Sleeping city

by Cheerstomaplesyrup

When Alfred was in Central Park with the other nations, he felt a bit...off. There was something wrong, he knew it. He has been carrying that sense of dread, something was not right. And that was when it hit him. Manhattan was quiet, as if the city itself was asleep. Little did the nations know, something was happening inside the city.

1. When the silence arouse

DISCLAIMER: I don't own PJO or Hetalia (and never will), they both belong to their owners and I own the plot (well, most of it.)

Hey guys! Cheerstomaplesyrup here, and I have been thinking

about my first fanfic, and decided that it would be a PJO x Hetalia

crossover. I've read so many amazing stories about this crossover

and thought that I should make one. The setting would be in Manhattan,

while the second Titan war was going on, there will be ships as I write along

the way, and of course...PERCABETH! Anyway I hope you guys like the

story, since it is my first story, I think some stuff are really bad.

(BTW, I'm not gonna do the accents most of the time, cause I really get frustrated with the spelling. Pls bear with me! :3)

Hasta la pasta, demigods!

Alfred's POV

"Okay, okay. Now, you do it Gil." I said while holding the videocam. "Well, watch this Mathias! I could do the headstand better than you." Alfred snickered while the ex-nation (A/N: Oh my gods I'm a terrible person! o_o)attempted a headstand.

Gilbert groaned, "HA! I, zhe awesome Prussia, lasted longer than the two of you!" he shouted, and at the same time, his arms gave out. "Please tell me you got that on film." Denmark wheezed, he clutched his stomach and fell on the ground laughing. "I sure did!" I joined him laughing, Prussia stood up and groaned. "Please don't post that on the internet," he groaned.

I handed Mathias the videocam, "C'mon, the others are probably heading this way," and just in cue, a waving Italian was running towards us. "Ve~there you guys are!" he cried, Germany was walking behind him, a woven basket in his arms.

The nations were here in my awesome country for a conference...again. I guess they pick my country most of the time because I convince them to, call me an attention whore, but for the past decade, I've been feeling a bit...off. That's why I convince the other nations to hold most of the meetings at my place, specifically in Manhattan.

"Oh, good! I just need to call the other Nordics then, and we could have a proper picnic!" Denmark exclaimed, and pulled out his cell. He seemed to be confused at first, the older countries do get confused with the sudden transition from swords to guns, from horses to tanks and from letters to messages in a cellphone. When he managed to call his friends-er, I mean family, we decided to look for a place to settle down.

Then all hell broke lose.