My Imanginary Friend (Nico di Angelo X Fem!Reader)

Rome Is Being Invaded

Being the offspring of Poseidon meant I was born a natural sailor, according to Jason at least. The offspring of Mercury were natural thieves at least that's what Miguel told us. So what do you get when you mix a natural sailor with a natural thief? The answer is nothing good.

"There is literally only one way to Italy from New York," Miguel told me pointing at the red line on the map. The line was from New York to Italy.

"Yeah Jean, what other way would there be?" I asked my blonde friend who was pouting at us.

"Well, this mission was supposed to be cooler." Jean sighed. "But we're just sailing straight."

I looked at Miguel who shrugged tightening his man bun. I turned back to Jean. "We won't be going straight the whole time," I said trying to cheer him up. "There might be some storms we need to avoid and stuff."

"Traveling is not easy," Miguel added. "I went to Brazil once and got lost. Let's just say I'm a wanted criminal in Russia now."

Jean and I looked at Miguel with raised eyebrows. He just smiled innocently at us.

"Not my fault." He told us.

I looked at Jean who was already looking back at me. We were both slightly concerned with Miguel but at the same time, we've done a lot of bad stuff ourselves.

"Fine." Jean sighed with a small smile on his face. "So we have the map now what?"

"Supplies." Miguel and I said at the same time. We looked at each other smiling slightly.

"We'll need food, drinks, money, and some tools to help defend and rebuild if the ship gets damaged," I said.

Miguel nodded in agreement. "We don't really have stuff for defending ships here at this camp."

The Romans weren't too fond of the ocean because it was a dangerous force nobody, besides like two demigods and two main deities, could control. "I kinda figured. Hopefully Camp Half-Blood has some things."

"Leo was talking about this fire that never goes out." Jean piped in. "The Hephaestus cabin should have some."

"Sounds good," I said. "And New York has a lot of stores we can borrow from."

"There's a difference between borrowing and stealing." Miguel pointed out.

"I know," I admitted with a shrug.

Miguel grinned clearly amused by my nonchalant attitude. "Okay, what about when we get there? Do either of you know Italian?"

"Nope." Jean and I responded in sync grinning brightly.

Miguel sighed rubbing his forehead. "I'm pretty sure there's a Latin to Italian book somewhere." He mumbled to himself. "I'm pretty sure they speak Spanish too. Do either one of you speak Spanish?"

"Nope." Jean and I responded once more. It wasn't our fault, okay? I blamed the educational system. Plus we couldn't even read English thanks to our godly genes.

Miguel sighed a bit annoyed. "You two are hopeless." He told us.

"Said every teacher we've ever had," I said rolling the map up. "Anyways when it comes to stealing food Miguel and I are probably the best."

Miguel looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "You can steal stuff daughter of the ocean?"

"Yeah, I've stolen an entire cake from Walmart once," I told him proudly.

Miguel was not impressed instead he smirked. "I've stolen two sets of toilet paper from a Dollar Store once." He admitted. "Like the really big ones and I just walked on out."