A/N: Christmas with five people sure is calm.

'Nico! So glad to see you!' Naomi Solace chirped while Will and I walked in.

'Yes, thanks, mrs. Solace, good to see you too,' I answered. She shook her head with a little smile.

'You can just…'

'Just say Naomi. Got it.'

She looked at Will for a second. He rolled his eyes. 'Is anybody else here yet?'

'Your uncle Jacob.' Naomi Solace turned her eyes to the heavens. 'And my poor sister-in-law Marian, of course.'

'Figures.'

They sighed, before lightly laughing. I looked up at Will, a little panicked. He saw it and grabbed my hand. 'We'll just drop off some stuff upstairs!' he said, before pulling me and our backpacks along to the second floor.

'Uncle jacob and aunt Marian are pretty okay.'

'Yeah, yeah, sure.' I dropped my suitcase on the floor. 'Do I get a mattress, or do we make it obvious?'

'He was here last year as well,' Will went on, without answering me. 'He tried to stop, eh, my other aunt from talking a few times.'

'Yes. I remember him, he was nice.' I think. I realised I did not really remember uncle Jacob. It was eclipsed by the memory of aunt Natalia.

'Aunt Natalia is not coming back, Nico, thank goodness. She won't try to slam the door in your face again or throw a cross at you.' It sounded as if he was trying to reassure himself of that too.

'Not?' I had almost forgotten about the cross.

'No. Also, the cross might have been for me,' he sighed.

'Ah. I guess it wasn't a lot of fun for you either.' Just stating the obvious here.

He chuckled. 'No, not really. But Uncle Jacob is nice, really. Let's go, shall we?'

I gave him a hug. 'Yeah, we'll go.'

Wills' aunt and uncle were sitting in the living room. 'William! Is he back again?' Jacob waved at me.

I took a step back. Will put a hand on my shoulder. 'Yes.'

'Eh, yeah, good afternoon, I am Nico…' I rattled.

'We know that, we saw you last year as well!' uncle Jacob laughed. I looked at the floor.

'Eh, right, I just thought…' I shrugged. I heard Marian sigh.

'Jacob, cut the kid some slack,' she whispered.

Will pushed me further into the room. 'Come, sit down, there are probably cookies,' he mumbeld into my ear.

There were, indeed, cookies. I took two and shoved one into my mouth.

Uncle Jacob looked back at his wife and sister and went on with the story he had been telling, that went on for quite long.

I had to give it to them, I had been in the room for a good seven minutes and there had been no comment about our relationship. When uncle Jacobs' speech went on for slightly too long, aunt Marian turned to me: 'It is very nice that you decided to spend Christmas with us.'

I shot up. 'I am glad I was allowed to come.'

She smiled at her sister-in-law. 'I am sure Naomi wouldn't have it any other way!' Naomi shrugged, with a little smile. 'Are you two going to Nico's family tomorrow?'

Will looked like he found that idea, to spend Christmas with Hades and Persephone, both hilarious and horrifying. I shook my head. 'I'm afraid my family doesn't celebrate Christmas, but they don't want to stop my fun, so I went with Will.'

'No Christmas?'

'No. Eh, of course, that was weird for me as a young child,' I lied, 'but I am glad I have someone to celebrate it with now.'

'Well, I hope we can make it better than, eh, last year.'

'Oh, well…'

A small silence fell, before Marian quickly broke it 'So, William, how's school?'

School was fine, if you're curious. The talking went slightly better after that, they even laughed when I joked we could try to invite Santa Claus today (You probably had to be there). Still I was glad when we could flee to the kitchen. Will had to make his, apparently famous, mushroom soup.

'I didn't know you could make soup. Did you do that last year?'

Will rolled his eyes. 'No. Natalia brought her tomato soup.'

'I remember the tomato soup. It had been quite good, but I hate it now.'

Will solemnly stirred his soup. 'How do you feel, Nico?'

I shrugged. 'Your aunt and uncle are nice, so okay I guess?'

Will sighed while he cut up a few mushrooms. 'Yes. That's good. I am glad.'

