The really weird cabin at the edge of the woods made out of solid obsidian was pretty creepy. Especially with the strange green fires bursting out of the torches. Sealand didn't even want to know what kind of chemicals the occupants of the cabin had poured into the torches in order to get that coloring.

But, Cabin #13 was the closest one to the woods, and the roof provided the perfect place to hole up and snipe away at the opposing team.

Sealand stuck his gun into his belt and began climbing up the side of the cabin, hoisting his feet up one at a time. There was no rope, no harness to catch him if he fell, and Sealand felt his stomach twist into a knot as he leaned back away from the wall in order to get a grip of the side of the over hanging roof.

With a swing of his leg, he rolled onto the edge of the obsidian roof and began crawling up the side as if he were a dog.

He peeked his head over the peak of the roof before hooking his elbows over on the other side and produced his gun from his pocket. He shut one eye and glanced through the scope before he began his search for the enemy.

It didn't take long before he spotted a member of the red team. It was a boy, maybe fifteen years of age, and a mop of brown hair that sagged down almost completely over his eyes.

Sealand took aim, and fired. The bullet flew silently though the air like a owl swooping down on its prey.

The loud 'THE FUDGE IS THIS?' That followed was music to Sealand's ears. The Twelve year old boy in a sailor suit giggled as he watched the poor teenager dance around while clutching his foot.

Sealand hadn't shot him directly of course, no, he wasn't that heartless despite being an embodiment of a nation.

He had shot around his little victim's feet.

And wasn't it a sight to behold? A total of eight demigods were scared shitless when the ground around them suddenly exploded for seemingly no reason at all.

It was when Sealand was aiming for his ninth victim, a dull thud echoed behind him.

Sealand wasted no time rolling on to his back, and he steadied the gun until it was pointing at the rather large and unusual shadow that wasn't there before.

The micro nation paused and held his breath. Nothing moved. And then,

"What are you doing on my roof?"

Sealand blinked and relaxed his grip on his gun. Not even a meter away, a young boy sat on an over reaching tree branch with his legs dangling down. He was by no means a tall teenager given the fact that he was only a few inches taller than Sealand himself.

His ivory skin under his dark locks of hair seemed to shrivel in the sun light. As if the giant star in the sky that earth happened to orbit was slowly draining away at this one human's life force.

There was also the fact that he was wearing one of the fanciest tuxedos that Sealand had ever seen before. And that was saying something considering the numerous times he had broken into the Buckingham palace during a fancy party just to annoy Jerk-England.

And pelt the guests with rubber chickens.

"What are you doing on my roof?" He asked again, his voice a little more colder, more ominous than before.

"Uhhhh," Sealand began "Aren't you supposed to be playing Capture the Flag or something with the rest of your Cabin?"

"Hades's cabin has opted out of this week's Capture the Flag," The mysterious boy said without missing a beat.

Gears began turning in Sealand's head before a light bulb suddenly went off in his brain, "You're Nico Di Angelo!" He exclaimed loudly. Sealand gently lowered his celestial bronze gun, and cracked out a relaxed smile. He had heard of the son of the overlord of the Underworld.

How could he not when practically the entire female population plus some male and queer fellows from the Aphrodite cabin keep on gossiping about how dark and mysterious the Italian was.

"You are correct," Nico nodded, "And I assume you are Peter Kirkland? Or would you rather I call you Sealand? The micro nation that's caused everyone in Olympus to freak out and run around like they've been beheaded by a chicken."

Click. Gun was up again.

Sealand absolute shock marred his face as he hopped into a crouching position. Giving himself more room to escape should he need to.

"I knew it." He whispered to himself as he eyed Nico suspiciously, "I knew this was all a conspiracy," He said, only louder this time so that Nico could hear him.

Nico simply raised his hands up in the air in the universal sign of surrender, "I'm unarmed." He stressed, "I'm not going to hurt you. As if I could possibly injure a personification."

"That sounds exactly like what someone who wanted to take over the world would say." Sealand reaffirmed, not moving his gun even a millimeter.

Nico fell silent. Sealand fell silent.

No one moved.

For some reason, one of Uncle America's wild western music started playing through Sealand's head on repeat. And if he focused hard enough, he could see an imaginary tumble weed roll and bounce in between them.

"Alright, I think I came into this too strong." Nico said slowly, not once did his eyes waiver from the barrel of Sealand's gun, "My name is Nico Di Angelo, and my step mother was great friends with Ancient Greece."

Sealand furrowed his eyebrows, "What?"

"Persephone. She used to hang out with Ancient Greece whenever she was on the surface of the Earth." The Italian clarified.

Sealand was silent for a moment, "So?"

Nico sighed, "So when my ever so loving step mother heard that a nation managed to sneak into camp she threatened to turn me into a daisy if I didn't put on a suit and go meet you. Look. I don't have any weapons on me and I'm kind of tired from Shadow traveling here from California."

