"Oh I'm so so sorry. I really didn't mea-" you looked up into a pair of glowing red eyes. 'Those can't be real...' you thought. 'But they look nothing like contacts.' Instead of backing away like any normal person would do, you leaned in and squinted. "Wow. If I knew a pretty frau was going to try and kiss me, I would've chewed some more gum." Credit to Mapelvogel for the picture

Nico Di Angelo is your typical teenage dirtbag. Sings in a band, loves a girl who is bright like the son, and is the son of Hades. All he wants is for her to notice him and maybe a date too. But, thank the Gods, luck is on his side. All he has to do is go up and talk to her. Good luck, Di Angelo!

"I want you to meet my best friend, Zinerva. Isn't she bello?" She lifts a small dainty hand to brush away some spirals of hair out of her face. She timidly sticks put her hand and looks down. Ludwig could see Zinerva blushing wildly. He feels himself heat up as he grabs her hand. "Zinerva, this is Ludwig. He's a country just like me! He's the country of Germany. Hes really really nice. I'll take this and leave you two alone. Now Imma go make some pasta!"