I do not own Hetalia or Percy Jackson. I only own Phoenix...


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Narration

Thoughts/Flashbacks

(Author's inserts)

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Phoenix stepped out of the car, her brownish blonde hair flat against her neck, her navy eyes scanning her surroundings. She tensed up as she saw a figure walking towards her.

Then she relaxed when she realized, it was the brown-haired Greek, Heracles Karpusi who had gotten her a job here.

Here meaning Gakuen Hetalia academy. (if I have the name wrong correct me.)

The academy was needing a P.E. teacher, and Hercules recommend her to teach. Her brother, Nico di Angelo would do better as a teacher.

Phoenix was going to turn down Hercules' offer, but so many people congratulated her, that she would feel ultra guilty if she did. She accepted, then ran off into the woods afterwards, to sort out her thoughts.

Snapping out of her thoughts, she turned and saw the said Greek man, tapping her on the shoulder.

"Is everything good?" He asked. "You were spacing out."

Phoenix smiled "Everything is great, I was just thinking about how I won't see my mom, Jackie, and Nico as much as I like. Nothing to lose sleep over."

Hercules smiled "I see your mother in you when you smile like that."

Phoenix stoped smiling, for a few seconds "Was she nice?"

"Who?"

"My mom! Did you think I was talking about Miss Piggy?" She asked a joking tone in her voice.

"Ow, that's not nice. And she's she really nice, she always saw the glass as half-full. Your dad saw the glass as cracked and leaking."

At this Phoenix cracked a smile. "Are we going to stand here talking all day or are we going to get ready turn this school into our Olympus?" She added that as a joke.

"I liked the sound of the last choice." The greek said.

Together they walked though the doors.