This story is all about Nico diAngelo`s travels. I own nothing.

~Lucky

Nico`s POV

My travels started on a bus bench in New York. I wasn't waiting for the bus, but I was tired, and basicly homeless. I refused to go back to that camp.

An older woman sat down next to me and smiled. "Hello."

"Hey," I muttered back.

I really didn't like to talk much, but this lady just wouldn't quit.

"So, what are you doing out here all alone?" She asked.

"I`m on vacation," I lied.

"Oh," She sighed, "Where do you come from?"

Uh-oh. Didn't think this one through.
"Uh...Italy?" It came out as more of a question.

She looked doubtful. "I meant where do you live?"

"Italy!" I insisted.

The lady lifted an eyebrow. "Are you homeless?"

I swear, if Percy hadn`t walked by right then, I probably would have had a panic attack.

I jumped up and litterally ran into him. He let out a yelp of suprise. "Whoa! Nico?"

I turned back to the lady. "Of course I`m not homeless! I live with my brother, and we`re on vacation from our lovely home in Italy!"

"You learn something new about yourself everyday," Percy muttered.

Nosy lady got up and walked over to Percy, looking him straight in the eye.

"Is this boy really your brother?" She asked, "If he`s not, I have every interest to call CPS!"

"He`s my brother," Percy assured her, "He decided to go out exploring on his own. I`m gonna kill him when we get home."

I tried my best to look ashamed while mentally thanking my cousin. The bus came and the lady left. Percy stared at me before shaking his head.

"Your lucky I showed up when I did," He said, "If she had called CPS, you`d be headed off to an orphanage right now."

"I know," I muttered, refusing to look him in the eye.

After a few minutes of lecturing, he gave me ten bucks to go and get some lunch, then left me standing on the street.

What if I really had come from Italy? What is it even like in Italy? I`ve got the power to shadow travel, why don't I use it?

On impulse, I ran straight into a wall. After a few moments of darkness, I appeared on a bridge over rushing water. I stood back and stared at the amazing view. There was a large building that appeared to be a church and another one that I didn't recognise.

My thoughts were jarred when someone yelled, "Stare in gaurdia, ragazzo!"

I whirled around to find an angry women with four dogs surounding her. I spoke a bit of Italian because of my mother, and I`m pretty sure she yelled, 'Watch out, boy!"

"Sorry," I said.

She looked at me like I had spoken a foreign language, and I realized that to her, I had.

"Um, I mean...Uh, desolet? Right? Wait no! Desoleto! That`s it! Desoleto!" I apologised.

The women shook her head and walked on after calling to someone. A young girl, mabye thirteen, with dark hair and eyes walked up to her and said something in Italian, but all I caught was 'boy'.

She turned to me and said in a thick accent. "You speak English?"

I nodded.

"My name is Felicia!" She exclaimed, "I speak English too!"

"Yeah, I can see that."

"What is your name?" Sh asked me curiously.

"Nico."

I couldn't help but notice her resemblence to Bianca. I guess it was just insanity catching up to me.

"Mama wants to know if you would like to have some tea, Nico." Felicia said sweetly.

One of the dogs at Felicia`s mother`s feet barked, and the women said something to her daughter and left.

"Uh, I dont know..." I hesitated. It`s not like I had anyone to worry about but myself. I could do what I wanted, go where I pleased. So I did the natural thing.

"Got anything chocalate?"

Felicia laughed, "Papa`s a baker. I`m sure we can find something."

I smiled. "Then lets get some tea!"