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Title: Ti Amo, Amore Mio

Disclaimer: All rights go to Rick Riordan for that he created the awesomeness known as Nico Di Angelo and everything else related to Percy Jackson and the Olympians/Heroes of Olympus. Aside from the Gods, they are copyrighted from the Ancient Greeks. This fan fiction, on the other hand is entirely mine. No money was made from this, but comments are quite lovely. ^^

Pairing(s): Nicercy, [probably will add more later]

Warning: Very little, slight-angsty themes, shounen-ai, very little, slight blood, OoC-ness, and profanity [when I say slight, it will be very little. And little as in a tiny, small prick.]

A/N: Listening to Matchbox Twenty, "How Far We've Come", while reading this fanfiction is quite delightful. I apologize in advance for my amazing, err- terrible grammar and spelling skills. If you do not appreciate this pairing, please close out of this page. It would be quite a treat to know if you enjoy my fanfiction by reviewing. Flames shall flame on and be used to bake delicious cookies. OvO

"Hey Perce," Nico whispered sadly, caressing the raven locks, admiring the familiar, boyish face.

"The war has ended, Percy... The Gods won... We won..." A lone tear ran down the teen's cheek, splattering on the comatose Sea Prince's slender hand. Nico sat silently for a few minutes before he began to talk to the unresponsive body again.

"Please… please, wake up. Can't you see that everyone is waiting for you to wake up, Percy. We all miss you-I miss you!" Nico wept, scrunching his eyebrows together, roughly gripping the bed sheets. Still nothing came out of the laying figure, resting peacefully.

"Ti amo, amore mio."

"I want to see your beautiful smile, your laughter, your voice... Please, open your eyes, Percy!" violent sobs wracked his body.

"Why did it have to be this way? Why! Why couldn't we be born as mortals?! Why!" Nico demanded painfully to the Gods. Thunder angrily boomed in the sky.

"Are you ready, Neeks?" Percy threw a playful smirk towards Nico's direction.

"Of course I am. Why couldn't I be?" Nico scoffed, looking at the battleground that was adorned with crimson blood and scattered bodies with a saddened stare.

"Promise me you'll be safe, Nico." Percy stared at the greying sky, knowing that this might be the end to everything they've gone through. Nico nodded numbly before asking, no, demanding the same.

"You better be alive after this. Or I'll never forgive you. "

"I promise." Percy replied, grinning weakly, even though something in his mind made him a bit doubtful.

"Ti amo, amore mio." Percy smiled caringly at Nico, before nodding his head.

"Σ 'αγαπώ, Nico." (S 'agape̱, Nico.)

Percy uncapped Anaklusmos, or better known as Riptide, from his pocket, before pointing the gleaming tip towards the sky and screaming a war cry.

Rows of demigods, wearing leather and chain armor, gave their own battle cry before charging at Kronos's army with wooden bows, spears, metallic shields, and shining swords.

Bodies quickly falling to the ground, allies and enemies alike. Scorching wounds, blood-curling screams, and dead figures surrounding the battle ground.

"Watch out!" Nico heard from a far distance before dodging another sword, sending his own dead army to help fend off some enemies.

Percy panted, materializing water from the air and splashing it on himself, healing from it.

He saw Nico at the corner of his eye, trying to fend off from the enemies bombarding him with heavy attacks. Percy dashed to where Nico was, ducking and jumping at swords aiming for him.

Nico's army was taking care of enemies from behind while Nico guarded himself from the front. A swift blade was aiming for Nico's side, which was unprotected.

Percy felt his eyes widen, "NICO! Γαμώτο! (Gamó̱to !)" Perseus swore in Ancient Greek.

He pushed through the sharp knives, small wounds appearing on his body as he bled.

Percy tackled Nico, pushing him away from the lethal weapon, threatening to hurt his love's life.

A sharp pain wracked his side, a small trickle of blood flowing from his mouth as the blade connected to his skin.

"PERCY!"

"I'm fine! Continue to fight!" Percy wiped the crimson liquid from his mouth, with the back of his hand, and weakly smirked as he held himself up.

Nico glanced worriedly at Percy and frowned.

"Well, well, isn't this so heart-warming," a slightly hoarse voice mocked. "The Sea prince rescuing his dear ole beloved one." The figure made a sarcastic smirk as half of his face was revealed as light began to uncover the shadows.

"Kronos!" Percy growled as he was clutching his side. Kronos chuckled humorlessly.

"Aren't you glad to see me?" Kronos taunted at the pair.

"This is dragging on too long, let's put an end to this touching scene, shall we?" Kronos laughed maniacally. Kronos materialized a gleaming sword, then charging straight at the Ghost Prince.

