Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson franchise.

=This fic participates on Takara Phoenix's Nicercy summer contest=

≈ Exchanges ≈

- International Love -

Prologue

"Mom! I'm home!" I said while I closed the door. I have just arrived from school.

"Hey, honey! What do you have there, huh?" my mom asks. I truly love her, she is just like the sweetest, most caring mom ever! Her name is Sally Jackson, she is the strongest woman I have ever met.

"Some information about some exchange program." I said innocently. I have been bugging her about this for months now. "Please mom! It would be an awesome experience and I will just go for five weeks, it's not a long time!" I pleaded.

"I will talk to your father, then we'll see." she said and I knew it was final, all I could do was wait. So, I picked up my backpack and went upstairs to my room. I didn't see the problem on going to an exchange, we didn't have any financial problems - for God's sake! I am the son of Poseidon fuckin' Jackson! - My parents even send Triton - my big brother - to multiple exchanges all around the world. Why won't they let me go? I mean, I have one of the best promedies at Half-Blood High - thanks to my best friend Annabeth, though - Aw, come on! Dad has lots of money because he is New York's mayor. I'm so frustrated!

Since I don't want to deal with my dilemma I drifted to sleep...

"¡Mamma!¡Già sono in casa!" (*Mom! I'm home!) I said when I reached the kitchen where I saw my stepmom Persephone cooking dinner. She is like a mother to me and to my sister, since my biological mom died when I was ten.

"Nico, mio caro. Tue padre e ho bisogno di parlare con te." (*Nico, darling. Your father and I need to talk with you.) she said, and I knew what was about to come... "Aspetterò, allora, fino a cena." (*I'll wait, then, until dinner.) I said without waiting for a response. I knew they wanted me to go to an exchange. Why? Well, first of all, since my dad - Hades di Angelo - its Italy's best lawyer, he wants me to continue the 'family dynasty' with an open mind and with an international point of view. And the second and last reason was: Both, my dad and Persephone think I am extremely antisocial...

When dinner-time came, I was the last one to arrive at the table. I saw the disapproving look my father gave me while I sat down at the place that was on his left side.

"Nico..." he began, "... tou va a Londra domani." (* You are going to London tomorrow.)

Stupid exchange program! Stupid 'family dynasty'! I knew that I couldn't discuss anymore, the decision was made.

When I finished my food, I went upstairs to pack my stuff.

"I would like to do something else on my summer break than to go to a summer exchange program." I mutter to myself as I closed my bedroom's door.

How wrong was I back then...

"Percy! Dinner is ready!" that was the first thing I heard when I woke up. It took me less than two seconds to ran downstairs and be seated at my place at the table. Soon, I had a bunch of blue pancakes in front of me. I stared to my mom with a questioning glare. We didn't eat blue food unless we were celebrating something. Since my mom only gave me her 'I-know-something-you-don't' smile, I turned my gaze to my father, who was sitting at the head of the table. He looked up at me and gave me an envelope. I opened it and read the letter that was inside.

"Is this for real?" I asked, fearing this would be some kind of joke.

"Yes, it's for real." my dad said and continued eating like it wasn't a big deal. Triton laughed at me, my mom smiled and lil' Tyson hugged me.

I stood up, "Thank you." I said to everyone, I walked to our backyard and screamed at the top of my lungs "I'm going to London tomorrow, bitches!"

The only thing I could hear when I ran to my bedroom to pack my things was my family laughing at me, but I couldn't have care less.

Note: So, yeah. This is my first attempt to write something in english so I am sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. Also, I want to point out that I don't speak Italian (even though I would want to) so if there are any mistakes on the italian part I blame Google traductor. I hope you, dear person at the other side of the screen, keep reading this story. I would really appreciate if you leave some comments and add this story to your favs and give it a follow. Without anymore to say, I read you next time!