A super freaking weird idea that just popped into my mind. What if Percy actually had America as his teacher? LOL it'd be awesome!

History is Actually Awesome

'I thought,' a certain son of Poseidon thought as he tapped his fingers on the desk, 'Since, I don't know, saved the world from destruction with my friends, somehow, I'd get pardoned from school.' He grunted. 'Looks like I didn't.'

He was now staying in a normal school, Johnson's University, not in his dream school in the Roman camp. Aside from the camps being under reconstruction, the school was completely destroyed. Now he had to attend school outside the safe walls of either Greek or Roman camp, and be away from his girlfriend and other friends.

Yes, his life sucks.

The only sunshine in his current situation was that his mom was there, along with Paul. Thank the gods they were alive, even after all the war that had happened and all. They were the ones who immediately came to suggest this school, because it was relatively new and somehow they didn't know about his school destructions.

Johnson's University was a private school, since the publisher of his mother's books had her daughter come here. Not that they were close, but the publisher thought it would be a nice help for his mom. The private school had its own uniform- that was why he had to wear the clothes… The only thing he wasn't comfortable with however was the shoes, anyway.

But currently, school life.

He hated it, and his classmates knew it, from his vibes that he was reverberating. The recess bell sounded, which lifted a little of his agony. He didn't have friends yet; it was just the first day of school- high school- and he was alone. He had no one to talk to for a while. Besides, being here for the first time didn't actually help him. He sat down on one of the many benches at the school lawn and looked at the sky, tired all of a sudden. Or maybe bored, he had no idea.

Oh, butterfly. Annabeth and the other girls loved them. The thought made him sigh once more. 'Annabeth….'

"Yo." A voice interrupted his random thoughts. The black-haired boy looked up and was blinded by the sun for a while. As his vision cleared, he saw a blond-haired blue-eyed teen no older than him. The other one smiled brightly, waving his hand, which had a burger on it. 'Hey, McDonald's.' Percy idly noticed.

"Um, hi?" He tentatively greeted.

"Dude, you look so bummed out man," the blond remarked, sipping his Coke. "The hell happened to you? First Day Irritation Sickness?" he innocently asked, a grin forming on his face.

Percy chuckled, happy that somehow he had laughed today. He was going to turn into his Uncle Hades if he kept on frowning and sighing all the time. He felt the ground rumble, indicating that his uncle had heard his thoughts. His eyes widened in panic as the guy in front of him looked at the ground questioningly.

'Oh gods Uncle Hades please there's a guy in front of me don't give us away!' he pleaded in his mind. The rumbling stopped, and Percy's head immediately perked up to see the blonde's reaction.

The reaction was not what he was expecting. He laughed.

"Well, random earthquake, eh?" the latter laughed. A thought seemed to stop him. "Whoa, I just sounded like my bro." He turned his head towards Percy. "Say, you didn't answer my question. You got the F-DIS?" The man clicked his tongue to see his reaction.

Percy choked in laughter. "F-DIS?"

"What? I think it's an awesome name. The others got angry at me for calling it that, but hey, don't we all have First Day Irritation Sickness?"

"Oh my gods, F-DIS!" This time he outright laughed, and he noticed that others looked at him weirdly. "That name for first day is awesome! Yep, I have it. F-DIS." he joked. "Yeah, F-DIS School. Man, I love you."

"Love you too." the man smirked. "Thought you needed a little company, Percy."

Percy immediately narrowed his eyes. 'He knows my name. He could either be a god disguised, or an enemy.' "How'd you know my name?" he demanded, immediately suspicious.

"Broha, you're too uptight. Like my other brother from UK." The glasses-wearing man rolled his eyes. "You think I'm here to kill you? Nope, try to remember your big-ass name tag there on your left." he pointed towards his chest, where a "big-ass" ID was indeed. The son of Poseidon blushed in embarrassment.

To save himself, he glared at him. "What's your name? You don't have a name tag."

The blond winked, and somehow Percy was speculating in his mind that this was actually Apollo in front of him, with all the winking and looks and the sunshine earlier, though he removed that from his mind. He didn't sprout a haiku or some gods-forsaken sonata.

"Alfred F Jones, hero of the universe in your service."

"And he what? Why the Had- heck would he scream pasta in the middle of a water gun fight?" Percy coughed as he went red. "Out of all the words, he goes for pasta?"

"Dude, that's just Feliciano. If you saw Romano though, you would probably flip it and run for your life! That guy's involved with the mafia!"

They both laughed once again, wheezing a little. Percy smiled as he sat steadily on the bench.

After recess bell had rung, the blond had told him to go at the same bench at lunch and make it officially as their 'hang-out' since the lunch room was too crowded. When he had told him that he had no lunch and had to buy in the cafeteria, the eye-glasses wearing guy just told him to just go there.

The minute he arrived he noticed that the bench was full of… food. From burgers to rice to chips to pasta. He even had soup and noodles, the Japanese kind.

