A/N OH. MY. GODS. You guys have been utterly fantastic with your ideas (I will hopefully be doing all of them, one way or another.) Anyways, I will now be posting a lot more since exams are done and I'm freeeeeeeeee. And since long author notes are boring, let's get on with the story!

Oh right, and this fantastic idea is from "myself" (a guest reviewer). Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, events or settings from PJO.

Percy Jackson was arguing with Annabeth. Now this (of course) was very much against his principles, as nobody ever won an argument with Annabeth, but if he lost...

"PERSEUS JACKSON I DON'T CARE AWHAT YOU WANT! I HAD TO BABYSIT HIM LAST TIME!"

Oh no, now she's brought out her knife.

"I SPENT HOURS, HOURS IN TARGET WITH THE AGGRAVATING ROMAN, THERE IS NO WAY IN HADES I'M DOING IT AGAIN."

And she's taking aim.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO WHAT I'M SAYING?'

There's a knife near my face. There's a knife near my face. There's a knife near my face. There's a kn-

"SO YOU'LL DO IT?"

Wait, what did she say? Oh quick, smile and nod.

Annabeth smiled sweetly and skipped away, twirling her knife.

No. There is no way that just happened. No no no nononononononoo...

_LATER THAT DAY_

Octavian waited impatiently at the entrance of the greek camp, his lips curled in disgust as he surveyed the scene in front of him. His caravan had just arrived from San Francisco, a small portion of the roman legion coming to New York for a one week exchange with the greeks. The names of the people chosen to go were picked randomly (though he personally believed something was off, with the picking names "randomly" out of a hat all done by children of Mercury...) and within a few minutes, everyone had settled into the camp, laughing and joking and unromaning around.

Percy Jackson came running towards the roman augur, only to be greeted with a glare.

"Sup bro?" the son of Poseidon asked, in a desperate attempt to sound civil. It didn't work.

Octavian made an effort to look as regal as possible, stretching his back and putting his nose in the air. "I assume they've sent you to retrieve me and show me the way to my... servant for this disgusting 'exchange'?"

Percy looked uncomfortable, and scratched his head awkwardly. "About that... looks like you and I've been paired up."

Octavian blinked. He blinked again. He blinked some more. "Excuse me?"

Percy shuffled a bit. "If it makes you feel better, I don't like it anymore than you."

Octavian stared at him. "You're a greek. I don't care about your emotions or feelings or pathetic human qualities."

Percy sighed, his temper slowly building up. "Okay, buddy-"

"Call me buddy again and I'll skin you alive and wear your flesh as a cape."

"-There are two ways we can do this. One, we go along with the schedule, and don't kill each other. Two, we try to kill each other and get murdered by Annabeth. What do you want?"

In true roman fashion, Octavian planned to go down fighting. Just as he was about to take out his weapon and scream ¡Viva la revolución! Annabeth and Reyna casually sauntered by, twirling sharp knives.

"Hello boys," Annabeth began, a scary smile plastered on her face.

"Fancy meeting you here," Reyna added, her face also stretched to a predatory grin.

"We just came here to practice-"

"-Our knife throwing," the two girls added

At that, they threw their knives at the same tree the boys were leaning against, barely an inch from their faces. Percy and Octavian gulped.

"Oh dear," Annabeth began, twirling another knife.

"Our aim was inaccurate," Reyna finished, smirking. They laughed insanely.

"Reyna dearest, you know what makes my aim precise?"

"What, Annabeth, dearie?"

"Anger. Like the anger I'd unleash if two idiotic teenage boys destroyed all the hours of negotiations, peace talks and bargaining we've put into starting a relationship between the greek and roman camp."

At that the two girls, turned to face them. And the two boys ran as fast as they could.

"SPRINT! SPRINT! GET TO THE βάρκα! GET TO THE βάρκα!" Percy yelled. Octavian didn't know what a βάρκα was, but he didn't care; he ran, not focussing on his surroundings as he tried desperately to escape the crazy female demigods. Were all girl halfbloods insane? Was it just the greek and greek-influenced ones? What about goddesses? Or was if the entire female population? Meh. To be safe, he decided to simply avoid all of them at all costs.

An engine noise tore he back to the present, and he realized he was no longer on land. No, all around him the ocean pushed and pulled, the beach of Camp-Halfblood nothing more than a distant shore. If he squinted hard enough, two figures with a blond head of princess curls and a mass of dark hair plaited into a single braid waved at him. He blinked. Waved. He blinked. Waves. He blinked. He was in the ocean. In a SHIP. On a βάρκα. A βάρκα that was most certainly greek.

Octavian started screaming about greeks βάρκες, and dived into the ocean against Percy's protests. He fell silent as he then realized several things at once:

One: He was far from the shore.

Two: The distance from here to the shore would take at least an hour to swim.

Three: He didn't know how to swim.

Thus, the screaming and cursing began once again.

Percy didn't know what to do. Yeah, he might have maybe possibly conceivably perchance forgotten that Romans hated the sea. After all, when Annabeth threatens to kill him, he instinctively runs to hide in ocean and make himself a shield of live fish. But really, was the diving into the ocean and refusing any of Percy's help a tad dramatic on Octavian's part?

"HELP I CAN'T SWIM-NO, NOT FROM YOU, YOU DISGUSTING GREEK! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME? NOT YOU GREEKLING, GO AWAY! HELLLLLLLLO?" Octavian blubbered as he bobbled at the ocean's surface.

Percy sighed. Then, an idea struck him. A... genius idea.

"Alright buddy," Percy said, dodging the stuffed eel that was flung in his direction (but really, how in Hades did Octavian do it? Did he have an endless supply in his robes, or did he summon them or did... Oops, the roman sunk again). Percy fished him out, only to be nailed in the eye with a plush shark. He sighed again. "I'm going to leave with my greek presence and my greek ship. I'll leave you with the emergency lifeboat, so you can get back to shore. Alright?" Octavian was still screaming. Percy took that as a yes, and flung the boat into the water.

"Bye, Octavian," Percy said as he sailed back to shore, satisfied when he saw Octavian clamor onto the inflatable device. He turned back, just as a stuffed Nemo plushy to crash into his head from Octavian's direction.

"διάολε!"

Octavian sat stiffly at the front of the boat, glaring at the water in the most intimidating way possible when he was soaking wet and shivering. A big wave hit the boat, spraying his face and leaving him sputtering (he swear he heard high-pitched laughter).

It was then, 20 meters to shore, that Octavian noticed something about the making of the lifeboat.

"Achilles? ACHILLES? NO! NO! NOOOOOOOOO!"

The roman and greek camp watched on the beach as Octavian flung himself back into the sea and flailed as he tried not to drown.

"Should we help him?" Piper inquired to Reyna, her morals protesting hesitantly as the camps laughed and filmed and ate popcorn as Octavian panicked and screeched about greek domination.

"Nah," the roman replied. "I'm betting in thirty minutes he'll realize that if he stands up, the water's only up to his waist."

Annabeth shook her head. "I'm betting an hour."

A/N REVIEW OR OCTAVIAN LEARNS TO SWIM AND REALIZES HE DOESN'T NEED TO. DO YOU LIKE THE STORY? DESPISE THE STORY? LOVE THE STORY? LET ME KNOW SO OCTAVIAN'S SUFFERING CAN BE ENDED OR CONTINUED.