Included Love

Hello beautiful people! I'm right back!

Okay now, to the story, while reading HOO I totally fell in love with Frazel, but even so I'd never had the oportunity to actual write anything related to them. Some months ago, while talking with a friend, we came across this issue and I said 'Well, I've discussed the little something with Nico being born in the sixties and his sexuality a thousand times, but I've never done anything remotely similar with Hazel and racism', and while making Hazel hurt hurt me too, I liked the final product of this!

So, with that said, I hope you like this little something! :3

Included Love

It had all started after their small trip to Missouri.

After the war against Gaea was over and Leo had finally come back accompanied by Calypso, after things had finally settled and the Second Argo II —yes, Leo was very original— had been built, the Seven demigods of the last Big Prophecy had actually started to make plans.

They wanted to do something, together, in name of the old times when they had traveled saving the world—just that, of course, they didn't want to be saving the world this time, with no psycho gods or monsters attacking them, preferably.

And that was why they'd ended up in Missouri, more specifically, in Jackson, Missouri, because no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't work on an actual plan and going there to prove Percy that no blue food was served in Missouri's restaurant on a regular basis sounded as good as anything else.

But that was not the problem. The trip had actually been nice and even if some things did burst into flames, the river had been right there, so nothing really bad had happened. They had enjoyed themselves, really enjoyed themselves like the teenagers they were, for a change.

The problem had started after their come back, when Hazel and he had gone back to New Rome to resume their duties.

It had been subtle at first, tiny, little details that Frank had actually thought he'd been imagining, but right then, two weeks after their return, there really was no denying—Hazel was avoiding him. When he entered a room, she turned around and tried as hard she could to not meet his gaze; when he tried to take her hand, she jerked away and when he tried to circle her shoulders, she invented an excuse and left, her eyes focused on the ground.

No, he really wasn't overreacting. No, no, he wasn't imagining it. And no, it was not like her to act the way she was acting.

Lastly, yes, he was worried, very, very worried.

Maybe he had offended her in some way, or hurt her and no matter how worried he was, he mostly felt scared that he, somehow, had managed to make her feel uneasy or uncomfortable.

On the other side, he really couldn't ask her what had he done wrong when Hazel hardly was in the same room he was for the time it took to stand up and leave.

Which was the reason as to why he had, rather clumsily, asked Hazel to talk with him for a moment, cornering her in the barracks, and even when the slight quivering of the girl's lips made him feel guilty about even requesting such a thing from her, he still knew this was the only way to actually fix this problem, whatever it was.

"I... Hazel, is something wrong?" he inquired, failing to keep his voice from shaking.

"Frank, it's-it's really nothing, please..." she murmured, her eyes suddenly finding the tip of her black shoes terribly interesting.

"Hazel, I-I don't know what I did, but if I did anything that bothered you, I—"

"No, no, no!" the daughter of Pluto assured, making tiny nervous fusses with her hands, raising her gaze for a second before dropping it to the floor again. "It isn't you, Frank, I promise..."