Of Skates and Blades (PJO/HOO and YOI crossover)

Chapter 3

Bold- Russian
Normal- English.
Italics- Greek

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A groan left the lips of the pale, blonde skater that sat next to Percy, who's head was rested on the shoulder of Mitchell. Mitchell had an arm wrapped around Percy's waist, his thumb rubbing small circles subconsciously. The three men were sat in uncomfortable airport seats waiting for the other skaters to arrive so they could start their journey to the United States. The blonde haired skater, Yuri Plisetsky, was the grumpiest because he wouldn't see his best friend, Otabek, because he didn't make it to the Grand Prix and couldn't come because of family issues on his mom's side of the family. Yuri didn't want to admit that he had a crush of the Kazakhstan skater but almost everyone could see it.

"What's taking them so~o~o long?" exclaimed Yuri.  His leg was bouncing up and down at a very fast pace and he was slouched in his chair. He held his leopard print backpack on his lap. 

"I have no idea," answered Percy back in Russian. He and Mitchell had learnt the language to communicate better with the people around them. They could both read, write and speak Russian very well.

"If they aren't here in 10 minutes I'll-" a yelp left the skater when he was surprised by two arms wrapping around him from behind. Yuri's backpack was now on the floor beside him and his right leg was sticking up. "GAAAH!"

"You'll what, Yurio? ," said the cheery voice of Victor Nikiforov. Percy could hear Yuuri Katsuki chuckle next to Victor. Percy stood up to greet his friends/ team mate and co-coach. Since Victor was too told to skate competitively, he decided to co-coach with Yakov Feltsmen.

"That was mean Victor," said Percy grinning. Victor, who had eventually let go of Yuri, took a dramatic bow which caused his fiance, Yuuri,  to laugh. Yuri looked like he was still recovering from his scare and had his hand on his heart.

"Don't do that!," exclaimed Yuri. 

"You two! Stop fooling around! We have a plane to catch!," said a voice that belonged to Yakov Feltsmen. The team looked over to see Yakov by the gate already,in line consisting of six people that was a few metres away. Luckily for them the airport was close to empty and the only weird looks they got was from the people in line.

They stood up and walked over to where Yakov was. It was currently 19:47 and their flight left in exactly thirteen minutes. When Yakov and Victor told them to save their energy and not skate today since they have been pushing themselves for the past two weeks, Percy did what he did best and ignored his superiors. Now he was tired, his feet were killing him and all he wanted to do was get on the bloody plane. And hope he made it to their destination without trouble.

They managed to get on the plane with no trouble and took their seats. The seats in the plane were divided into two aisles,  with two seats on each side. It was a small plane that could fit about 30 people. Once Percy was in his seat he leaned over onto Mitchell's shoulder and let a tired sigh escape his lips.

'This was going to be a long flight so may as well sleep now', he thought. He closed his eyes and drifted into a peaceful sleep.

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Percy woke up with his head leaning against the seat he was sitting on. He groaned and rubbed his now sore neck. He looked out the window to see the the sun just beginning to rise. Well couldn't really see the Sun,  just the orangey yellow glow  ahead. He stretched his arms and looked over to his team mates, boyfriend and coaches. His team mates and coaches were asleep, but the seat next to him where Mitchell had sat was now unoccupied.