A/N : Surprise! Am I the only one who actually responds to reviews one by one or am I not? Because I think these long A/Ns are bound to make you guys bored of me…

ArianaandXaia : oooh..breaking the rules, eh? lol..jk..oh, nuts. PercyXAnnabeth or PercyXKatniss? Tough choice, tough choice. :) Sorry you had to wait forever. Here's a treat for you!
Pollex : Yeah..I know..and I don't think I should tarnish the beautiful relationship Percy and Annabeth have.
Person910 : Ooookay..o.o
Guest : Okay..:)
Awesomeness : O.o This is gonna be a tough decision for me. Well, you can't exactly blame him. :) It's all because of me! lol…
Melissa : You read my first story? O.o Yeah…he forgot about his sister. Uh…don't you mean PercyXKatniss? Because you said you wanted to see Annabeth jealous. Or did you mean you don't want to see Annabeth jealous? 0.0 btw, thanks! :P
ronnie07 : Yeah…I do try to update regularly. But there's this thing called 'writer's block' that annoys the cat out of me! :) And AnnabethXGale? Uh….o.o
Mistake Experience : I don't think it was a great chapter…o.o but I love you for still reading it anyways.
The Red Reader of Doom : Alrighty then…:)
makerboy13 : I'm happy to know you enjoyed it. :)

Stats : Percabeth : 2 Perniss : 6 Undecided : 2

Attached Note: So…don't kill me when you read this : I'm actually rooting for Percy and Katniss. Is that weird? I don't know but I find it easier to write Percy and Katniss than Percy and Annabeth. What do you guys think? Oh, and just asking for your opinions : should I delete my other stories? It's been ages since I last updated them.

Disclaimer : If I am Rick Riordan, the OTP would be Percy and Annabeth. If I am Suzanne Collins, the OTP would be Katniss and Peeta. But right now, the OTP is leaning towards Percy and Katniss.

Katniss' POV

(I think I'll just skip the District Eleven scenes since I'm sure you guys wouldn't want to read a retelling of the series)

My speech at the victor's ceremony in District Eleven was a disaster.

Let's recap :

I get on the stage. There's some loud applause, but not the same response I got at the Capitol, where I got a lot of cheers and wolf-whistle and whoops. I get handed a microphone. Spotted Rue and Thresh's family. Somehow forgot that I'm on stage until Haymitch poked me in the back. The mayor gives a speech in my honor. Two little girls come up with tremendous bouquets of flowers. I opened my mouth and someone gets shot.

Oh, not me.

An old man. Yeah. An old man.

Have a guess why.

No?

This was my speech, well, the last of my speech :

" I want to give my thanks to the tributes of District Eleven." (cue looking at Thresh's family – an old, hunched woman and a tall, muscular sister who I suppose is his sister) "I only ever spoke to Thresh one time. Just long enough for him to spare my life. I didn't know him, but I always respected him. For his power. For his refusal at playing the Games on anyone's but his own terms. The Careers wanted to team up with him at the beginning, but he wouldn't do it. I respected him for that." (cue the old woman – his grandmother, maybe? – looks up and a small trace of a smile playing on her lips. At this point, the crowd was so quiet that you would think that all of them had stopped breathing)

(cue I turn to Rue's family) "But I feel as if I did know Rue, and she'll always be with me. Everything beautiful brings her to mind. I see her in the yellow flowers that grow in the Meadow by my house. I see her in the mockingjays that sing in the trees. But most of all, I see her in my sister, Prim. Thank you for your children. And thank you all for the bread."

Not a shoot-an-old-man-to-death worthy.

Nope.

But it was because the old man whistled Rue's four-note mockingjay tune. The one that signaled the end of the workday in the orchards. The one that meant safety in the arena. By the end of the tune, I located the old man. His eyes met mine. And then BOOM! Everyone gave me the three-finger salute, the sign from District 12, the last goodbye I gave Rue in the arena. If I hadn't spoken to President Snow, this gesture might move me to tears. But his orders are still fresh in my mind. Heck, I still can smell the scent of roses and blood from him. And that was enough to scare the monkeys out of me. What would he think of this very public salute to the girl who defied the Capitol?

Like I said, it wasn't in my agenda to elicit an uprising. But every single thing that comes out of my mouth is wrong. Every single thing I do is wrong. I don't know what I should do. It's like back in the Games when Rue and I was trying to take out to Careers food supply. Every step I would have to take meant that I would be closer to death.

And that's not even the worst of it.

Even without me opening my big mouth, you can feel something in the air. Something that I can't actually put into words, though the closest thing I could use to describe this feeling is the rolling boil of a pot about to run over. But it's not everywhere. Some crowds have the weary-cattle feeling that I know District 12 usually projects at victors' ceremonies. But in others – particularly 8, 4 and 3 – there is genuine elation in the face of the people at the sight of me and under the elation – fury. When they chant my name, it is more of a cry of vengeance rather than cheer. When the Peacekeeper moves in to quiet an unruly crowd, it presses back instead of retreating. And I know that there's nothing I can do to change this. No show of love, however believable, will turn the tide. If my threats were an act of temporary insanity, then these people will happily embrace insanity.

