Me: Hello, guys this is probably gonna be the last chapter, unless I do an epilogue or something. And thanks for the reviews, they really kept me motivated! Let's see...how about Italy do disclaimers.

Italy: Ve~ Hetalia belongs to Hima-papa, and Mr. Perseus and those guys belong to Rick Riordan! PASTAAAAAAA!

Me: Anyone else just realize that Italy is suuper cute when he does that?.

Previously...

"HOW DARE THAT STUPID MOTHERF***ING GIANT DESTROY OUR PRECIOUS FLAGS!" The guy with the cowlick roared. "CHARRRRGE!"

Percy POV

The moment after Cowlick Guy yelled "CHARRRRGE!", the rest of them all pulled out heavy, top-notch machine guns. From the middle of nowhere. Except for this one Italian who had auburn hair and a strange, gravity defying curl. He pulled out thousands of white flags and immediately started to surrender.

"Where the hell did they get those guns...and those flags...?" Percy asked Annabeth, figuring that a daughter of Athena would know.

To his surprise, Annabeth shrugged. "Just because I'm Athena's daughter doesn't mean I know everything, Seaweed Brain," she replied.

"Holy Hera, did you develop mind-reading skills or something?"

"Of course not Seaweed Brain, you're just too predictable."

"Hey!"

"Anyways, right now we should be worrying about those 8. They're either really brave, or really stupid. I'm thinking stupid."

"Should we help?"

Annabeth smacked him.

"Hey! What was that for?"

"Are you really that dense, Percy? Even if loyalty is your fatal flaw, you should've realized that if we help, that's basically suicide." She dug out her cellphone. Percy hoped that the monsters' attention would stay on those 8 crazy people, instead of zoning in on her phone. Apparently, the monsters didn't notice the phone. Phew. Annabeth texted someone, then shoved it back in her pocket.

"I just texted Thalia. She should be coming, so that when those 8 guys are overwhelmed, at least we'll have backup if the monsters come on us," Annabeth said.

"So we wait?"

"Guess so."

"..."

"I'm gonna wait to pay my respects later."

France POV

Damn those freakishly ugly bastards! They had absolutely no sense of fashion! At all. What was more, they had brutally cut his magnifique drapeau! How cruel!

"ATTACK STRATEGY 10B!"

France, along with everyone else, looked throughly confused. They had never bothered making strategies or plans or anything. Even in World War II, America just used China all the time to beat up the Axis.

"Cough, cough...freestyle shooting!"

Oh. Now that, France understood. As did all the other nations.

China POV

China blamed America.

If that idiot hadn't just called out to the boy like a normal person and hadn't said his name, they wouldn't be stuck in this situation, with no idea whatsoever of what was going on.

But then, getting revenge on that bastard for destroying their flags was nice too.

So, in a way, China forgave America.

But that westerner still needed to pay off his debt.

Along with 700 favors.

That was going to take awhile.

But for now, China was going to enjoy shooting those ugly things' heads off.

Maybe that could count as a favor.

Only 699 left to go.

Unfortunately, the bullets had just simply passed through.

"Damn it! America, guns don't work on these bloody bastards, so stop shooting!"

"They don't work?"

"MEIN GOTT, AMERIKA, VHEN VILL YOU LEARN HOW NOT TO BE A DUMMKOPF?"

"Aiyah, you westerners really don't know when to stop fighting, do you, aru?"

Russia POV ^J^

Although he preferred his Magic Metal Pipe of Pain, a machine gun wasn't that bad. But since the guns weren't working, Russia got to use Mr. Pipe after all!

Unfortunately, the ugly-looking smelly things noticed the countries, and were charging them.

Fortunately, they were nations, therefore, they were impossible to kill. Well, unless the entire country of Russia and its people suddenly disappeared, that is. That certainly wasn't going to happen yet, right?

Right?

[Don't worry, I won't kill Russia ^J^]

Kronos POV

Ha.

What were those 8 crazy mortals thinking, charging an entire army of monsters with no backup at all?

Not to mention that a certain Titan was also here.

"MWAHAHHAH-hack..cough, cough."

"My lord, did you get something stuck in your throat?"

"None of your business, Eyepatch."

"Yes, my lord."

Kronos sighed. He really needed to work on that evil laugh of his.

And also, why was there piano music playing in the background that sounded suspiciously like the Attack on Titan theme song?

Oh well, who cares? Kronos though, tipping his head back comfortably, and flipping through his iPod album, when he saw a very strange sight. Those 8 crazy people had plowed straight through his army with no injuries at all. Kronos immediately leapt out of his rocking chair and grabbed his scythe.

"WHAAAAAT?! HOW CAN THIS POSSIBLY BE HAPPENING?"

And before he knew it, the 8 guys were glaring at him furiously, a little too close for comfort.

Uh oh...umm, I'll just kill 'em with my scythe, right? Kronos asked himself.

Haha..wrong.

Kronos swung his scythe into the Russian guy who wore an unnecessary large winter coat with a huge scarf, who was for some reason, holding a pipe? Kronos waited for the guy to die, but instead he simply raised his pipe over Kronos's head and smashed it into his skull.

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkolkol...that was certainly fun, da?"

The next thing he knew, Kronos was being pounded by the American's fists of steel, force-fed English-made scones, groped by a French pervert, bashed in the head with the Chinese guy's wok, smashed with the Russian's pipe again, clothes sliced off by a Japanese guy's katana, beat up by a German, and accidentally tripped over a surrendering Italian while trying to escape.

