A/N: Hey! Okay, here's something new—I got a request to do a Kingdom Keepers/Hunger Games Crossover. Soooo…here it is! Let me know what you think!

Disclaimer: I don't own Kingdom Keepers, Hunger Games, or the Nutella company. But I do own three different Peeta posters! …heheh…not obsessive at all…

—Prologue—

It was their usual routine. Get up, go to school, come home, homework, dinner, cross over. But something was different about crossing over this time. Instead of entering the Walt Disney World Parks, they saw…an open space, filled with the looks of terrified children. And there was…a stage…with lights and two huge screens, one on each side. And, on the stage, were two glass bowls filled with white paper slips. What's with that? Everything was dismal, bland, and dreary; browns and grays and the broken-down looks of things just looked…dystopian. The men and women in white full-body armor and the odd, flamboyantly dressed woman in bright colors on the stage gave away their exact location: Panem.

Willa's POV

The first thing I thought when I crossed over was, "What?" I had no idea where the heck I was. I looked around for any of the other Keepers, but I only saw the bright red head of hair standing about fifty feet away from me. Knowing it was Philby, I walked over to him to find out what was going on. But…he wasn't wearing the usual black attire for crossing over. I looked down at myself. Neither was I. We were wearing outfits that looked somewhat from the Great Depression. Pastel greens, pinks, yellows, and blues filled the crowd's wardrobe. All the girls were either wearing dresses or skirts, and the boys wore a dress shirt and slacks. I scanned the crowd. Boys on one side girls on the other, with parents and smaller children near the back. The groups of boys and girls in the front looked about the ages from twelve to eighteen, but…

That's when I knew what was going on. It was the Reaping for the Hunger Games. No no no no no no no…this couldn't be happening! Where were the others? Were they in different Districts? Why couldn't we be in Disney World, fighting off the Overtakers? …Well, either way, someone will be trying to kill me.

"Willa!" Philby called out to me. I rushed the remaining way over to him.

"Philby, this is not good."

"Why? Where are we? What's happening? Where's everyone else?"

"You ever seen Hunger Games? Or read it?"

"No. What's going on?"

"Philby, we're at the Reaping. It's where they pick one boy and one girl to fight to the death against twenty three other people. And we have to be here—it's the law."

"So…what are we gonna do?" He said, surprisingly calm.

I sighed. "I guess that we hope that we aren't reaped. No matter what happens—if either one of us is reaped, or the other isn't—we don't volunteer. At least one of us should be able to escape with our lives." He agreed with me. "We should get going," I said, "Meet me here afterwards."

He gave a curt nod and walked over to sign in. I did the same. I waited in line to get my finger pricked. I thought about how many times my name was in there. I was fourteen, so three times, unless I took tesserae. Wait…if I just now got to Panem, did I take tesserae or not…? Nevermind. I had no time to think, since the escort had just entered the stage.

"Welcome! Welcome, welcome. Happy Hunger Games! And, may the odds be ever in your favor," she said with her thick Capitol accent. "Now, before we begin, we have a very special film brought to you all the way from the Capitol!" We turned our attention towards the screen, where President Snow's voice filled the speakers, narrating the Propaganda Film.

"Now, the time has come to select one courageous young man and woman for the honor of representing District 3 in the seventy-fourth annual Hunger Games."

Huh. I guess we're in District 3. Cool! I'm from the technology District!

"As usual," she continued, "boys first."

Wait, what? I thought it's ladies first!

She dug her hand deep into the bowl, and, with a flick of her wrist, dramatically pulled her hand out, now occupied with a single paper slip. The click of her heels on the stage echoed out through the crowd. My heart beat fast. A thousand questions ran through my mind: What if that's Philby's name? What if it's not? What if he volunteers? What if I'm next? What if I go without him? There was a knot in my stomach that wouldn't cease to stop aching. I felt as if I were going to get sick, no matter whose name it was. They were going to be slaughtered. I felt weak as the escort opened the slip of paper. All my muscles went limp and I almost fell over as she read with excitement…

"Dell Philby!"

My head snapped over to look at him. I saw him cringe and start breathing faster as he slowly made his way to the stage. Beads of sweat started forming on his forehead and upper lip, while his whole body shook.

"And, now, for the girls," the escort said, wanting to get this Reaping over with. She walked more quickly and didn't take as much time picking a name out of the glass bowl.

"Thalia Pearson!"

I heard a loud gasp from right beside me. It was a girl's, about twelve years old. All heads turned towards her. Her bottom lip quivered and face turned red.

"Well, come on up!" the escort said, encouraging her to come up to the stage.

Thalia took small, shaky steps toward the stage. Right then, I knew what must be done. There was an inner part of me that said, "Do it. You have to." But another part of me willed for the easy way out: say goodbye to Philby, and watch the Games like the rest of the District. But I couldn't let him do this alone. And that poor little girl. Her first Reaping, and she's most likely going to die in the bloodbath. She's got her whole life ahead of her. I know what must be done. So I, as best I can, take confident strides after the girl and say the four words that are the ultimate sacrifice: "I volunteer as Tribute!"

A/N: There it is! Hope you liked it! More to come! Oh, and…

Please review! First crossover story. Oh, and don't worry. Katniss and Peeta, and Rue, and the Career pack will all be in here, too! :)