By the time we reach the Capitol, I am desperate. I make endless appearances to adoring crowds. There is no danger of an uprising here, among the privileged whose name are never placed in the reaping balls, whose children never die for the supposed crimes committed generations ago. I don't need to convince anybody in the Capitol of our love but hold to the slim hope that we can still reach some of those we failed to convince in the districts. Which is pretty pathetic of me, really. Because whatever I do now seems a little bit too little. A little bit too late.

That night, on the stage before the Training Centre, I make my way through a list of questions. Caesar Flickerman, in his twinkling midnight blue suit, his hair, eyelids and lips still dyed in the same powder blue, flawlessly guides me through the interview. When he asks me about my future, I remembered what Haymitch said.

" How can I even think to marry someone else when Percy is still in my heart?" I ask him quietly, my voice choking a bit. " I'm not sure, Caesar. It's still pretty hard to accept the fact that he's not here with me."

Caesar nods, wiping a tear from his eyes. " I'm sure the whole of Panem is with you in mourning the loss of someone you dearly love."

" I hope so," I say, plastering a smile on. " It feels good when someone is there for us. Supporting us."

" Katniss," Caesar suddenly says. " I hear President Snow has a surprise for you."

" A surprise for me?" I ask, panic clenches my throat. " Oh!" I say, putting on my cheerful mask (yet again) when the man himself appears on the stage. " This is a lovely surprise!" This is a horrible nightmare!

" My deepest regrets on the death of your beloved, Miss Everdeen," he says as he embrace me, enfolding me in the smell of blood and roses. " My thoughts will always be dominated by his memory," he adds as he plants a puffy kiss on my cheek. Yeah, I thought, so will be the ways of 'How to eliminate Katniss Everdeen'. He pulls back, a smile on his face, his fingers digging into my arms, a cold look in his eyes.

I dare to raise my eyebrows to ask something my lips can never ask : Was that good enough? Have I managed to defuse many sparks in the districts?

In answer, he gives an almost imperceptible shake of his head.

The banquet, held in the President's mansion, has no equal. The forty-foot ceiling has been transformed into the night sky, and the stars look exactly like they do at home. I suppose they look the same from the Capitol, but who knows? There's always too much light in the city to see the stars here. About halfway between the floor and the ceiling, musicians float on what appears to be fluffy white clouds, though I can't see what is holding them aloft. Traditional dining tables have been replaced by innumerable stuffed sofas and chairs, some surrounding fireplaces, others beside fragrant flower garden or ponds filled with exotic fish, so that people can eat and drink and whatever they please in the utmost comfort. There's a large tiled area in the center of the room that serves as everything from a dance floor, to a stage of performers who come and go, to another spot to mingle with flamboyantly dressed guests.

But the real star of the evening is the food. Tables laden with delicacies line the wall. Everything you can think of, or even dreamed of, lie in wait. Whole roasted cows and goats still turning on spits. Huge platters of fowl stuffed with savory fruits and nuts. Ocean creatures drizzled in sauces or begging to be dipped in spicy concoctions. Countless cheeses, breads, vegetables, sweets, waterfalls of wine, and streams of spirits that flicker with flames.

I'm hungry.

" I want to taste everything in the room," I say out loud. " I'm going to eat every single thing in this room."

A few Capitol citizens who heard me laughs.

" Even us?" he asks putting a meaty arm around my neck.

" Particularly you," I say, smiling. He guffaws some more, plants a wet kiss on my face (ew) before lumbering off to his friends. " Okay, no more than one bite each dish," I mutter to myself as I near the tables. " Remember that."

" That's quite impossible to do, actually," a voice on my right says. I turn to the owner of the voice and nearly drop my plate. " Um..are you okay?"

" Percy?" I squeak.

He looks puzzled for a minute before realization dawns on him. " Oh, I can assure you I am not Percy Jackson, Katniss," the green-eyed boy who looks so much like Percy says. " Trust me, you aren't the first and you are definitely not going to be the last to think I am Percy."

" But…but…"

" My name's Harry. Harry Potter."

A/N :Surprise! :)

I think I'm gonna stop writing fanfictions after this. No, don't worry. I won't leave Percy and Katniss hanging without any resolutions. The fanfic for Mockingjay plans have been laid out, the title already decided. Last night, I couldn't sleep because when I watched You May Not Kiss The Bride (which is extremely funny), I kept thinking about arranged marriage. And I got this idea to write about it. I think I fell asleep crying as I imagined the ending. Yeah…I'm horrible that way. XD

Anyway. I've already got a name for the characters. The hero's name will be Theodore Adrian Jades (yeah…I can never let go of that name). But for the heroine, I've been playing a lot with the name 'Callie' so that'll be her nickname. I want to ask you what you guys think of her full name : Callista Genevieve Ames. Callista means beautiful, Genevieve means Women of People and Ames mean Friend. So, her full name would mean " Beautiful Women, People's Friend ", something like that. What do you think? Or should I go with Calliope Anne Duchenne?