This is set before the final Percy Jackson book. So if there is something wrong, don't kill me! I am British, so I'm gonna be putting us in a favourable light, I'm not afraid of criticism, so If you have any, feel free

Disclaimer: Don't own Percy Jackson or the British people ;)

'SEAWEED BRAIN!' Percy span around wildly, looking for the mysterious caller. He knew it was Annabeth, but he couldn't see her. Suddenly, laughter came from behind him, and another body collided with his. He crushed Annabeth into a hug, taking in the smell of her hair. They broke apart, and there was an awkward silence.

Annabeth saved the situation. 'Have you seen Tyson?'

Percy admitted he hadn't. Together they walked towards the mess hall where dinner was about to be served. After he had dutifully scraped a portion of his meal into the fire, he and Tyson tucked in. Everyone looked up at the high table as Mr D started to speak.

'I don't care what you do, JUST LEAVE THE STRAWBERRIES ALONE-' Percy tuned out. He started carving a trident into the table. Mr D's voice worked its way into his head. 'We will also be having some visitors this year, but for the life of me I don't know why. The British Half-Blood Camp will be arriving next week, and you are all to be on your BEST BEHAVIOUR.' Mr D paused to smooth back his hair. Tyson echoed 'best behaviour' in his Mr D voice, making Percy snort.

Percy thought about this. He'd never thought of what Heroes in other countries did. He wasn't sure about how he felt.

'How long are they staying?' piped up Travis Stoll.

'Depends how long it takes for you brats to drive them away. But the plan is two weeks.'

General murmuring greeted this news. Dionysus sat down in his chair, uncaring.

Percy and Tyson left the mess hall, and were discussing the arrival of the British.

'Can I show them how I make things go boom?' Tyson asked excitedly.

'I bet you can. Maybe make one of THEM go boom.'

They were walking behind Silena Beauregard, and she turned around sharply at that.

'Percy, you haven't even met them. What's wrong with the British? Their accents are quite cute,' Silena and her Aphrodite crew giggled. Percy rolled his eyes and let Silena and her friends move away before restarting his conversation with Tyson. But he was troubled. What if Annabeth finds their accents cute as well? What if some handsome British Poseidon hero was to take her fancy? Tyson could sense something was wrong.

'Percy, you worried about Annabeth?' Percy looked at Tyson surprised at how he had realised so quickly.

'Yeah big guy, but don't worry, I'll think of something.' He said, more to reassure himself than Tyson. Tyson's eyes lit up. 'Maybe you can ask Daddy for help?'

'Dad, or maybe I should just ask Aphrodite' he muttered darkly.

They made their way back to Cabin 3, Percy collapsing on his bed. He thought about what to do. Meanwhile Tyson had started to clear up the debris that littered their floor. Percy got up ashamed, as it was all his rubbish, and began to pick up the wrappers next to his bed. They had never come first in inspection, however many corals Tyson decorated the cabin with. Percy promised himself to go diving for shells to adorn the porch.

Percy went to sleep. He dreamt of red uniforms and bearskin hats. He dreamt of soldiers marching. He dreamt of the British.

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