"HA! THAT'S WHAT YA GET WHEN YA TRY TO MESS WITH THE HERO'S FLAG, YA LITTLE SH*T!"

"YOU MESS WITH THE GREAT BRITISH EMPIRE'S FLAG AGAIN, I'LL 'SIC MY PIRATES ON YOU, BLOODY GIT!"

"OHONHONHONHONHON~THE BEAUTIFUL COUNTRY OF AMOUR WILL NOT GO EASY NEXT TIME, WE HAD NAPOLEON, YOU KNOW!"

"I am so disgusted that I don't want to become one with you, instead, I'll tortue you over and over again until you beg to die, then I will torture you some more and leave you out in the cold, da?"

"IF THERE IS A NEXT TIME ARU, I WILL PERSONALLY DESTROY YOU WITH MY WOK ARU!"

"Kronos-san, I do berieve you owe an aporogy or I won't hesitate to kirr you with my katana."

"I KNOW ALL THE TORTURE TECHNIQUES, YOU'D BETTER NOT PISS ME OFF AGAIN!"

"AHHH! DON'T HURT ME, I'LL DO ANYTHING, REALLY! DON'T KILL ME I HAVE~A RELATIVES IN BROOKLYN!"

Kronos vaguely wondered why the Italian was begging for his life when it was he, Kronos who was being beat up. Even though he wasn't dying or anything, it was still kinda painful.

Then he was hit on the head with something that felt like a frying pan.

Germany POV

Germany looked at Greece, who had mysteriously appeared from nowhere, holding a frying pan.

"Wait-GREECE? BLOODY HELL, WHERE'D YOU POP OUT FROM?"

"You takin' lessons from my bro, Canadia, or something?"

Greece proceeded to pay zero attention to them, and suddenly took on this weird aura that looked creepily like Russia's.

"Hehehehe...Kronos, this is what you get when you mess with my cat," Greece said even more creepily, scaring the crap out of everyone.

Greece lunged forward and smacked Kronos repeatedly with that frying pan while his cats mysteriously popped out and started attacking Kronos as well.

After Greece was done, he smiled, satisfied, and promptly fell asleep.

Kronos was reduced to a small ball, curled up and shivering, saying, "I hate cats now..." and he promptly collapsed.

How does he do zhat...? Germany wondered.

"Where did Greece-kun get that frying pan?" Japan asked.

Suddenly, Italy stood up and happily pointed to their right.

"He got it from Miss Hungary!"

"VHAT? SHE VAS HERE ALL THIS TIME?"

"Ve~ yeah! And so was~a Mister Austria!"

*background piano music Attack on Titan ends*

"You know, ve've been here the entire time," Austria commented, getting up from the piano.

"VHAT?! HOW DID VE NOT NOTICE YOU?"

"WHOA! Has everyone been taking lessons from my bro What's-His-Name behind my back?"

"Ohonhonhon~ well, good thing you didn't fight, Austria, Prussia told me what a wimp you are~! No sense of fashion either~!"

"How dare you! I vill now express my anger on the piano!" Austria sputtered, sitting back down, launching into a Bach prelude.

"Vait a second, I thought your anger was Chopin..." Germany recalled.

"Vell, he vas, but I recently found out he from Poland's place," Austria informed.

"But Bach was from my place (1)," Germany said.

Austria looked shocked.

Annabeth POV

Because of all the distance put between Kronos, and Percy and Annabeth, the only things they could comprehend were-

1) Those 8 guys were not dying or gettin hurt at all

2) They somehow had the ability to knock out Kronos

3) That guy with the cats wasn't to be messed with

But still, Annabeth wanted to know more. It was only natural for a daughter of Athena to want more knowledge, right? Besides, Kronos had been knocked out and Thalia would be coming soon.

"Hey! I want to know more about you guys!" Annabeth shouted bluntly, running over to the mysterious guys.

"AHH NO WE CAN'T HANDLE QUESTIONING!" They all yelled.

"RETREAT!" With that, the people-but-not-people-who-defeated-Kronos ran away.

"HEY WAIT COME BACK! WE JUST WANT TOO TALK TO YOU!" Annabeth yelled, dragging Percy along with her.

"Somehow, this scene feels familiar..." Percy murmmered.

Ahh, the irony.

~Invisible Time Skip Brought to You by Cana-something~

After finally losing Annabeth and Percy, the nations all immediately headed back to their houses, taking a few things they learned.

1) Never, under any condition, visit Manhattan

2) If rule 1 was somehow ignored, if people in Manhattan start snoozing, run away

3) If rules 1 and 2 were somehow ignored, if your flags were cut down, do not bother attacking, just simply nuke 'em

4) Never, under any circumstances, piss off Greece or his cats

Of course, knowing the nations, they would probably only remember rule 4.

By the way, Kronos never did get over his fear of cats.

Ever.

And that's why you should never mess with a cat.

Especially a Grecian cat.

(1) This is true, Chopin was Polish and Bach was German. At least according to Wikipedia.

That part where Greece shows up was recommended by Lukas Le Stelle, and thanks for the idea!

magnifique drapeau- 'magnificent flag' in French

amour- 'love' in French

Me: How's that for my first fanfic and crossover? Review, please! By the way I'm most likely not doing a sequel for this.

Italy: PASTAAAAA~!