Birth of Panem

Alfred trudged through the dust covered city, kicking pieces of the fallen building out of the way as he did.

There had to be at least a foot of soot everywhere. He glanced towards the sky to where the towers used to be. People ran around him shouted orders and looking for people.

Alfred forced himself to look away. Blood dribbled down from his forehead into his eyes. There was a big gash on his forehead an effect of the attack.

He marched into the Hospital, he was immediately greeted by President Bush. "Wheres New York?" He grumbled.

"Top floor." His Boss told him. He glanced at the head wound. "You should have that checked out before you go visit New York."

Alfred shook his head. "I'm a Country it'll heal quickly, besides there are many more with a lot worse that need checked on."

Bush nodded. "There is something we need to discuss."

Alfred frowned. "Can't it wait?"

"No, we need to take care of it as soon as possible." The President paused for a second. "We need to think carefully on our next move and how we are going to react-"

"How are going to react?" Alfred hissed his eyes narrowed. "I thought that was pretty obvious. We are going to demand Iran or Irag or whatever hands over whose responsible for this, or we are going to bomb them with everything we have!"America shouted.

His Boss flinched. "I understand your angry but we can't rush into this. We will get the guy who did this, but we can't just go and bomb them! Too many innocent people will be hurt..."

Alfred glared at him. "Innocent people getting hurt! Look outside Innocent people are getting hurt! How many more attacks like this is going to happen if we don't react now!"

His Boss nodded. "I'll see what I can do."

"You better!" He snapped. Alfred turned around and started marching over towards the elevator.

Almost as soon as he got out, he spotted New York in a bed nearby.

New York also known as Jame's Jones, was a medium height brunette, with Sky blue eyes like Alfred. The state was currently wrapped up in bandages, and hooked up to a bunch of machines. His eyes were glazed he didn't even look as Alfred approached him.

"Hey Jr. how you doing."Alfred asked sitting next to him.

New York glared at them. "What do you think!" He hissed. Jame's paused for a second before letting out a big sigh. "Sorry."

"It's alright." America told him. "You have every right to be mad."

"Alfred Jones?" A nurse asked.

He nodded.

"We found something we think you will be interested in." She told him nervously. "There's a young boy...we think he might be a nation."

Alfred frowned. "I'll be right back."

James just nodded.

Alfred fallowed the nurse to a nearby room.

Sitting on the bed was a little kid who looked around four. He had deathly pale skin, that clung to his bones, like he was starved. His hair color was faded to a point that you could barley make out the hair color. From what Alfred could tell it was mostly blond, with patches of red and black. His eyes seemed like the only thing that showed signs of life. They were a deep dark red.

Alfred walked up to the kid, with a big smile. "Hey there, what are you doing here?"

The kid shaked a little bit. "I don't know, I just...appeared..."

"He's right." The nurse mumbled behind him. "He seemed to just appear out of thin air."

Alfred frowned. He didn't know what it was about this boy, but something told him he was definitely a nation...but of where?

"Do you have a name?" Alfred asked, trying to encourage the child.

The kid shook his head.

Alfred continued to smile. "Alright we have to call you something how about...?Pelleas"

The kid smiled.

"Pelleas it is." Alfred said with a big smile. "Would you like to come with me Pelleas?"

Pelleas quickly nodded, his eyes sparkled with delight.

Alfred picked up the little nation. The kid clung to his side like his life depended on it.

The red eyed kid looked up at him. "You're not going to leave me are you?"

Alfred's eyes softened a little. "Of course not."


Alright that's chapter one of The Birth of Panem, before i go i have a few things to say. Curruption of a Son has almost nothing to do with this story. I just really liked the idea and decided to make it a story. For aheads up i'm a newer fan of Hetalia so i'm not so savy about it yet. So if there are a few mistakes tell me.

Please review if you think i should continue this story. -Yami Tenno