A/N: I am going to make this one of my longer chaptered stories. Promise, Kay? THIS IS GONNA BE ALL BY MYSELF BUT IF YE WANNA HELP YE CAN, KAY? This is going to be a science fiction/ old time (knights)/ Greek Gods etc. sort of thing. If ye like please write a response. I will TRY to make this chapter 4 pages or 5 long and about 2,000 – 2,500 words (hopefully), Kay?

Zeus: Ivan

Hera: Natalia

Poseidon: Arthur

Hestia: Matthew

Hermes: Gilbert

Hephaestus: Yao

Hades: Ludwig

Dionysus: Feliciano

Demeter: Kiku

Athena: Heracles

Artemis: Lovino

Apollo: Antonio

Ares: Elizaveta

Aphrodite: Francis

Normal high school kid with terrible luck: Alfred

Xoxoxoxo

As all the meetings of the god's were, it was hectic. There was food being thrown across table tops, and fights were broken out throughout the whole meeting room as well as petty arguments of cheating and other such similar affairs. Each of the god's was extraordinary in height and girth, almost all at 10 feet at the very least. The most magnificent of them all was the man at the very front of the table. To the right side were all the men, to his right the women (A/N: based off the actual Greek god's like Lovino is a woman [with a dick he he], Elizaveta is a male [without one]. Makes sense? No? Good.). The man, who was obviously the master of the household, was beautiful to put it simply. Every one of his pores simply oozed power, he was shimmering with it. His shaggy white hair was cut down in a long bang that swept over to the left; under his strong brow were nestled two mesmerizing violet eyes. Even though he had a large Russian nose it proportioned out his face. Under his nose, the man's perfect lips were curved into a smirk as he watched his relatives bicker. He slowly raised his arms and the fighting stopped, all the god's stared at him, in eager preparation of what he was about to say. You could hear the drop of a pin.

The snowy haired man took his time to form his words, and they dripped from his lips as if they were nectar as he spoke them. "Hello my family." His smirk was now a sly smile when he addressed them, he spoke carefully as if he was afraid to upset them. "I hope you all are well…" And with that, the meeting started in a much more civilized manner.

-A dimension and a few thousand years away-

'That damn alarm clock' was the only thing Alfred, 18 year old senior, could think as he awoke from the sound of the yelling clock. He hoped that this was the day that he would finally chuck it out the window. But of course, he wasn't that stupid no matter what everyone else thought of him. Next to the clock was a picture.

"Good morning Mattie," He pressed to of the fingers to his lips then pressed them to the picture of his brother. Matthew had been gone for nearly two years now, checking the date he sighed, to this day. It had just been an accident, he knew that but his brother had been the more responsible one yet the one to get into the damned car. Alfred wanted to take the bus, so he didn't drive with his friend's. That choice spared him his life, but took away so much more. Alfred groaned as he stood up and he stretched his muscles. Grabbing his glasses off the side table he jammed them on his face.

Every single one of his pals that was in that car had been killed. They had been run over, by a 16 wheeler. The money he got from the case had paid for the rundown apartment he now lived in but the emptiness was still there.

When he opened the curtains, he squinted against the sudden blinding light that shone from the outside world. But the light and warmth were only artificial for after staring outside for a few minutes his eyes adjusted properly and he saw a couple snowflakes drift down. It was snowing on that day as well. Stepping away from the window, he walked towards his horribly cluttered closet, almost tripping over a few of the objects that were in his way before he got to his destination. Sorting through the too small, the holey, and the ugly took up most of his morning, it was almost time to go by the time he was showered, and clothed. So he quickly ran out of the house, only stopping to lock the difficult door and shove the keys under the planter.

As he ran, he had a sudden feeling of dread when he realized he had forgotten breakfast. This was not going to be a good day. Snowflakes hit his face and stuck in his hair, so he pulled the thin material of his jacket closer to his face to warm his nose up. Not looking at where he was stepping, he slipped on an ice covered part of the part, falling promptly on his ass. "SHIT!" he cussed, not realizing he had yelled out loud and that there was a woman and her children on the other side of the road. She turned pale and hurried her children along, giving a death glare that he could see from this far away. Alfred shrugged his shoulders and smiled at her sheepishly, after she turned around, though, he flipped her the bird.

It was a normal day for him, when he got to school he was yelled at by several teacher's for being tardy and he kicked ass at indoor soccer in gym, things were beginning to look better as the day continued. Alfred was totally the hero when he sat with the new kid, who was being made fun of, at lunch. Even though, he would never admit this, Alfred was secretly lonely himself. Sure, he had loads of friends, hell, he was even considered popular, but he didn't have any BEST friends… Not anymore. He kept his normal Alfred-like grin on his face the whole lunch even though the kid was seriously annoying.

When the day was over, Alfred couldn't have been more relieved. The kid, whom he now knew as Aaron, had somehow convinced himself that Alfred was his best friend and they needed to stick together through all of their classes. Aaron was starting to really give him a massive headache. The only thing he thought of as the last bell rang was 'Advil advil advil advil! Sleep sleep sleep sleep!' But, all hope of going home quickly was diminished by Aaron catching up to him and asking Al if he could come to his house and play video games with him. The only reason why Alfred tagged along was because a few of the video games sounded promising.

Following Aaron home, he quickly found himself in the nicer part of the county. Aaron's house was the nicest and largest of all the houses in the court. Alfred was amazed, but he tried hard not to show it. The annoying boy's mom was very sweet and asked the two boys if they would like cookies, which Aaron denied. She just smiled and watched them walk up the stairs.

Aaron's room was like, a giant arcade with every single game/game system imaginable. From ones back from the 1970's to ones ALFRED hadn't even seen before. And, THAT was a miracle.

After the two boys played their little hearts out on all of the game systems, they sat back and relaxed, watching TV, sipping on the lemonade and munching on the cookies that Ms. Helen had brought up anyways. Suddenly, one of Alfred's favorite shows came on. "Oh I LOVE this show!" He exclaimed happily, sounding like a little kid all over again, "Ever since we were little kids me and Mattie…" He trailed off, it brought up painful memories. Aaron raised a quizzical eyebrow but did not ask, for which Alfred was grateful. The room slowly slipped into an awkward silence with just the low buzz of the television in the background.

Glancing at the time, Al pretended he suddenly had a curfew even though he hadn't had one a few seconds ago "Well got to get going…" He stood up and stretched. "Thanks for inviting me over… I had fun. He sighed, happily.

"Nice to have you come over too!" Exclaimed Aaron excitedly. "Come over any time you want to! You are always welcome!"

"I'll keep that in mind…"Lied Alfred, easily. He began to make to make his way down the stairs but he was stopped by the annoying boy's mother.

"Please be a good friend to my son… this may or may not surprise you but he doesn't have many. And, even with those few he rarely invites them over. That means he likes you." She begged quietly before letting him pass.

Alfred looked at her guiltily, "I will." He lied, walking away. "See you Ms. Helen…" he called out, before quickly opening and closing the front door behind him.

Running home as quick as his legs could take him, he sprinted home. Slipping on ice for the second time that day, he fell and fell and fell and kept falling and kept falling.

When he opened his eyes, he wasn't in Kansas anymore.

A/N: ALMOST MADE IT! WORD COUNT: 1,600 And, about the last part… he he… couldn't help myself. Hope you like and please review if you want me to continue this!