Nations, Immortals and Heroes

Chapter 11

((A/N: The World Meeting ended late, probably like around 4:00 in the afternoon. And then America took quite some time to get a cab. Plus traffic. So they arrived around 6:00 in the evening, when all of the campers are at the beach. Just thought you oughta know.))

*Nations*

America coughed awkwardly, as if he didn't know what to do next. And he needs to do something to gain the Italian nation's attention, because said nation was losing his patience. Quick.

Currently, they were on a cab and the Italian first showed distaste on their ride but decided to stick with it if it meant getting more information about his grandpa. And it seems he's regretting his decision as each minute passed.

When their ride stopped at a field, the driver said, "Uh, you sure about this, you three?" But America tossed a wad of money at the lap of the driver, not caring to get his change, and the driver stopped questioning.

When the three got down of the cab, Romano gaped at the site before him and screamed, "WHY DID YOU TAKE US IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE YOU HAMBU-huh?" The American ignored the shouts and carried on walking, and when he was already a good 10 feet away from his companions, he said, "Why are you two standing there?! Get those Jell-O legs and cemented feet moving!" Greece shooked his head, as if trying to wake up from his daze, or probably trying to wake up in general, and followed him. Romano just grumbled and followed Greece.

When they were already at the foot of a hill, America warned, "Uh, try not to scream when we get at the top, ok? We don't want any teenagers to attack us, and the fact I forgot my gun at home..."

The two nations raised their eyebrow at this, but eventually followed the advice America gave them.

~Time Skip until they reach the top of the hill~

~Greece's POV~

When we reached the top, I finally understood why America told us not to scream.

A dragon-like creature was wrapped around a pine tree, snoring softly.

I eyed the pine tree. Why would a tree be needed to protect? I saw a golden sheep fleece at one of the branches of the tree. Wait... Is that...?

I think it is. But it's impossible...

Romano just gaped at the dragon, no wait, drakon. Good thing he didn't scream. America just smiled at the drakon and said, "Oh, and call each other by our human names, k?" I looked up and saw a sign written in Ancient Greek:

Camp Half-Blood

What?

We walked underneath the sign and I saw the most magnificent sight I have ever seen since the Parthenon. A strawberry field was at the west, while an arena was a good distance away. Next to it was a climbing wall that seems to be pouring...lava? Oh yes, it's lava, alright. Near to it was a lake then most likely stables. Then a mess hall I saw, but the most eye-catching were temple-like structures that formed an omega shape with a hearth in the middle of it. Near to the structures were volleyball fields... Are those satyrs playing volleyball?

I rubbed my eyes at this. Impossible, satyrs were long-gone already. Unless they were hidden in the forests... All of this looked so... Ancient Greek.

Mother would've loved this, her influence staying in such a modern place.

Ame-Alfred said, "Come on you guys! I want you two to meet someone." I followed quietly, Ro-Lovino asked me, "This isn't my forte. This seems more like Ancient Greece's work, isn't it?"

I nodded quietly, unconciously patting a cat's head, until I realize that I was patting thin air. Seems like that cat went off to somewhere...

We finally reached a blue mansion-like farmhouse. We stayed at the porch while Alfred knocked on the door. The door opened, revealing a man in a wheelchair, his tweed jacket wrapped around him. He smiled kindly at Alfred and said, "Hello, Alfred. The campers are at the beach."

"Thanks for the info, Ch-Mr. Brunner," Alfred said, "But we have guests."

The man, Mr. Brunner, looked at us and smiled at us, "Oh, I didn't notice that. Come in, come in." We obeyed and Mr. Brunner said, "Sit down, do you want any drinks?" I shook my head, while Lovino grumbled, "It's almost dinner..."

"Don't worry," Mr. Brunner told the Italian, "after this you could change and have dinner with the other campers." Mr. Brunner went beside Alfred and whispered to him, "Alfred, aren't you going to change?" Alfred shook his head, "I can't show favoritism, remember?" The two had a hushed conversation, while Lovino looked like he wanted to know what they were talking about. The two finished their conversation and Mr. Brunner had t-shirts on his lap. Where did he get that?

Mr. Brunner pointed to Lovino, "The one with the curl, here." Lovino was handed a purple shirt, with a print of a golden laurel wreath with the letters 'SPQR' written inside the wreath. Lovino gasped at the design, stuttering loudly, "S-Senatus... P-Populusque R-R-Romanus..."

"What's your name?" Mr. Brunner asked him.

The Italian answered, "L-Lovino Vargas, sir. H-How did you-?" Mr. Brunner just smiled, "You'll see. And please try not to gasp loudly when you see other people wearing the same thing, and you-?" He looked at me.

I said, "Heracles Karpusi." He smiled a little bit brighter, and handed me an orange shirt, in contrast to Lovino's purple one. Instead of an elegant wreath, the print was a black pegasus with the words 'Camp Half-Blood' written in Ancient Greek at the top. Mr. Brunner instructed, "Wear those and I wish you two luck." Mr. Brunner then stood up from his wheelchair. Instead of seeing legs, all I saw were hooves. Mr. Brunner was a half-man, half-horse all along.

A centaur?!