Bwahahaha! I am now an IDEA THEIF!

I thought this would be a great idea to write but I don't want to follow the almost exact story line of Percy Jackson like the story "Children of the Nations". Don't get me wrong, it's a good story, kind of like RR's with some differences. Is the writer of said story OCs going to be in here? More than likely not unless she reads this and gives me the go ahead.

Enjoy!~

Chapter 1

My amber eyes glare back at me as I gently push the unruly piece of hair sticking up from my head. This never happened before. Was it the way I slept? Oh, great, now it was curling. If I couldn't get this thing down then I would attract more stares than usual. I say usual because my hair on top was bright blonde but halfway down my head it turned auburn then straight brown.

"Honey, if you don't hurry you'll be late for school!" I mutter under my breath as my mother calls up the stairs. I give the hair a sharp tug and immediately my body flushes in heat in a pleasurable way. Maybe I shouldn't pull it in public.

Grabbing my bag I rush down the stairs, my hiker boots thudding on the carpet. Mom was waiting at the bottom of the stairs and looked up with a smile. The smile falls from her pretty face as she looks at the curious piece of brown hair sticking up defiantly.

"Bella, what is that?" She turns my head from side to side but doesn't touch it. I shrug and moments later she breaks into a wide grin and wraps me in a hug. "My baby's growing up! Already reached puberty! Who'd of thought?" She swings me around and sets me down. I angle a glare at her.

"Mom. A hair curl can't possibly count for puberty. Are we going to go now? Before I miss school. Not that I care." I expect a reprimand for sassing off and glaring but she just chuckles and mutters something like 'just like your father.' I just shake my head and walk double pace to the car.

We drive to the school in silence. Mom was the school secretary which meant I could not get away with anything. Not even falling asleep in class. Which happened often. I glance over at her as we pull into the lot, still a little early for school.

"Hey mom?" She looks over at me expectantly. "Who… is my dad? I know he's someone important. You tell me that all the time." She looks away from me to look out the window. Just like I knew she would.

"Sweetie, can't this wait till later?" She asks, drumming her fingers slowly on the steering wheel.

"Mom you said that last time, and the time before that, so I'm sure that's what you'll say next time. I want fucking answers." This time I saw the hand before it slapped into my face. It happened whenever I did it around my mom. "Fine." I say quietly, kicking the door open and slamming it shut.

I hear mom call for me but I refuse to turn around. She apologized whenever she hit me but I knew it wouldn't stop her from doing it again the next time I said something profane. I stalk past a shady looking character to the school's front gates. But as I take a step inside he grabs my shoulder and yanks me back.

"What's your fucking deal dumb ass?" I shout, turning. He looks down at me with cold eyes.

"Just as I suspected. You're coming with me." He starts tugging me to the lot and my mom jumps out in front of him.

"Just where the hell do you think you're taking my daughter?" His grip tightens on me as I try to wiggle away desperately.

"So she's yours? Then you know where I'm taking her. This will be a lot easier on both of you if you just tell me her who her father is." He pushes me forward and my mother shoots him one of her death glares. She was so good at giving them that I shrank away even though she wasn't looking at me.

"I…don't know." My mother says and the man loosens his grip. But I could tell from the look in my mother's eyes she was lying. She knew but she wasn't going to tell him. But this man didn't know that.

"I assume Korea. Maybe Greece or Turkey?" My mother shakes her head as I look back at the man. If he wanted to know my father then why was he naming countries? But despite my curiosity my skin still crawled when he mentioned Turkey. "Either way, it's not safe for her here. I'm going to have to take her."

My mother's face turned into fear and anger. "You have no right!"

"I've had to fend off three monsters just this morning. They know she's here." The man cuts her off.

My mother stands there then steps back. "Alright, but let me give her something first." She heads over to the car and pulls out several books and an expensive looking fedora. I knew mom had connections with the mafia and I had seen the hat countless times. She comes back and places the hat on my head and pushes the books into my arms.

"Take care of grandpa's hat okay? And I wish it wouldn't have come to this but read these books and you'll understand." She straightens the fedora which really didn't go with what I wore but whatever. But here was the confusing part, my grandfather wasn't even remotely Italian nor did he deal with the mafia. So what was my mom saying? Whatever it was the look in her eyes warned me not to say anything.

The man looks around uneasily. "We have to be on our way. More monsters will gather here shortly." My mom says her final goodbyes and the man leads me away.

~One Hour Later~

I look at the five books in my lap after I sit down in my seat on the plane. The man, Mr. Luebe, sat in the seat behind me. Tracing my fingers over the first book cover I read "The Lightning Thief" which was all spelled in Italian. It wouldn't be a problem reading it because for some reason I could read anything in Italian as easily as I read English.

Opening it I find my mother's pretty handwriting scribbled onto the first page. It read, "To my precious Bella, I had hoped this would never happen like your father said it would. I had thought keeping you out of his world would keep you safe. This story was written by someone like yourself and like my father before me. It is merely a cover story and I have written over the parts that have been changed. I pray that this helps. I love you. P.S. If ever you run into any danger I want you to run. Run fast and run hard."

