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"No," Nico huffed.
"Please Neeks!" Will trotted behind the stomping demigod.
"Hai chiesto questo," He replied smugly, tugging his bomber jacket with pins and patches all over it back up his shoulders, not faltering his pace.
(You asked for this)
"Dear, I don't know Italian, how am I supposed to talk to my lovely, best ever, most most most forgiving not-grudge-holding boyfriend?!" He gave him puppy eyes, which almost worked.
"No," He smiled.
"If I buy you more McDonald's fries, will you be my happy Neeks again...?"
Nico pondered this. "Force," He then added as an afterthought: "Due—no, tre."
(Maybe)(Two—no, three)
Will began clapping his hands in excitement, saying "Yay, my Spanish lessons finally came in handy!" Before suddenly his proud smile dropped, and he continued walking after the son of Hades while pulling his wallet out dejectedly and muttering. "High maintenance boyfriend..."
Nico smirked. "Sì."
(yes)
"Be right back, babe." Will blurted before darting back the pebble path they came, leaving a blushing Nico standing on a sidewalk bustling with many people on a Saturday afternoon by himself.
He claimed a bench, pulling his monster-proof phone out and scrolling through all of his friend's instagrams for a few minutes before the eye catching mop of golden-blond hair caught his gaze.
And none other than four orders of McDonald's fries and two orders of chicken nuggets laid in his two arms precariously, daring to fall at every step he took.
Nico pounced up, grabbing most of the food and skipping happily back to his claimed bench where his bag lay.
"Happy now, love?" Will asked.
Nico nodded, saying, "Molto."
(Very)
Will groaned, "Still no English?"
Nico nodded again, digging into the fries and stuffing four into his mouth with some ketchup and after swallowing replied. "Se mangi l'ultima patatina fritta, paghi. Queste sono solo le regole."
(You eat the last fry, you pay. Those are just the rules)
"But I said I'm soooryyy!" Will whined, plopping himself down beside Nico and resting his head dramatically on his shoulder, bringing the back of his hand to his forehead. "I'm gonna die." He moaned theatrically.
"Starai bene"
(You'll be fine)
"I'm gonna die right now. Aphrodite is going to kill me—from a broken heart."
"Indurisciti, perdente."
(Toughen up, loser)
"Nico, I see the light." He squinted up towards nothing, just beyond the tall buildings across from them. "I think the sweet release of death is here. I'm—" He fake coughed, doubling over before resuming his former position. "—finally getting out of this utter torment..."
"Coraggioso da parte tua presumere che la morte ti tirerà fuori da questa relazione." He snorted at his own joke, "Hades avrebbe semplicemente premuto "ritorna al mittente", e se non l'avesse fatto, ci sarei andato io stesso e ti avrei preso."
(Bold of you to assume death will get you out of this relationship.)(Hades would just press 'return to sender', and if he didn't, I'd stomp down there myself and get you.)
"My heart... it burns!" Will added a voice crack for good measure, before making his arms go limp and made a "bleh" in death sound. Nico laughed allowed at his overly dramatic play, still shoveling fries into his mouth. He was two larges down.
After a few seconds, Will returned from the dead. "Still nothing?"
Nico shook his head in 'no'.
Will huffed, snatching a chicken nugget and plopping it into his mouth.
After they finished their second meal happily, Will stood up and offered a hand to Nico, who took it, letting his boyfriend lead him through the crowds of people and finally ending at a small ice cream parlor.
"Il tuo stomaco è un buco nero?"
(Is your stomach a black hole?)
"If you asked if I'm done eating, the answer's a shocking 'no'." Will smiled, half placing half throwing Nico into a shaded chair before walking over to the van where a nice looking woman tended to him.
In the mid afternoon sun, it was warm enough that Nico wasn't cold, but not too hot or bright that he was sweating. A few white and fluffy clouds dotted the sky, and birds flew and sung all over. He'd finished his summer assignments, and was free. It was a perfect afternoon.
Except for the fact that Will ate the last handful of fries Nico was saving.
He noticed his own childish actions and chuckled to himself, running a tongue over his lips before Will came back with a big grin.
"Chocolate!" He smiled.
"Grazie"
(Thanks)
"Okay, what do I have to do?"
Nico shrugged, doing his best not to smile as he licked the chocolate ice cream in the cone.
Groaning again, Will licked his strawberry ice cream with a humorous sour expression on his face.
Suddenly, their gazes locked into a staring contest.
Nico won.
"That was cheating! You can't morph the shadows to tap dance right in front of me!"
Nico was laughing hysterically. "Ho vinto!"
(I win)
"Hey Neeks, what if I told you that the lady in the van said I was cute and gave me her number-"
"She what?" Nico's eyes were serious and wide, the grip on his cone tightening which made a crack form up one side.
"Yeah, she... WOA-" Will grabbed the Italian's wrist as he suddenly flung from his seat, rapidly correcting his fatal mistake. "Neeks, Neeks, Neeks, she didn't, I promise!"
He turned around to face Will again, eyes softening.
Will chuckled, bringing him back around to his seat. "Guess what?"
"Cosa?"
(What)
Will smirked, licking his ice cream again. "You spoke in English a second ago."
Nico's eyebrows raised high on his forehead, "Merde," He raised his hands in resignation. "You win."
(Shit,)
Will whooped, "Woo!" He smiled cheekily at the other. "Does this mean I get my English speaking boyfriend back after nearly an hour?"
Nico sighed, though the smile wasn't lost in his tone. "Yes..."