Hey guys. I'm positively stuck on Artificial Paradise and 21 Guns. I don't know exactly where I'm taking this but I know I'm going to do something. XD Please help me guys, and tell me if I should write another Heroes of Olympus/Hetalia crossover...Maybe Frank and China...

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It was the next day when Nico realized he had fainted. The sight of that little seemingly-cowardly young man turning all of the monsters to dust so easily was such a shock to him that it must've given him a headache big enough to knock him out. What had just happened? That man couldn't have been human...maybe super human but not human. Maybe he was half god like Nico was or maybe...

"Nico?" A soft voice called his name. It reminded him of home and the warmth of the hearth...Maybe even his mother. It was as if the speaker was casting a bittersweet spell on him - helping him forget all his pain.

But Nico wasn't fooled. He kicked frantically at the sugar-coated voice until he was sure that he had hit his mark.

"DIO! WHAT THE FUCK! WE AREN'T TRYING TO HURT YOU!" A different voice shrieked...possibly the one obsessed with his tomato garden. "JEEZ, KID!"

"Fratello~!" The softer, hypnotic voice protested. "He just woke up. Don't scare him."

"HE'S THE ONE SCARING ME, GODDAMMIT!"

Nico opened one eye to see the two brothers who had saved his life sitting on the edge of the bed. Ugh. He had just barely recovered and now he had to see those idiots? "I'm fine. Just keep it down. Sheesh."

"You're awake~!" Hypnotic Italian monster # 1 - the one who had attacked the cyclopi- cheered. "That's wonderful! I almost ran out of bandages for you, you were bleeding so much~!"

I had been...bleeding? I can't even remember how I had got here, much less remember the details of my injuries. "Um...Thanks..."

"You're the son of Hades, aren't you~?" The man continued. "That's totally cool~! I've never met a demigod of the big three before~!"

Nico didn't answer. What the heck was going on? This interrogation was getting kind of...personal. Was this kid some sort of monster something or other? How did he know so much about Nico? Was he a god in disguise?

"Romano's gonna make you some pasta now and I'll be here to watch you until it's done. You're gonna love our homemade pasta~! I'll rewrap your wounds since the bandages are probably dirty by now."

Nico groaned, these people were definitely Italian. Though he was looking forward to the pasta, part of him worried that if he let his guard down, he'd be dead in an instant. He didn't feel the least bit safe alone with the one that reminded him of home either. These people might be terrible, terrible monsters that were cooking pasta with Nico in it, but he reluctantly allowed the young Italian treat his arm. "Who exactly are you?"

The man glanced up from his wound wrapping for an instant to lock his amber eyes with Nico's obsidian ones. "Italy Veneziano, but you can call me Feliciano Vargas if you want ~! My fratello's name is Italy Romano but everyone calls him Lovi~!"

Italy Veneziano. Seriously?

"I mean what are you."

Feliciano smiled, his face holding an air of mystery about them. "The two of us have represented Italy for a long time - for what seems like the dawn of time. We're personifications of countries as well as legacies of our grandfather. It's quite normal if you ask me~!"

What wait?! Personified countries? Nico had lived his in weird - but this was...well...Absolutely insane. Chiron had never told the camp about these beings... Could this world get any weirder?!

"Yeah. Sure. I totally believe that." Nico answered sarcastically.

"It's true~!"

There was something about that man that made Nico know that he wasn't lying in the least. Maybe it was that innocent, white aura surrounding his entire being, or maybe it was Nico's gravitational pull towards what felt like home. Whatever it was, it was too strong to resist. "I-I believe you..."

Feli just smiled again and continued on with his work, his hands deftly wrapping the bandages as if it were his hobby since Chaos. That just added another question into Nico's exhausted mind - How could such an innocent being be such a good fighter? It was insanity the way he had taken each of those monsters down. It had to, just had to be genetics...nothing else.

"H-Hey Vargas." Nico asked tentatively.

"Yes~?"

"Who is your grandfather? You said you were a legacy of your grandfather."

Feli laughed. "My Nonno isn't a god, if that's what you were thinking. His father is...so I guess he's my great grandfather."

Nico's ears perked up at that. "Who's your great grandfather?"

"Mars." Feli answered, still smiling. It was a timeless smile, one that had never aged and never would age. Something more than a mortal's or demigod's. "I guess it's ironic since my brother and I aren't very war-like. But I do know we're legacies of Mars, it's obvious."

"How?" Nico asked, confused by all the information his mind was receiving.

"Rome was born when two twin brothers, sons of Mars, found land near the hills and started building a wall. My grandfather was Rome so that makes us the legacies of Mars."

Oh duh...

"You have a point." Nico admitted.

"Yeah~!"

There was silence for awhile. Silence that was only interrupted by the shouts coming from the other room - probably Lovino freaking out about his tomatoes or maybe the pasta was boiling over or something. But then they died down, leaving Nico pondering about his life.

He knew he had always been different from everyone else - always fading into the backdrop and freaking people out when they least expected it. He had thought it was about them...but maybe not...

Had you ever tried to be included? A voice inside his head asked him.

Did you ever take the risk?

Nico couldn't just expect them to be nice and do so just for the sake of being a good person. Maybe...Ugh! Voice, just shut up! Stop making me feel so confused!This is another reason I should've just died! These thoughts...Nico gripped his head, feeling the headache coming back. Gods! What's wrong with me today!

"Nico, are you okay?" Feliciano asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

"I'm fine!" Nico shouted. "Seriously! It's just side effects! I-I just had a question..."

"What is it?" After setting down Nico's arm, Feliciano folded his hands over his chest and waited for the answer. He looked so inviting that Nico's fears dissipated.

"V-Vargas..." Nico said, trying to keep the embarrassment from his voice. "Have you ever wanted to die? Y-you are immortal, right?"

Silence.

Maybe that wasn't a good question to ask him, Nico thought in a panic. The kid...or Italy obviously wasn't as safe as he seemed. One bad word could trigger him into...

"Yes...I have." Feli looked down at his hands, which were still folded across his lap.

"Really?" Nico asked in amazement. Maybe countries weren't that super human after all.

"Though we are not immortal, we live until our country 'dies' in war. We can't die from injuries...Being one of these beings...it's very hard not to lose your sanity...Germany lost his during World War II, though he's okay now..."

World War II...? Oh yeah...

"But it's our duty to our country not to collapse from stress." Feli continued. "We must not kill the pride of our people - that is our duty. As for you, your time is shorter than mine. Enjoy it to the fullest, even if you fall on hard times. We, as countries, have gone through numerous trials...hundreds, most likely thousands. We're used to it by now. So please, Nico, stay strong and think of the countries around you. Know that you're not alone~!"

Nico didn't know what to say. What could he say to a monologue like that? The world seemed to glow with a new light - shining down from Olympus. "T-thanks...I'll remember it."

"FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME: DINNER HAS BEEN READY FOR THE PAST DAMN FIVE MINUTES!" Romano shouted from the kitchen.

Feli grinned, that childish aura back. "Good! Let's go see if Fratello's ready with the pasta~!

Nico obliged and followed Feliciano into the kitchen where Lovino was cooking. He took a deep breath in, then let it out slowly.

Home...That's where he was...

Home.

Sorry, tacky ending, no?

So I had this no-so-genius idea that Lovi and Feli were legacies of Mars...It makes sense, you know?! So that's how this story turned out.

Nico is still childish. He's old but he still has that same naivety.

Feli just got VERY OOC right there O_O I think of him more as timeless and an idiot. Like...maybe childish but not so childish as to act like it with his people around.

I was thinking of writing a sequel, but for our Chinese-Candian Zhang instead of Nico. Wouldn't you like to see Matthieu and Yao? I would like your opinions :)

Thanks guys :)