"Chiron, this is the kid we rescued." The blonde haired girl said, gesturing to the twelve year old boy who stood baffled. The old man gave a grandfatherly smile.

"Thank you Annabeth, Percy." He said, nodding to the two sixteen year olds who flanked the young boy. "Now, young lad, What is your name?"

"I'm Peter Kirkland!" Peter said excitedly. "I'm from Sealand!" Peter crossed his arms and puffed out his chest with pride.

"I didn't know you lived at an amusement park." Percy widened his eyes and stared at Peter in shock. "That's so cool!"

Peter deflated like a balloon in an instant. His shoulders slumped forward and his happy expression turned into a pout. "M'not an amusement park." he muttered under his breath as he sulked.

The girl, Annabeth rolled her eyes and gave Percy a friendly shove. "It's not SeaWorld, It's Sealand. It's an abandoned military fort turned micro nation off the cost of England, Seaweed brain." She stated with a half-smile.

"Haha! That's right!" Peter cheered.

"But Sealand isn't considered a real country." Annabeth added as an after thought.

The twelve year old boy soured. Percy was beginning to think that there was a slight possibility that this kid was bi-polar, or something along those lines.

"Sealand is too a real country." Peter said stubbornly as he tried -key word: Tried- to stare Annabeth down. No one could successfully stare down Annabeth. It was statistically impossible. "It's going to become the greatest country in the world! Just you wait!" Peter declared.

Annabeth stared at Peter. Peter stared at Annabeth. Percy stood off to the side in this awkward staring contest, and Chiron hid his smile behind his hand.

Peter blinked, and then he bucked backwards. "Aarg! No fair! The sun was in my eyes! I want a rematch!"

The blond girl grinned in triumph.

"Now now children, that's enough." Chiron said, while raising his hands. "I'm sure Mr. Kirkland would like an explanation."

"Yea." Peter said as he turned his attention away from Annabeth. "Why did you guys kidnap me from that hotdog stand? It was completely unnecessary, and very rude."

If Percy had taken a sip of water at that moment, he no doubt would have done a spit take. But since he didn't have a drink on hand, he settled for choking on air. "Did you not see the giant Hydra after you?!" Percy asked in disbelief.

"That giant thing with a lot o' heads?" Peter asked. Percy nodded.

"Yes, the 'giant thing with a lot of heads' was a hydra." Annabeth confirmed. And then she waited for Peter to argue that mythical creatures like the Hydra didn't exist, just like all of the other new campers who came to camp half-blood.

"You guys do know that that was probably my Uncle."

The trio fell silent. Percy casually slipped his hand into his pocket and clutched his ballpoint pen. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Annabeth produce her Yankees baseball cap. A concerned look grew on Chiron's face, but the Centaur did nothing else.

"Your Uncle, you say?" Chiron said carefully. "Would you mind telling an old man why that is?"

"Oh, Uncle Mathias likes to do silly things." Peter said as innocently as a twelve year old boy could. "One time, he declared war on my Papa and made a functioning Lego cannon to use in battle. Papa beat him with a bunch of coffee tables though." He trailed off, lost in the memory of what was no doubt an epic fight.

Percy loosened his grip on his pen, and Annabeth's hat disappeared.

"I don't think that your uncle is a Hydra, Mr. Kirkland." Chiron said in all seriousness. "Have you ever felt like you were different from the other children your age? Have you ever had strange things happen to you?"

"Of course I have," Peter retorted. "I'm a twelve year old boy wearing a sailor suit, and my other Uncle's pet puffin tried to eat my potato chips yesterday."

"Puffin?" Percy perked up, earning a swat to the head thanks to Annabeth.

"You're a half blood, Peter." Annabeth stated bluntly. "And Camp Half-blood is the only safe place for you."

Peter cocked his head to the side. "Well that's rather rude thing to call me."

"It's not an Insult, dear boy. Oh no." Chiron stepped in before Annabeth could say anything else. "What Annabeth meant to say is that you are a demigod."

The little boy scrunched up his face in confusion.

"I don't remember ever becoming a demigod before. I've turned into a Gundam once, but that was temporary." Peter mused. Annabeth and Percy exchanged a glance.