'Will, how did you feel about aunt Natalia?'

It might have been a little too abrupt to ask. He was silent for a moment. I looked at my feet.'Sorry, that is…'

'She called me non-stop for three days afterwards, trying to convince me I was sinning. Eventually I had to block her from every medium of communication I got. I never talked about it again, not a lot at least, because I just wanted to forget it.' He lowered the knife for a second. 'Perhaps I, too, have more troubles with it than I thought.'

'Well…' I shrugged. 'Of course, I mean…' Will stayed silent.

I felt a little cold. 'I'll go to the living room for a bit,' I muttered, before I chickened out of the kitchen.

In the hallway, I ran into aunt Marian. When she saw me, her look got concerned. 'Hello, Nico.

'Eh, hello.'

She pushed a hairclip straight. 'I just wanted to tell you that you don't have to be nervous. I understand you are still a little shaken up about last year, but…' She shrugged.

I nodded. 'Thanks. Eh… You know, I thought I had taken everything quite well. It is only now that I have thought about it for a few days that I realise that it got deeper than I thought.'

Marian nodded. 'I understand. I hope you can still enjoy some of it, at least. Did you like the cookies?'

I nodded. 'Oh, yes, the cookies were good.'

She smiled. 'Thanks. I made them myself.'

'Fancy.'

'Yes. I spend a lot of time on them!'

I snickered. 'Cool.'

'Quite.' She looked up, at the stairs. 'Eh, I'll see you in a second.'

'Of course.' I stayed where I was.

Would my Italian relatives be celebrating Christmas right now? The thought came to me without warning. I mean, obviously, I must still have Italian family. Unless my mother was an only child of an only child, maybe.

But I had had an aunt, it dawned on me. Which probably meant that somewhere, there was an Italian branch of the family, celebrating Christmas. Hm. Weird, considering they would not be thinking about me at all...

'Nico?' Will yelled from the kitchen. 'Can you help for a second? If you are still there?'

'Eh, of course.' I hadn't moved a foot.

'Sorry,' I muttered when I walked back in.

'It's okay,' Will mumbeld back. He threw a few mushrooms into the soup. 'Is it a true witch stew I already?' I looked into the pan. It looked too good to be witch stew.

'A little.'

'No, Will, not at all. Okay, maybe a little.'

Will smiled again. 'Just a little, as it should.' He handed me the spatula. 'Can you stir for me? I have to throw in these spices in the meantime.'

'Yes.'

It was calming to cook soup together and to think about how we would be eating soup together soon. Yet, just as I stirred some weird herb through the stew, Will scraped his throat. 'If you are getting sick, you should not be cooking.'

He chuckled, before pulling himself together again. 'Nico, how about we just enjoy the here and now, and then talk about how we are affected by last year some other time? Maybe we could ask Dionysus to evaluate it with us. Because it feels as if we are both still hurt by it.'

'Yes. I'll ask him as soon as I see him again.'

Will nodded. 'Good. In that case, you just need to stir slightly lighter, while I call over uncle Jacob so he can heat up his self made glühwein, which I doubt he actually makes himself.'

'Does it contain alcohol?'

'My mother always lets me have a small glass.'

'And you say you aren't rebellious!'

'It is not rebellious if your mother lets you do it!'

'I mean… point taken.'

'Well then! Now, I am going to call Jacob over. Be prepared.'

I winked, while he went out to fetch his uncle.

While he was away, I sighed. Okay, maybe it hadn't gone perfect. Yet, we could still make something of it. Anyway, who was aunt Natalia to not just ruin one, but multiple Christmases?

A/N: Secretly, uncle David gives Will and Nico alcohol-free glühwein because he is a responsible adult.

On tuesday the twenty-seventh my adult responsibilities will catch up to me, AKA I will be eightteen, or otherwise said it's my birthday :D. Also, by next chapter, I will be an adult (help).

Anyway Nico and Will having Christmas. Did you see the part where Nico thought about this Italian family? Yes ;).

I know this chapter dragged a little. It is mostly meant to cement some things for future chapters.