That was all it said. I sense Mr. Luebe looking over the seat separating us and I slam it shut. Something in the back of my head told me reading it around other people would get me into trouble. Mr. Luebe politely asks the man sitting next to me to switch seats. To my disappointment he complied.

"So, what you got there?" He says after sitting down. I tilt the hat lower over my face and lean back.

"Books." Something told me that reverting to cussing him out as I was wont to do would not go well for me so I tried to keep it polite.

"I can see it's the Percy Jackson series but I'm not quite sure what language that is."

I let the conversation drop into silence. "So, wanna guess where we're going?" His voice alone made me think he was close to acting like my best friend ever. This would be new to me because I didn't have any friends. Consequence of being a spitfire, constantly angry, no touch bitch.

"Not California." I mutter. He leans back in his seat and looks up. If I didn't find him so annoying I would probably call him attractive. Despite being almost twice my age that is. He had short light blonde hair with natural golden highlights and sparkling blue eyes.

"Correct. We're going to Hawaii, the only place that's protected in this nation from monsters." As he talked he flipped a high school ring around in his hand. On it was a large sapphire with the engraving of an eagle on its side. "Once there we'll head to camp. Then we'll put you in your father's area."

"So you've figured out my father already?"

"I would have to say North Italy. Since he's the only Axis who escaped the swearing."

"The swearing?"

"After WW2 West Germany, East Germany, Japan, and South Italy had to swear they wouldn't have any more children since it was them that started the war. North Italy sided with the Allies near the closing of the war but his brother refused to switch sides. Surprising since Romano is known to be fickle. He probably wanted to prove a point to his brother."

I gaze out the window as he speaks. It sounded like these people were immortal. Somehow those terms seemed cruel.

~Later~

Mr. Luebe had a truck parked in the airport lot and he motioned for me to climb in. After a few minutes of driving the roads disappeared and Mr. Luebe turned down a dirt path. After what seemed like half an hour he parked at a tree stump in the middle of the forest. He hops out and motions for me to do the same. I do so hesitantly and follow him over to a huge tree.

Surprisingly there were several more trucks parked nearby. Mr. Luebe pulled back a few vines on the front of the tree to reveal a button, which he presses. A moment later I find myself jumping backwards as an elevator door opens on the side of the tree. He motions for me to get into the elevator and I do so with a longing glance back at the truck.

As the doors closed Ke$ha's song "Take It Off" started playing from speakers near the top. Mr. Luebe hummed along in perfect time while I stood there in embarrassment. As the song ends the elevator dings and I spring out of the doors as they slide open. Since I'm so clumsy it would figure that I would trip climbing out.

And of course it would have to be right in front of a group of kids. I hear muttering around me as I keep my face buried into the floor, embarrassed. "I see Artie was successful, as expected from my eldest son." I curl up on myself as Mr. Luebe walks past to converse with his "father".

"Aren't you silly? You can't stay on the floor the whole time there chica." I slowly glance up to come face to face with the most handsome Spanish guy I have ever seen. He had perfectly tan skin, green-blue eyes, and slightly curly black hair. He lets out a whistle as I try to make myself smaller. "And pretty as well." My face flares up into a small blush and he chuckles.

"Aw, she's so cute!~" Reflexively, as he reaches out to touch me, I launch my fist and connect with the inside of his elbow.

"Careful Santo, looks like an Italy sister with a bit of a bite." Someone says behind him. The first person who had spoke lets out a loud hmm sound and I look up at him.

He looked like Mr. Luebe but four times as attractive with a small cowlick of hair that stuck from the front of his head. Heck, he even looked younger. "Somehow she doesn't strike me as one of Feliciano's daughter. But then again she could be one of the three fourths deminations." He says, lowering his glasses at me.

The air seemed to hold an electrical charge as I stood up and a moment later smoke rose up from a spot near the speaker. With an explosive pop the smoke dissipated to reveal someone slightly shorter wearing what had to be an expensive Italian suit. He had rich auburn hair cut short that had a curl just like mine sticking up from it. His deep amber eyes flicked to the speaker who smiled as he frowned.

"Hey South. I'm guessing it's been a month already?"

"Yes America, and England said he would have your head if you weren't on time for that meeting." So these two were countries. So did that mean that 'South' was South Italy? America disperses like how South Italy had come in and South Italy looks around at the crowd.

"What are all of you looking at? Don't you have business elsewhere?" The campers mutter a few apologies and walk away quickly. Including Mr. Luebe which left me alone with this guy. I find myself looking away as he walks up to me. "Tell me, what is your name?" I look back up at him, the expression in his eyes unreadable.

"Bella Gerhardt." Before I could back away he wraps me in a hug and kisses the top of my head.

"It's nice to finally meet you, my daughter."

A/N

And we're done with the first chapter which took far longer than I would have liked to write.

People are probably mad that I'm not finishing up on OPP and that's because I'm waiting on someone to finish some fan art I promised I would link in the last chapter. And as for DH I constantly have someone walking in on me and since the whole chapter is smut I'm having difficulty writing it without someone seeing.

Ciao!~