live with. He had had flings before, had topped with others. And he had to admit, he really enjoyed it. Something he couldn't do with Trend. So a carrier wasn't exactly something Derek would despise. The problem though was Trend. He didn't want to lose Trend for a nice piece of ass and a baby. The only option, in Derek's mind, would be a carrier that held the same appeal to both, Derek and Trend. Because that carrier would be shared. Because Derek was not going to give Trend up. So he had to find something that Trend liked.
And today was the perfect opportunity for that. It was the annual Spring Dance. The carrier trader traveled throughout the continent, showing off his goods. The carriers danced at the courts of the royals, to bring the lands prosperity and fertility. Which meant the most beautiful carriers would be dancing at Derek's court tonight. Right now they were off-limits, they couldn't be sold during the dance tour. But Derek could pick one, maybe tell the trader to keep that one saved for him. Kings always had first choice when it came to carriers.
Still, right now Derek was bored. Because the dancers weren't out yet and the politicians were still talking and babbling and Derek just wanted to watch some hot, cute guys dancing for him, really.
"Now, to get to the main attraction, Trader Jones and his carriers", announced a dark voice.
Derek perked up some, aware of the look Trend was giving him. Derek knew how Trend felt about all of this. Even though Derek had told him that nothing would change, even if Derek would buy a carrier, Trend still thought he would be out of the picture. Derek grabbed his lover's hand.
"Mh?", grunted Trend and leaned in some, thinking Derek wanted something.
"I love you", pressed Derek out, whispering into Trend's ears. "Don't doubt it."
Trend stiffened surprised and stared at his king. They had never said that. They spend all their time together, were intimate, kissed and fucked, but they had never put a name to it. Trend was wise enough not to declare his love to his king. He blinked a couple of times as he stared at Derek.
"I... I love you too", whispered Trend back, caressing the back of Derek's hand with his thumb.
They couldn't kiss, not in public, not in front of other royal visitors. Their relationship was tolerated, not accepted. But there was a tenderness in Derek's dark, green eyes. A tenderness that was so very rare. Trend had ever only seen it on rare occasions, when Derek had been a very little boy. He had been very isolated, trained to become the king at an early age already.
"At least try and pay attention to the attraction", stated Marshall's dark voice behind them.
Derek and Trend flushed a little as they turned back to the front to watch the dance. There were a lot of carriers – three dozens at least – all only dressed in the shortest, most see-through silken robes, adored with jewels and gold and silver. They looked expensive. Well, they were expensive. Worth more than most of the treasures in the kingdoms. Derek's eyes wandered with only mild interest. Pretty, frail little things. Playthings he would keep for one night, but not more. Boring. He didn't like the cute little carriers, the girly ones. He liked his men strong, muscular and tall. Like that one. Emerald eyes widened stunned as he spotted the one that wasn't like the others.
Normally, carriers were lithe, small, nearly girlish sometimes. They weren't really allowed to do much exercises – because carriers had to be cute, submissive little things. They were also often pale, kept in houses and locked away until they were being sold. Purity in their pale skin, because they didn't do manual labor outside. But this one carrier, he was about the opposite of what was usual. He had bronze-skin, tightly wrapped around gorgeous muscles. When that boy belly-danced, his six-pack was more than enchanting. And so were those arms. Derek drooled just seeing those biceps. And the way those hips moved, left to right and right to left, it was like the hypnotic swing of a pendant. Derek gulped hard as he found his favorite body-part of the carrier and it surprised him which one that was. Not the cock or even the perfect bubble-butt, but the eyes. They were dark, like a jungle or forest and as the boy danced in the front row, so close to Derek and his court, Derek could see all the different shades of green there were. More than Derek had ever seen. And his favorite color was green, the color of their kingdom. But these eyes, they held more shades of green than Derek had ever seen in his life. He could spend all day staring into them, counting every shade.
"He's gorgeous...", whispered Derek stunned, completely transfixed by the green-eyed beauty.
