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A/N: So, Percabeth! Romeo and Juliet style. Although... kinda not. Less tragedyness, hopefully. I'm starting of with this one chapter. If you guys tell me, it could be come a proper story. If not, it'll stay a oneshot! Anyways, let me explain some more. Basically, I watched a Romeo and Juliet play one Wednesday. And, I was thinking about how Athena and Poseidon hate eachother but Percy and Annabeth still fell in love. So yeah! Here ya go! Also, everything's oldfashioned but the dialogue... hope you dont mind.

Chapter 1

Percy

Percy hated this. He had been forced into the Athenian royal blue and gold colours. And was very much missing the reassuring turquoise-green and coral colours of the homely Poseidenian A/N:(not sure if this is a word, probably not..) colours. Of course, if he had worn Poseidenian colours to this particular do, he would of been killed before he could put up his hands in surrender. Not that he would ever do that... of course.

This was an Athenian ball, and being Prince Percy of Poseidon's kingdom pretty much meant he wasn't welcome here, or anywhere in Queen Athena's realm. But what's life without a good dare, eh? He was here with two of his friends, all disguised in the same royal blue and gold as he. Luckily, it was a masquerade ball, and his face was hidden. Otherwise him and his friends would have been dead before his hand could have reached riptide. Even here he was well known... of course.

"Relax mate, mingle, this is meant to be for a laugh." Connor Stoll of the Hermes' kingdom whispered in his ear. Poseidon's kingdom is friendly with almost all other kingdoms. But not Athena's, Zeus' or Hades'. Noone ever went into Hades' kingdom and came out again though... well,not alive atleast.

That's when he saw her. Outside of pictures she was even more beautiful than Percy could ever had imagined. Her blonde hair bounce and curled and shone, her grey eyes twinkled with mysterious knowledge. Despite the mask, he recognised Princess Annabeth immediately. Percy heard Travis suck in a breath beside me.

"A bit out of your league isn't she mate." Travis told him.

"Yeah. I mean, she's a princess. And you're a... what are you again?" Percy punched Connor on the arm. He only chuckled.

"Plus, isn't she engaged to our dear, foul, blonde, idiot brother, Prince Luke, Con?" Asked Travis, but it was hardly a question.

"I do believe she is dear Trav. Oh look... food!" And the twins bounded off in the direction of the buffet. Percy didn't even know why Travis and Connor were wearing disguises. As Hermesians they were welcome anyway. They probably didn't want to miss out on the fun.

He slid between the groups of people, who were chatting about things Percy didn't understand and sipping bubbly liquid from waaaayy too posh champagne glasses. Fortunately, his path was not obstructed by any questions or greetings, it seemed the Athenians were not an inclusive lot. So he was standing in front of Princess Annabeth in no time.

Up close, she looked very different. She was just as beautiful, obviously, but she looked less happy, less interested in her surroundings, less comfortable. She looked like a Princess, but she kind of looked like she didn't want to look like a Princess.

As Percy watched, something caught her eyes and he turned to see an old, small, Athenian man heading her way, hand already outsretched. He wanted a dance. When Percy turned back, Annabeth's eyes clearly showed how much she had been dreading what was about to happen. So he stepped in, like the hero he was, and saved the day.

"Care to dance?" He offered Annabeth his arm, and almost forgot to breathe when her face broke out into a gratifying grin.

"Of course." She replied, taking my outstretched arm and letting him lead her to the dancefloor.

She was an excellent dancer, and for half the song they moved together in silence, her perfected gracefulness covering his awkwardness on the dance floor.

"Thanks." She finally said.

"For what?" Percy asked innocently. And she snorted... she snorted. I was so stunned! A Princess actually snorted.

"I saw what you did there." Annabeth explained with a knowing smile on her face. "I'm and Athenian and I never miss a trick..." 'Nope you certainly didn't miss a trick... apart from the fact I am actually your nemesis in disguise' he thought with an internal smirk. Wait... so why did her tone sound like she was implying something? And... why was the smile on her face so... so much a mix between smug, worried.. and knowingness.

"Not... a single trick?" He asked, gulping. Percy looked so guilty, he knew he did.

"Nope." Her smile changed to one of reassurance. "But don't worry, your secrets safe with me." So she did know. Uh oh...

"But I don't understand... don't you guys hate us?" He asked her, she only smiled.

"Follow me." She said after a minute of thoughtful silence. And Percy did.

He followed her out of the hall, through an oak door to the left, away from the intelligible chatter of the Athenians, away from his friends.

Now, Percy could be quite niave.. but he wasn't stupid. He was well aware that this could be a trap. Maybe she had worked out that he probably had other Poseidenian friends with him, maybe she was taking him away from them so some random guards could arrest him.

But then again, she was an Athenian... and not just any Athenian. The daughter of the Athena. If he had her brains he would devise a trap that noone would ever suspect. And he was certainly sispecting this one.

Although... that could all be part of the plan. Make is suspicious so he isn't suspicious. If that makes sense?

Percy wondered for a moment if he was being too paranoid, then he remembered what they would do if he was caught, and decided he was actually just being reasonable, given the circumstances.

Suddenly, Percy found himself in a hall of portraits. Annabeth had seemingly forgotten all about him, her glittering grey eyes were staring at each portrait in turn as she slowly walked down the corridor. He realised then that, despite their differences, they were both curious people.