"NICO!" Percy screamed in horror as Nico was about to be stabbed.

"Think fast dammit!" Percy mentally scolded himself in anger. Nico gulped and closed his eyes as he was about to accept his death. Nico glanced at Percy one last time before his awaiting end. Nico opened his eyes as he felt no pain. He looked up and he saw the nightmare that arrived.

"PERCY!" Nico's eyes widened ten folds, as Percy's body was staked onto Kronos sword at his former vulnerable spot.

Percy gently plotted his weak hands on Nico's cheek, his eyes half-lidded, his body still attached to the weapon. Blood poured out of his mouth and body.

"I'm glad I got to protect you," Percy smiled wearily, coughing violently, suddenly feeling tired.

"I'm sorry Neeks. You'll have to forgive me for breaking our promise…" Percy began coughing violently, spraying blood on Nico's jacket.

"Λυπάμαι, αγάπη μου." [Lypámai , agápi̱ mou]

"Te amo vos, charissimi..." Percy's hand fell limp as his eyes closed.

Kronos gave a satisfied smirk, pulling his weapon out of the hero's body. Percy's body was roughly dropped to the ground before Nico rushed over to him, pulling Percy's fallen body to his. Nico screamed at the Gods, angry tears rolled down his cheeks.

Kronos smirked in triumph at the fallen Son of Poseidon.

"How dare you! You bastard!" Nico's eyes filled with rage for the titan.

Sharp, jagged rocks levitated from the ground. Giant skeletons crawled out from the Earth's soil. Kronos caught an intimidating eye staring out from the shaggy hair. Dark aura surrounded Nico as Kronos's army backed away from the boy with a slight tremble of fear. The grass on the ground below him browned and wilted.

"You think a pitiful, little demigod could kill me? A titan?" Kronos scoffed masking his intimidation of the boy in front of him. Nico stood there with his messy, scattered hair covering most of his face, a Stygian Iron sword held loosely in his hand.

"He killed him… he… killed… him." Nico darkly mumbled, growing angrier as he went. His grip on his sword tightened, while his nails punctured his skin, creating a dribble of blood on palm.

Nico finally looked up, glaring coldly at the titan.

"KRONOS! I WILL KILL YOU!" A wave of shadows enveloped titan's feet, then slowing engulfing his limbs, making Kronos drop his weapon.

"What are you doing, you demigod?!" Kronos snarled, struggling to escape the dark creatures, eating his body up.

Nico slowly limped towards the enchained titan, lifting his sword up.

"This will not be the last of me! DO you hear me!? I swear of the River Styx-" The titan was cut off by feeling a sharp pain in his chest. "Shut up." Nico growled at the titan.

"Go to Tartarus." Nico hissed in Kronos ear as he impaled the titan on his sword. Nico slid his sword out of the titan before slicing the titan's head off. Kronos's head rolled off, and landing on the wilted, grassy floor. Nico trotted over to Percy, kneeling beside him. Kissing his forehead before carrying Percy's limp body.

"I'm glad I got to protect you."

"You didn't have to protect me… Dammit!"

He gritted his teeth, while his emotions crumbled.

Omake 1:

"Well, well, isn't this so heart-warming," a raspy voice mocked. "The Sea prince rescuing his dear 'ole beloved one." The figure made a sarcastic smirk as half of his face was revealed as light began to uncover the shadows.

"VOLDEMORT!?" Percy screamed, his face showing pure shock.

"What are you doing here?!" Nico felt so lost. He looked at Percy for an explanation, but Percy only shook his head.

"Oh whatever! WEEE!" Voldemort skipped, like a little school girl, around Nico and Percy yelling like an ADHD kid sugar high.

A thunderbolt rumbled, a boy around their age with old-fashioned, round glasses and a lightning bolt scar appeared out of nowhere.

"Voldie, come back here you old man!" The boy scolded the pale, weird man, grabbing him by the ear and dragging his back to the lightning bolt.

"But Harry!" Voldemort whined childishly. "Come on!"

"Sorry for the inconvenience!" The boy, named Harry, apologized and smiled sheepishly.

Everyone stood frozen at what they just saw. They all had the same thought running through their head: "WTF just happened?"

A/N: I'm such a weird child. ^^ Don't mind the little side stories. Thank my friend for helping me write this fic and my other friend for helping me with the Greek and Italian parts/phrases. :) Again, I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes, Remember to leave a review if you enjoyed the fic! Oh, and if you wish for me to continue the fic, please tell me. This fic can be continued if you guys wish! One tell would hopefully remind me to continue, knowing at least one person would like for me to continue. Review, please! c: