I was neglecting this story for so long, I'm so sorry! I deserve a billion tomatoes to be thrown at me for not updating for forever! But I appreciate you guys and your support for this story, I just wanna hug you all! Anyway, I was pretty uninspired for a long time (because of many things going in in my life), but now, I give you another update!

Hasta la pasta~

England's POV

I stepped aside and barely avoided a group of stampeding centaurs, running away from the drakon.

I like the centaurs from my country better.

The drakon was laying waste to everything on its path, destroying buildings and swatting away anyone that would get close to it. I scanned my surroundings and saw glimpses of the other nations fighting beasts and monsters. The battle raged around me, and I just stood there, wondering at what the hell I was looking at. I looked at the dark creature biting and scratching the drakon's hide, it took me a moment to notice that it was a large black dog, "What is a hellhound doing-"

"BRITAIN, DUCK!" America screamed at me.

My head was almost decapitated, a giant swung his sword at me. Angered, I thrusted my sword into the giant's abdomen, making it howl in pain. "Don't mess with me, you wanker!" I said and continued to hack off parts of the giant's body. I would love to describe how I did it, but I would scare you off. "That was amazing, dude!" America laughed, I had to admit, I did feel euphoric when someone would appreciate my combat skills, especially when it comes from him.

"Thanks," I smiled at him. As I looked at him, my eyes widened when I saw a monster behind the American, "Alfred, look out!" It was my turn to save him, the American cursed then turned around. He dodged the monster's first attack and shot numerous rounds of bullets through the beast, which later on dissolved into sulfuric powder. "Thanks dude!" America said then took off, finding other monsters to fight and people to help.

I ran the opposite direction, killing any monster in my path. As I ran, I saw demigods lying on the ground, either wounded or dead. An orange shirt flew above me, I had no idea who it belonged to or why it wasn't being worn, but I have a feeling that its owner was not well. Then, another shriek made me look up. It did not come from the drakon, it came from a small figure falling to the ground, smoking like a meteor. I looked at where she fell, a small circle of demigods formed around the figure.

A flying chariot landed, then a girl jumped off of the chariot and ran towards the group,"NO! Curse you, WHY?" I could hear all the hurt in her voice as she cradled the fallen warrior's head. I wondered what was the two girl's relationship was, I assumed that they were either sisters or really close friends.

I should never get lost in my thoughts again, because a giant almost decapitated me once again and pulled my head out of the clouds.

That bloody frog should be the one who gets threats to have their head cut clean off, the French did invent the guillotine.

I gripped my sword and charged at the monster, but before my sword even made contact with the giant, it fell down to the ground, dead and unmoving. "What the-"

"Ohonhonhon~ Angleterre, don't I get a kiss for saving you?"

"You didn't have to do that, I had centuries of training in wars, I could kill a giant with a hand tied behind my back!"

France shrugged, "I highly doubt that," I already held this frog's collar was about to strangle the him when someone yelled at us, "Could you please stop fighting? My comrades are dying at the moment, so yeah, it would be awesome if you guys could just finish your argument later." I looked towards the source of the voice. His sun-kissed hair matched perfectly with his sapphire blue eyes, in his hands was a bow and arrow, though his quiver was almost empty, he also had an uncanny resemblance with Apollo. I almost thought that the sun god had come down from Olympus and was fighting alongside us, until I noticed that he was only a child of Apollo.

"Oh..." I let go of the French idiot, hearing a satisfying THUD! When he fell on his ass, "Do forgive us, my...friend here was just being an asshole."

"Who are you calling-"

I had to kick him to shut him up, telling a demigod that he is speaking with the personifications of England and France might be...too much information.

"Erm...okay," the boy turned to leave but I saw him tense, and only had a few seconds to avoid an arrow shot by the demigod. "You're not the enemy, right?" The boy said as he notched a second arrow, I wanted to hit something. Fortunately, Francis was beside me, so I kicked him. He yelped in pain as I gave a forced smile to the boy, "Of course not, we're your allies,"

"Then what are you? I haven't seen your faces before, clearly you aren't demigods. Are you minor deities?" He asked, I stayed silent. "Answer," he aimed his arrow at me. I didn't want to risk any mortal to discover my real identity, I sighed. "You ask too much questions, you should know that curiosity killed the cat," I pulled out my wand and chanted a spell, which sent the demigod flying a few feet away from us.

"C'mon, frog. We can't let them know what we are." I said and pulled him along.

To clarify a few stuff I'll answer a couple of questions that are probably in your head:

Yes, Britain did meet some of the gods in the past like some of the other countries in this story.

The Apollo kid was actually Will Solace.

The demigods cannot know that they aren't the only ones fighting against Kronos.

I didn't update for so long because of family issues and junk.

I love you all and your continuous support for this story, I just wanna give you all cookies!

*Gives reader-chan cookies*

Hasta la pasta, demigods~