"These portraits," she began, not even glancing his way, "Are portraits of Poseidenians and Athenians together before the war that divided us." She sighed. "They were colleagues,"- she pointed to one picture - "friends," - she pointed at another - "And even lovers." She came to a stop at a picture halfway down the corridor and gazed at it... almost longingly.

Percy moved to stand beside her and look at the picture.

It was an oil painting of two people, they weren't wearing their kingdom colours, but it was clear that the girl was an Athenian. She had the Athenian grey eyes and blonde hair, a book lay open on her lap as she sat on the bench, but she was paying it no attention. Instead she was looking into the eyes of a Poseidenian man. He had stormy, green-blue eyes... so he definitely was one of Poseidon's men.

"I wish, one day, we could live like that again." Annabeth exhaled, then looked startled. "No not us. I don't mean us as two people... I mean just... never mind." She sighed again.

Then Percy heard footsteps, he and Annabeth whirled around and his hand went to the pocket where riptide sat.

Annabeth turned back to the picture and pushed it open. Wait a minute, pushed it open? It was door. Then she grabbed his collar and pushed him through the door before slamming it behind him.

"Annabeth?" The voice came from the end of the hallway, but whoever it belonged to was getting closer.

"Hey Luke." Annabeth replied. So this was her fiance.

"Why are you not at the party?" His voice sounded suspicious, not like someone in love at all. That was weird... why would you get engaged if you weren't in love?

"It was too crowded, I needed some space and I knew nobody would be down here." Annabeth responded with the true confidence of someone who didn't want to be found out and knew she wouldn't be.

p"Well I'll expect you back in about five minutes." Percy heard Luke move forward and then the disgusting sound of kissing, before retreating footsteps and the sound of a door closing.

The portrait/door opened and Annabeth stepped in. She pulled a disgusted face and sat down on a dusty oak desk. Then suddenly everything clicked into place in his brain..

"Arranged marriage?" Percy asked, she nodded sadly, and no longer did she seem like the headstrong princess he had met only minutes before. Now, as she curled her arms around her stomach, she looked vulnerable.

"The worst thing is... he could stop it if he wants, it was his decision for the marriage. Obviously, my mum jumped at the suggestion." She said. Now, in Poseidon's Kingdom, they didn't really have arranged marriages. They believed in true love. Percy had heard of them, obviously, but didn't know much about them.

"That's not right." He told her, frowning. She nodded in defeated agreement.

Then he couldn't help it, he sat next to her on the desk and slid his arm around her shoulders to comfort her. He wasn't even that aware of what he was doing, and neither was she seemingly, because she didn't pull away or tense up or anything. Infact... she actually leaned on his shoulder. He didn't mind of course, he was just surprised.

"Thanks." She told him. Then, without warning, a tear escaped from behind her closed eye, and rolled down her cheek. Percy didn't mention it, he had a feeling she wouldn't appreciate it. But he did see it, and he realised that what he had originally thought was all wrong, princesses didn't all have it easy.

Annabeth turned and opened her mouth to say something, but she didn't. Because in that moment Percy's confidence flared. In that moment his feelings were to overwhelming. In that moment he was brave.

Their lips met before either of them knew what was happening.

Percy stood up and turned so she could remain on the table. He moved his arms to wrap around her. Protect her. And even though she was engaged, even though she should of pulled away, she didn't. And it didn't occure to him that she might... he was lost.

Her hands went through his hair, he felt her finger snag on the mask and she tugged on it to pulled it off, it fell off Percy's face and landed softly on the ground. They kept kissing.

Suddenly she made a muffled shrieky noise and panickily pushed him away, He thought maybe someone had found them, but she was looking straight at him. And she looked scared.

"Y-your... Percy. You're a Poseidon." She stuttered, he was so confused.

"Yeah... I thought you knew." He said, bewildered and confused. She paled and jumped up, backing away.

"I knew you were a Poseidon. I didn't know you were the Prince Percy." (A/N: Omg Prince Percy sounds so adorable!) Annabeth wiped her face as if to rid her of Percy germs.

Look Annabeth..." Percy reached forward, but she jumped out of his reach, her face a mix of disgust and bewilderment.

"I should sound the alarm. I should turn you over. You should get arrested." She began, he started forward, no way would she do that?

She was suddenly scaring him. She could so easily do that, and he wouldn't be able to stop her. If it was anyone else he would just fight them, and win. But he could never hurt this girl. This beautiful beautiful girl.

"Run." She told him. "Leave now and I won't say anything." He started forwards again in gratitude, but she held up her hand. "No... just, just go Percy."

So he headed for the door, but he couldn't help it. Just before he went back into the corridor he turned back, darted around and kissed her cheek. Then he turned and walked off. Leaving his mask behind, on purpose.

He walked through the corridors back towards the ballroom. But as soon as he got through the doors he broke into a run. Wild, almost animalistic noises escpaed him as he ran through the startled crowd. Then two other voices joined in and soon Connor and Travis were running by his side.

"Seize them!" Someone cried, and it snapped everyone into action. But Percy and the Stolls were still quicker. They reached the buffet table and jumped ontop oof it, took a bow, then Connor threw his rock boomerang and the stained-glass windows shattered.

The last thing he saw before he jumped out and into freedom was Annabeth entering the room. Her eyes wide with surprise.

Then they were running down the hill, whooping and yelling and shouting and jumping with no fear of getting caught. They never got caught. Ever.

It was a small run down the hill, and then it was through a short forest and then finally over the stream that marked the border. Suddenly they were in Hermes kingdom and safe.

Percy stayed with them that night and they all fell asleep full of adrenaline and pride at their latest accomplishment.