There was no response.

"Can I come down?" Nico asked with some uncertainty lacing his voice.

After a long and tense pause, Sealand nodded mutely.

Without saying a word Nico slid off of the tree branch and stepped down onto the roof of the cabin. He sunk down on his hands and knees and crawled over to sit beside Sealand who had shifted into an upright position.

"How do you know Ancient Greece?" Sealand asked after yet another long awkward pause.

"I don't. Persephone does." Nico answered

"Right, you guys are all about the Greek gods here." Sealand muttered to himself, "Alright, who is this mysterious Persephone supposed to be? Is it a code name for some kind of robot alien? A super secret spy from Greece? A sentient piƱata? One of those immortal humans that seem to pop up from time to time?"

Nico winced a little, "You may not want to say that out loud. The Gods will smite you if you back talk. They're always watching."

"LIKE SANTA CLAUSE?" Sealand asked, completely taken aback "Are you telling me that there are a bunch of revenge driven Santa clauses running around and I didn't- Oh wait, I did know that."

Sealand giggled "Of course I knew that. Pffft, this is mama we're talking about!"

The Italian gave Sealand a vaguely disturbed look, "Do I even want to know what you're talking about?"

"Hehe, no. No you don't" Sealand replied. And then just like that, his soft and relaxed expression was replaced by a cold glare. "Alright now spill. Need I remind you who has the gun here?"

Nico was careful to keep his expression completely blank, "Huh, she really wasn't lying about that."

"Lying about what?"

"Mythology's effect on a Nation."

Sealand blinked uncomprehending.

"When a new religion starts up in a country, the personification will believe in it depending on how popular said religion. But that doesn't mean other countries will believe in the new religion if there isn't a sizable population that believes in their country." Nico explained.

"For example, Christianity was a big religion in Europe after the fall of the Roman Empire, and so many European nations believed in it because their people believed in it. But in the rest of the world such as Asia or Africa or the Americas, Christianity just wasn't a thing there. The nation's did not believe in Christianity because none of their people believed in it. They all had their own religions."

"I know that," Sealand said, a little irritated that he was being lectured on Nation stuff by an outsider, "What does this have anything to do with Greek myths?"

"Weeeeell, since no one in the actual country of Sealand doesn't believe in the Greek Gods and write them off as simple mythology, I assume that you physically cannot bring yourself to believe in them even if the evidence is right in front of you." Nico stated firmly.

Sealand slowly brought his gun down and a ridiculous large grin grew on his face, "You recognized me as a real country! Me! Hah! Shows what those old prunes know! I'm the greatest country in the world!" He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Great, great," Nico let out a nervous laugh, not really sure what exactly prompted Sealand's boasting, "So are we good?"

"No." Sealand said cheerfully, as he tucked his weapon away "I'm still suspicious about you Demi gods and your Greek gods or whatever terrorist overlords are running the show, but on a personal level? Yeah, we're good."

For the first time since Nico had laid eyes on the micro nation, he smiled. "Good," he said with a hint of satisfaction, "Well, It's been fun, Sealand. I wouldn't want to keep you from your game of capture the flag. See you later, ok?"

Sealand nodded furiously and lifted his hand and waved, "See ya later Nico!" He froze suddenly, "Wait, are you going to jump off the roof?"

The son of Hades smirked, "Don't worry, I know how to land properly." And with that, he leaped off of the edge.

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"HOLY HADES"

Sealand scrambled to the edge of the roof and peered down where Nico had jumped. It didn't take long before he burst into unrelenting laughter.

At the bottom of the drop sat a little potted daisy that was swinging by the stem with rage. And more importantly, there was no Nico Di Angelo to be seen.

"FUCK YOU PERSEPHONE"

Author's Note:

Dun Dun duuuuuun! Nico knows the secret of the nations! I actually had this sene planned for a while now and it felt so good to finally get it down in writing. But I kept rewriting the explanation for why the Nordics didn't believe in the Greek gods because it was kind of hard to translate it from my head to paper.

I hoped you got that last joke. Persephone threatened to turn Nico into a plant earlier, and then she did it at the end anyway. I feel like it was funnier in my head.

Anyway, thank you once again for your lovely reviews! I treasured all of them and they certainly help motivate me to finish the chapters for this fic. Especially now that I'm splitting my time with a couple of different fanfictions. Right now I have two Miraculous Ladybug fanfics (because LadyNoir has taken over my life) in the works, and one angsty Hetalia fic and that one-shot for my 100th reviewer (I'm working on that, I promise)

In other news, (haha pun) I got to see an early screening of The Secret Life of Pets. The animation was so amazing! Like, I can't even right now. Sure the plot was a bit predictable, but if you like my brand of humor, you will definitely enjoy this movie SO GO SEE IT WHEN IT COMES OUT IN THEATERS

So! Until the next update my sweet little readers!

Snowy-Maplette