Disclaimer: I do not the Hunger Games or Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

I'm not going to write about Thalia's and Nico's experience with their stylists. Just 'cause I'm lazy. I'll write this in Nico's POV instead.

NICO's POV

At the Tribute Parade..

(Sorry if I get any of this wrong, I don't have the books with me. )

As thousands of Capitol citizens gather excitedly and impatiently outside, Thalia and I exchange a nervous glance. Percy and Annabeth hadn't shown up yet, and we're riding out in our chariots in under ten minutes. Where are they?

"I'm going to go find them," I whisper to Thalia in a rushed tone.
Thalia looks at me as if I'd gone insane, or worse. "You can't do that," she rolls her eyes as if I were an idiot, "no one's going to let you leave, and knowing you, you'll be late, too."

I scowl, "And how would you-" I stop abruptly, my mouth still in the formation of a word, as Percy pats me on the back, with Annabeth behind him.

"Hey," Percy smirks, his breath heavy as if he ran not too long ago. He was dressed in a blue toga, the ends designed with white waves. In his hand was a trident, white, with the words 'district four' engraved on it. His hair had sky blue highlights comfortably placed in it; not too many, or too few, and they made his eyes stick out. He worn sky blue, Greek-styled sandals. In my opinion, his stylists did a really good job.

Annabeth was wearing a white toga, with blue waves sewn onto the ends. A seashell patterned belt hung loosely at her waist, and on one of the shells, much to the similarity of Percy's trident, were the words 'district four.' Her curly hair remained untouched, except for navy blue highlights added to it, and her grey eyes looked as dangerous and intelligent as ever. She worn navy blue, Greek-styled sandals.

"Where were you two?!" Thalia demands, smacking Annabeth's arm lightly, to show that she wanted an answer.

"Percy over here stained his outfit with pizza grease, so we had to clean it before we could come down here," Annabeth answers, glaring at Percy before looking back at Thalia and complimenting on her outfit.

Thalia was wearing a silky, long sleeved, backless green dress that fit her perfectly. Brown lines ran through the sleeves of her dress, and through the ends, making it look like branches flowing through leaves. Her black hair was untouched, and it the ends rested comfortably on her shoulders. To me, she looked beautiful.

I was wearing a formal, dark green shirt, with brown dress pants. My shoes were midnight black dress shoes. In the pocket on my shirt, my stylist, Ceelie, placed small strands of wheat. I hated my outfit, fully and completely.

While Percy and Annabeth were gone, Thalia and I had gotten a taste on what the tributes were like. To sum it up, we pretty much received glares, analyzing looks, and terrified glances. Katniss and Peeta didn't spare us any attention at all. (I don't think I mentioned this: I chose to have Thalia and Nico in D11 because 1) I just realized that by making Nico/Thalia D11, I took out Rue and Thresh. Whoops. and 2) You'll have to find out reason #2 later in the story. xD)

"Ooh, here the tributes come!" Ceasar Flickerman, a popular talk show host, exclaims as District 1's chariot rides out and into the eyes of the Capital.

And then District 2's chariot sets sail, and Cato and Glove put on their fake smiles and wave to the crowd.

And then District 3's chariot glides out, and Foxface and her district partner stand still and look out to the crowd.

And then District 4.

Percy and Annabeth glance back at us as they ride out, and Thalia and I smile encouragingly in return.

Just as I turn away, I hear Ceasar Flickerman comment on Percy and Annabeth's Greek-styled outfits.

"Greek? Am I seeing right, Claudius? Ladies and gentleman, the District four tributes, Perceus Jackson and Annabeth Chase, are in togas! They look fabulous, if I may say so. Oh? Lovers? Did they just share a kiss? What shall we call this?" Ceasar Flickerman only a minute or two more focusing on Annabeth and Percy, before moving on. By then, only four chariots are left. District nine, District ten, District eleven, and District twelve. One glance at Thalia, and I know that we should say something to Katniss and Peeta.

"Hi," I say awkwardly to Katniss. We didn't have to get out of our chariots- D12's chariot was right behind ours, so we only had to turn around.

"Hey," Peeta says kindly, and Katniss glares at him.

Thalia scowls, only for a second, a recomposes herself, "I'm Thalia, and this idiot over here," she gestures to me, "is Nico. You're probably expecting a 'what you did at the reaping was brave, blah blah blah,' but don't worry, we're not like that."

Katniss knits her eyebrows for a second, probably thinking of a response. After a moment, she responds, "It's your turn to ride."

For a second, I don't know what she means, but then it hits me. Literally. The horses designated to pull our chariot start to move immediately, without waiting for Thalia and I to be ready, and I almost fall off the side of the chariot. Just before I turn around, I see Katniss and Peeta laugh behind me. As I steady myself, I realize Thalia wasn't fazed at all.

"Even though I probably should've warned you about the chariot being up next, it was pretty funny to see you make a fool out of yourself," Thalia laughs, and I can feel myself blushing.

"The Capital hopefully didn't see the stumble, or it'll be unlikely I get any sponsors in the arena," I whisper to her.

Thalia grabs my hand, "It'll be okay, Nico. And plus, these people are too stupid to even notice it." There's a hint of anger in her voice, and I'm not sure as to where it come from.

I'm going to write the rest of the Tribute Parade in Percy's Pov, but in the next chapter. The next chapter will probably be longer than this one. Review?