At the end of this, you will no doubt be wondering who Smim is. He will be appearing in some of the coming chapters, but if you want the whole story, check out my new story which will be coming soon.

I had this idea because so few of the stories I've read actually have Nico coming out. Of course, he's just being ridiculous, because there isn't a single person who would hate him, because they're all freaking Greek!

I was also asked for a tratie chapter, which I am working on.

This authors note is strangely boring. Phooey.

"Dad, I'm gay."

Hades glanced up at his son and then returned to his papers.

"Yes, I know."

Nico gaped at him.

"What do you mean you know!?"

"Do not shout indoors!" snapped Hades. "I'm a god. You're my son. I knew as soon as you were born."

"But- but you never . . . why didn't you say something?"

"Nico, I do not have time to have an in depth conversation about your love life," said Hades, exasperated. "Now look over these files and see which spirits need to be tried and which can go straight to the fields of punishment." He shoved an armload of files into his son's arms.

Nico promptly dropped them on his dad's foot and stormed away, muttering about wasted worrying and under reactions.

"Hazel I'm gay."

Hazel looked at him.

"No you're not."

Nico blinked.

"Yes, I am. Most definitely."

"You are most definitely not."

"Hazel," Nico blew out a breath. "I am."

"Nico," said Hazel with utter certainty, "Anyone who looks at you can plainly see that you are anything but gay. It shows all over your face."

Nico did not know what to say to this.

"Hazel," said Frank who had been watching with amusement, "What do you think gay means?"

Hazel frowned. "It means happy, doesn't it?"

Nico face palmed.

"Percy, I'm gay."

Percy tore his eyes away from Psych long enough to look at him curiously.

"Okay."

"Okay?" said Nico disbelievingly. "What do mean, okay!?"

"Don't shout," said Percy disapprovingly. "Yes, okay. What else do you want me to say?"

Nico wisely chose not to respond to that.

"So, you don't mind?" he asked timidly.

"Of course not," said Percy, his brow furrowing. "I mean, Malcolm, Mitchell, Lou Ellen and Miranda are all gay, and they're awesome, right Annabeth?" Annabeth nodded without taking her eyes off of Shawn, who was channeling that little boy cat, who was channeling the dead actress, who was doing the musical number, I Dazzle And I Stretch. "See? We don't care."

Nico glared at him. Such reactions were most unsatisfactory.

"I know a guy you might like," continued Percy thoughtfully. "Maybe I can set you up."

Nico dumped the popcorn bowl over his head.

"For years, I spend most of my time worrying what people would think . . . but these are the most disappointing reactions I could have imagined!" Nico ranted to Smim. He flomped dispiritedly onto the ground.

"My life is so empty now," he said sadly.

Smim just shook his head. "Oh, Nico," he sighed.

Come on. You know you want to know.