Panem grinned as he watched one tributes head get severed from there body. The other nations, however looked discussed. But he didn't care these where his games. We all know the rules of the hunger games only one can survive. Smiling once more as another tribute fell to the grown, blood gushing from his mouth. Panem brushed a few stray strands of blond hair from his face. He looked vary similar to the former America, but his hair was shorter, his eyes where still blue and his hair still blond. His face was a similar structure to Americas as well. But he was completely different from America, he was blood thirsty always craving violence. So unlike the loudmouth idiot who was always stuffing his face, the other nations feared him, evened Russia was afraid of him. But maybe that was a good thing, maybe it was a bad thing. But he could care less as he watches the blood bath before him.