Trend nodded slowly. He knew who his lover was talking about. The bronze-skinned Adonis was pretty hard to miss. Peanut-colored curls swaying around his face as he stared proudly. Most others had their heads lowered, staring submissively at the floor while dancing. But this one, he was fierce. He was staring straight ahead, even dared to glare at Derek. The look in those green eyes send one clear message: You may make me dance like a puppet, but you don't own me. It was interesting, to say the least. Slaves, especially carriers, knew better than to challenge royalty – especially so a king. But this one, he didn't care. It made Trend grin a little.
"You two are drooling a bit there", pointed Marshall out, sound all business and neutral.
Once again, the bodyguard made Derek and Trend blush a bit. Both simultaneously tried to wipe their chins, just to notice that Marshall had tricked them. The dark-skinned man was grinning amused and Sara was laughing as Derek and Trend glared annoyed.
/break\
The rest of the night passed with a lot of alcohol and food. Derek and Trend stumbled back into their chambers lip-locked. Derek's arms were wrapped around Trend's neck greedily.
"Did you like him?", asked Derek against his lover's lips.
"Who?", asked Trend in return, practically throwing his lover onto the bed.
"The pretty one with the green eyes and the bronze skin", stated Derek, sitting up.
"The cheeky one", nodded Trend thoughtful. "He didn't lower his eyes. Not once."
"Feisty, yes", agreed Derek with a cheeky grin of his own. "Kept glaring at me."
"And you liked that?", interrogated Trend as he stripped down.
"Well, I'm the king. I'm used to everyone kissing my feet. You don't. You've always spoken your mind. It's what I value the most about you", replied Derek softly. "What good would a carrier be if he'd just submissively lay there and take it? That would really just make him that. A carrier. Not a person. I want a person. A challenge. Someone I could have feelings for."
"So you have decided", observed Trend lowly, slowly walking up to the bed.
"Depends on what you think, idiot", sighed Derek and reached out for his lover. "I want you. I am not giving you up. I know I need an heir, but when I get a carrier, I will get one that you want too, because he would be ours and not mine. I will never end our relationship, Trend. Not over something as trivial as finding someone to have my heir. This is our choice, not just mine."
"You're weird, my king", stated Trend with a fond smile.
"They say love has that effect on people", whispered Derek and kissed Trend.
"I like the sound of that", observed Trend, caressing Derek's cheek. "So you're serious then?"
"About the carrier being ours? Yes", nodded Derek. "I like that one, but if you'd prefer a different one, we can, I don't know, go shopping or whatever you'd call it. I want to chose the mother of our children together with you, Trend. Because any family in my future, I'd like to share with you."
Trend was stunned silent. Derek wasn't the type to talk about his feelings and emotional desires, so either he had enough alcohol in his system to loosen him up so much, or this was seriously important to the king. And something told Trend that it was a combination of both, because even though it was highly important to Derek, Derek had needed the wine for courage.
"I like him too", whispered Trend against his lips. "He was gorgeous and fierce. Like a tiger, caught by a hunter. I'd love to try and tame him, with you."
"Yeah, that sounds good", grinned Derek and leaned in the last inch for another kiss.
/break\
But by the time Derek and Trend rolled out of bed the next day, completely hungover from last night's feast, the slave-trader and his dancers had already moved on to the next kingdom, having left by sunrise to be on time. Chances that this particular slave won't be sold by the time the trader returned to their kingdom were ridiculously low.
Author's note: Itannwn and Fólannia are my creations, since I know jack about history and how the old realms worked. But for easier understanding, imagine Fólannia as England, Ireland, Scottland, Netherlands, Belgium and Luxembourg, while Itannwn would cover Italy, France, Switzerland and Germany. Kind of as a Roman Empire and a British Empire kinda thing. Derek is the king of England and Nico is the king of Italy, but not really since we're talking different kingdoms. You get it, I hope.
The next chapter will have Percy sending Donny out to Fólannia to consult Derek, then Donny, Herc, Thea and Phyl will start their journey and arrive there. Also, some Derek-Donny bonding.