"You don't become a demigod, you're born as one." Annabeth lectured. "One of your parents was a Greek god or goddess. Since you've mentioned that you have I father I assume that your mother was one of the goddesses of Olympus."

She paused, and waited for some kind of reaction. Maybe anger, maybe denial, maybe more confusion, or maybe a hyper exclamation of 'That's so cool! My mom's a goddess!'

Instead, Peter clutched his stomach and began to laugh.

"What? What's so funny?" Percy asked.

"I'm not a demigod! I know exactly who my mama and papa are!" Peter said in between fits of giggles.

Chiron's expression morphed into one of despair.

Occasionally, the camp would get a new demigod who was adopted by a mortal couple at a young age. Then by the time they have arrived at camp, they were completely unaware of the fact that they were adopted. And when they find out at camp half blood, the news usually caused irreversible rifts to form between the child and the adopted parents.

It was a shame that this young and innocent boy had to find out like this.

"Peter, I know this might be hard to understand, but you must try to see reason." Chiron started after the last of Peter's laughter faded away. "A demigod always has a godly parent. But the gods are not always able to be there for their child. A god or a goddess would usually leave their child with the mortal parent. But sometimes it too much for the mortal parent to take care of the baby by themselves. Sometime, they have to put the child up for adoption. Peter, it is entirely possible that you have been adopted by your current parents."

Chiron watched sadly as Peter's eyes grew as big as dinner plates. "That doesn't mean that your adopted parents don't love you." Chiron said quickly to try to reassure the poor boy. "I'm sure that you are the most important person in the world to them."

"I know that." Peter said. "Of course I'm adopted! I didn't want to stay with jerk-Arthur and the rest of my Jerk-brothers, so I started hanging out with my mama and papa and then they adopted me. There's really nothing to it."

"You have brothers?" Annabeth asked. "Are they step brothers? Half brothers? Or blood brothers?"

Peter gave her a weird look and said "They're my brothers, and they're mega jerks. What else matters?"

The old man paused for a moment, "Do you know who your birth parents are then?" He asked Cautiously.

"Oh no, I don't have birth parents. Just my Mama and Papa." The little boy said without sparing Chiron a second glance. "Can we get back to the fact that you guys seem to think that I'm Greek? I know a Greek guy and I am nothing like him. I don't like cats. They're mean to me."

Annabeth took this as a cue to explain a couple of things to the young boy. "You know all of those Greek myths you learn at school? They're real. The gods, the monsters, all of it. This is a camp for Demigods. Greek monsters hunt down people like us, and Camp Half blood is a safe place where we will teach you to defend yourself."

Peter stared at the teenager, deep in thought. Then he shrugged his shoulders. "Alright. I'm a demigod, or whatever you call it. I'm still not convinced that Greek myths are real."

"You were attacked by a hydra and just walked through an entire camp of kids with Ancient Greek relics, and your still not convinced?" Percy asked in amazement.

"I'm pretty sure that Hydra was attacking you two." Peter replied.

"It was clearly targeting you, Peter." Annabeth added in her two cents.

"Alright, that's enough" Chiron said before the argument got heated. "Perhaps a demonstration would do."

Annabeth and Percy nodded, while Peter huffed but then agreed.

With a sly smile on his face, Chiron stood up out of his robotic wheel chair.

Peter blinked once, twice, three times. And then he loudly proclaimed "You're a horse." Like it was the most mundane thing that he had ever witnessed.

Chiron chuckled. "Not a horse. A Centaur. My name is Chiron."

"My mama and papa told me not to talk to people that are half horse." The boy said Lamely.

Percy furrowed his eye brows. "Why?" He asked. The son of Poseidon honestly couldn't think of a conversation where the topic of talking to centaurs would come up.

"Because they're usually drunk Polish people."

Author's Note:

It's 12 am and I just wrote a PJO/Hetalia Crossover. Why? Because I'm procrastinating, and plot bunnies have taken over my mind. And I accidentally deleted the next chapter of Redone for the Redundant, and now I'm trying to make it up to you guys.

I'm expecting the chapters for this story to be super short, but there's going to be a lot more of them. Not really sure where this is going but I figured that It's going to get good.

So, read and review. I always love love love feedback, even if it's just a tiny little smiley face.

Thank you for taking the time to read this, and I hope you have a wonderful day!

Snowy-Maplette