#...i tried

okay then, hello anon! good to see you :)

Wait, this ship exists: wait, this ship exists??? woah I wasn't expecting it...but wasn't totally surprised too, bc it's just what hetalia is like lol

The aesthetic is lovely: in which I mean it as aph France and Poland will be having a fashion diva face-off. Change my mind

Neutral/No opinion: I haven't decided on whether I want to treat this as a ship I like, but I don't hate it (how can you it's France and Poland literally how can I) so I'll give the divas a neutral.

Annabeth sighed fondly, letting herself melt into Percy’s hug. His arms were wound around her waist, hands clasped at her stomach, his chin tucked on her shoulder. 

She supposed she technically had work to do. Riots to sort out, campers to wake up, game plans to make. 

But it could wait. 

Right now she was warm, safe. The coffee Percy had made her steaming on her desk, a brownie dyed the most horrific teal-blue she’d ever seen crumbling next to it. Blue prints to impressive buildings strewn across it- held down by weighted coins and pebbles. 

“Yeah, Percy?” She asked. 

“You gonna stay with us over the school year?” He mumbled into her shoulder. “My mum’s already planning a day of baking.” 

She smiled, trying to imagine Sally and Percy, arms full of baking ingredients and blue dye, planning a day full of nothing but baking as they walked through the supermarket. 

“Sounds great.” 

They stood there in the warm, soft silence for a few minutes. 

Finally she let herself pull away slightly. “I have to go wake the younger kids up.” 

“Do you really,” Percy wined. 

She laughed fondly. “Yes. I don’t want my head up on Dionysus’ wall.” 

“Oh as if he could even reach high enough to get your head.”