Hi. This can be placed in the community "The Shittiest Percy Jackson/Hetalia Crossover Fanfictions on Earth" if you'd like. I don't really care since the first part is from a year ago.

DISCALIMER: THE HEROES OF OLYMPUS SERIES BELONG TO RICK RIORDAN. IF I OWNED IT, IT WOULD SUCK. I DO NOT OWN VENICE, I DO NOT OWN HETALIA XD

Leo thinks he's the seventh wheel but in truth, he's lucky. More lucky than I ever will be. I seem to blend into the shadows more than I want to. I fear I may be forever alone but it's probably my own fault. I can't face that fear of...well...rejection. I just can't handle it! The skeletons surround me and hide me from anyone that might care. I gave up the hopeof being accepted long ago.

I lost my mother, I lost Bianca...What more do I have to lose? I'm an outcast. Son of Hades. Italian. Born in the 20th century but only a disillusioned teenager. A freak. A hopeless romantic. Nothing more than a piece of furniture that happens to come in handy during battle.

My love for Percy Jackson sealed my fate. So that leaves me, my feelings, and those damn shadows that surround me.

I, Nico Di Angelo, am forever alone...

...But for how long?

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A pale, raven-haired boy wandered through the streets of Venice, praying to every god he could think of that he wouldn't be noticed by any of the townsfolk. This place seemed so...different from when he was younger, but so hauntingly familiar. How long could one city stay so timeless for so many years?

Ugh, he didn't have time for this shit called reminicing - especially right now.

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Nico Di Angelo tried to act like a normal tourist, he really did - but when you're on the verge of getting eaten by several large and disgusting cyclopi, you want nothing more than to scream your face off and run away.

You might say "Nico could fight them off, duh! He's, like, the most amazing demigod in the history of the world! You of all people should know that! You're a fucking fanfiction writer damn you!" But Nico obviously couldn't...Not with a broken arm.

This is plain shit, Nico thought to himself, wincing from the pain of his wounded arm. Unfortunately, he had also been stupid enough to forget ambrosia. What do I do now?! Poor Nico could even smell the stench - a mix of puke, trash, and Italian spices - of the damn thing, even from...what was it? Two miles away? A little less? He couldn't tell. He didn't care anymore.

If being thousands of miles away from all the other demigods wasn't bad enough...

"For Hades' sake fine!" He shouted at nothing in particular. " I give up! Just kill me now so I don't have to suffer!"

Silence. No rumbling from the sky and not even the rustling of the earth. Shit. I'll probably be deemed a lunatic sooner or later. A few people passing by stared at him, but not for long. Soon the troubled teen seemed to blend into the backdrop, leaving the pedestrians with nothing to do but to go on their merry ways. The curse of Hades...again.

And why should I care? He asked himself. People are helpless. They're clueless. I don't care about them and they don't care about me. So what's the point of worrying about mortals?

You're mother was a mortal, a voice whispered in his head.

Oh yeah...Duh...

It sounded selfish, but he really wasn't being chased all the way to his old hometown for the sake of the camp. It was more like a ticket to suicide that could be seen as partly honorable. His thread of life had been worn so thin, maybe it was a better idea not to suffer anymore...Over his lost siblings...Over...him. Just looking at all of the canals made him want to punch himself. More reminders of him. Nico didn't need to be reminded of his own twisted identity. Oh, for the love of Zeus, it was about time he served his father for eternity without ever living at that cursed camp again.

Breaking out of his pitiful thoughts, Nico noticed how disturbingly quiet the usually bustling town was. An eagle, that for some strange reason reminded him of Frank, flew above his head and squawked a warning, then dived back into the sea. Woah, wait a sec...the sea? Demigods saw some of the oddest things, so it wasn't out of place - but just seeing that one bird weirded Nico out so much that he lost focus of the situation at hand.

And that monster was almost upon him...A.K.Aseveral million feet away. He didn't dare turn around to face it, but he could still sense its aura.

After taking a deep breath, Nico Di Angelo convinced himself he was willing for this fate to fall upon him. He'd die fearlessly for the camp that wouldn't give a damn - he only cared since Camp Half-Blood was his beloved sea prince's home. His last words spoken would be meaningless and the camp would burn a fucking piece of cloth...I mean a shroud...in his honor. Death wasn't that bad - of course it wasn't to him. Death was death...Hades...and Hades meant...

He almost wasn't paying attention when one of the cyclopi swiped at him with his ugly fist. Nico ducked, but almost got pulverized. It wasn't the blow that had hurt him, it was that swirl of thoughts prodding and distracting him.

His heart rattled against his ribs.

Fear made him realize something he had known deep down in his heart a long time ago: He didn't want to end his life so short, only a teen. He wanted to live normally, with no burden on his shoulders. But more than that, he wanted one more chance at life. He loved his camp, even if everyone hated him. He enjoyed hanging out with his friends - even though they didn't talk to him.

But now he was half dead - bloody and beaten from this monster.

It's my own damn fault, he thought to himself - a tear blurring his vision. I'll never get out of here alive. Only a miracle could help me now.

Of course, now he was doomed. His vision was important in this fuck. All he could see was the blood and gore smeared onto those monsters. He could sense their hunger and their longing for the taste of his skin.

One of them, the ugliest one, lifted Nico's limp body up to his single, lustful eye. "Time for dinner."

"Go to Tartarus." Nico muttered weakly.

The eye just seemed to get scarier by the second. "Feisty, aren't you."

"You're the one saying that." Nico hissed. "Hypocrite."

"Tsk...You're just an annoying little demigod. Maybe I'll save you for my family potluck Saturday morning." Nico could see all the teeth missing in his smile. "It'll be so fun! Would you like to be fried or..."

"A-Ahem." A new voice cut in nervously.

Nico turned to stare at the newcomer...or should I say newcomers? They were obviously brothers, though one looked older than the other. They were both young...and scrawny...And they were both carrying white flags - though the shorter one looked the most innocent. Were they idiots? Could they see through mist that heavy - and if they could, why were they approaching the beasts?!

"I believe you one-eyed bastards are fucking stepping on my beloved tomato garden." He ran one hand through his auburn hair and then stuck his middle finger obscenely in the largest monster's face. "Would you mind dropping that damn kid and moving out of the fucking way!?"

The monsters were obviously too shocked to reply. How dare this young kid come and badmouth their actions! What did he know?! Who did he think he was?!"

"I can handle this myself." Nico protested to the two young men, even though he couldn't possibly save himself now. "I'm used to this kind of stuff! I swear! Just...Stay out of it if you treasure your life."

"Don't worry about it~!" The seemingly-younger, paler one giggled. "We're experienced in this type of situation too~!" He pulled out a square of ambrosia from his pocket and chucked it at the other. "Fratello, take care of him for me. I'll deal with them."

And with that, the seemingly "innocent" kid took on six ten-foot-tall cyclopes.

Hiya! XD How is this so far? I haven't read Percy Jackson for a LOOONG time so he has a 99.9% chance of being OOC...but...Who cares? XD

Okay, So I always had this idea that Nico was kinda suicidal and such - so with that - not to mention this is lightly influenced by another PJ/Hetalia crossover - began the story of his chat with North Italy. Italy may be an an airhead but he's not completely stupid. XD

This will either end up being a two shot or a three shot...I don't know. XD It depends.

Wish me luck!

~ Emil