And now the current situation.

"Alfred, thanks man."

Alfred looked up from his food questioningly. "For what? The food? I told you, it's no biggie- I've got a lot of these!"

"Not that," Percy rubbed his hands together. "I always was the troubled kid, you know? From when I was a kid people tend to avoid me 'cause, you know, problem child. So thanks for being my friend here in school."

"The ADHD and Dyslexia?" Alfred furrowed his eyebrows. "But a lot of people actually have that."

"Not just that." But Percy smiled that he actually remembered those little facts. They had played 20 questions earlier at recess. "I blew up the school gym once, got wrong things to happen in field trips like an unplanned underwater swim, cannon shooting, and an evil Math teachers…" he trailed off, reminiscing 'Mrs. Dodds'.

"Problem child?" Alfred laughed his signature laugh, a distinct 'HAHAHAHA!' and a thumbs-up sign. "More like adventure-seeker!" He trailed off suddenly. "But Math teachers are really scary as heck when you can't get the thing right… That's why I hate math."

"You hate Math?" Percy repeated. Alfred nodded. "I do too, with all the jumbled shiz, I mean, I blame Greece for creating those." More like Athena. I'm sorry though!

Alfred brought his fist out and quirked an eyebrow. Percy met the fist and together they made the 'Ultimate Handshake' which made them grin at each other.

It was a start of a very strange friendship.

"Honey, how was first day of school?" Sally asked as his son climbed at the backseat. She knew how hard it was to adjust to school, especially that they kept transferring schools. She was surprised however when Percy had closed the door with a big grin on his face.

"Mom, you make it sound like I'm still in pre-school." he pouted.

"Well, it's a new school." Paul remarked on the driver's seat. "You know how your mother is; she was a whole wreck the whole time you were in school. So kid," Paul turned to look at his stepson. "How was it? You've got a big grin on your face."

"Yeah, did you actually enjoy the school?" Sally asked as Paul started to drive.

"Nah, school sucks, I mean I got the F-DIS."

"Percy! Language!" his mother scolded.

Percy looked confused before laughing until his tears brimmed with tears. "No, Mom, it's not what you think- that's an acronym made by my friend Alfred, First Day Irritation Sickness." he explained slowly for them to get it. Sally just deadpanned at her son while Paul just laughed.

"Got to meet the kid! Seems like he's a good teen."

"He's shorter than me though," Percy added as an afterthought. 'An inch and a half shorter.'

"Not a lot are taller than you Perce." his stepfather rolled his eyes. "You've got a Greek God as a father."

"Hm. Yeah." After a minute of silence, he spoke once more. "You know mom, I thought that there were no more people you know… that cared for people like us."

Sally looked at her son dubiously. "What do you mean, Percy?"

Percy stretched his legs, groaning. "You know, those who just don't like us because of our sickness. But Alfred walked up to me because I looked bummed out earlier."

Sally and Paul smiled at the same time. "Yep, I've got to meet the kid." the teacher concluded.

Next day was boring as heck once again, and Alfred was nowhere to be seen. 'Meh, must have gone somewhere else.' The green-eyed teen mused as he tapped his fingers on the bench. The bell that signalled recess was done sounded and he got up and took his backpack. "Okay, whatever." He looked at his schedule and his eyes twitched.

"Oh, great, history, where they teach everything wrong." he muttered, walking towards the room. He noticed that the seat that was near the teacher's desk was still empty, and the only empty chair at that. He sighed, not liking to sit near the teacher ever in his life (because it meant the teacher would pay a much closer attention on you). 'I should probably rename the F in the F-DIS to Full, and S to School. Full Day Irritation in School. Yeah, that might be a Hades lot of better.'

He despised history when he was little-What's the use of it when it's just in the past?- though he kind of despised it more than ever because it meant that the World Wars just happened because of some godly spats. He looked at the sky and immediately dared his other Uncle to do something. Nothing happened, making him smirk.

He however felt a weight press on his head, and he turned to peer over. "You know, people might think you've got a thing for skies and windows. Plus you're smirking. Maybe they'd think that you were planning some diabolical plan to destroy the world."

"Al?" he whispered as he recognized the smirk. "You don't have any seat left!"

"Wait, so you were planning some diabolical plan, because since I'm a hero I would definitely stop you-!"

"No, I'm not." Percy shook his head. "What are you doing here?!" he whispered back.

"Don't worry," he laughed, and that was when Percy noticed the folders that he was holding. and what it was labelled.

'Oh Zeus, Poseidon, What the Hades, Oh man, shucks-'

"Hey, class!" the blond greeted, his eyes glinting in the light. "Name's Alfred F Jones, but you may call me Sir Alfred or some nickname to Alfred." He winked, making the other girls in the class swoon and the guys grin. "And I'm your History teacher."

Percy could only gape.

Yeah. This meant to be a one-shot, but hey, if you want me to continue it, then go and review! :D