I do not own the Hunger Games or Hetalia. No Hunger Game characters will appear in this fanfiction but most of the Hetalia characters will. Takes place in 21st century Earth. All Hetalia characters are humans and are called by their human names in this fanfiction.

This is my first fanfiction, please leave me feedback and I will try to improve along the way. I'll be updating on a regular bases all month to celebrate National Writing Month.

Enough of this introduction, now on with the story. Enjoy :)


It was only until two weeks after the space ships had arrived and taken their place over each country did the world get an explanation. The Space ships had just been floating in the sky, each a certain size that matched whatever country they were flying over. Many countries had tried fighting them, but they were to quick to learn their lesson when their armies would be destroyed by large power beams raining down on them. The world was living in a paranoid fear the past few weeks. When a response from the space ships came relief and new worries came as well.

Feliciano Vargas was in his home in Italy, eating a pasta dinner with his brother Lovino when the message was made. Their small T.V in their kitchen had sprung to life, a lady with horns and a pure white skin with blue glowing tattoos appeared on the screen, wearing a black dress that had a glowing pattern that resembled galaxies. Feliciano jumped back in surprised as did his brother. The lady poked her claw like fingers into her neck and almost seemed to be picking at something in her throat. She then coughed a bit and spoke.

"Hello earthleens. My name is," She then made a growling hissing noise followed by a clicking pop, "Which roughly translates to Matara in your human language. I am the leader of the Atakano race of conquers, mass rulers of the Galaxy, " said Matara, her voice sounding like hundreds of voices speaking at once in different languages, Feliciano and Lovino picking up the voice that spoke Italian "I suppose you all have been wondering why we Atakanos have been watching you. I would like to begin that we are a mighty force in the galaxy and we have come over looking for another planet to conquer. After watching you all for a while I would say this planet is suitable for us to colonize on, yet you 'humans', that you call yourselves, have done a great damage to this planet. We don't like that and feel like a compromise would be useless and time consuming. I want to destroy this entire race and start anew."

"But after speaking with my people, we have decided not to do such a thing. Instead we decided that we will give you a chance. And here is our proposition."

"Each country will send one person to fight to the death in a large battle. The last human standing wins. Whichever country that human is from will be spared and allowed to live side by side with their new conquerors. Your 'tribute' will be chosen at random by the list of names we have from your records. Because we are not complete monsters, we will make sure your 'tribute' must be at least of 15 years. We will announce the tributes of each country in three days. We'll give you more information when the time comes. We will have a representative arrive at each of your capitals to take your tribute to our main ship to prepare for battle. I will see you in three days." She finished, the T.V cutting to black.

Feliciano let out a whimper of fear when loud screams and crashes were heard from the street. Lovino ran over to the window to see what all the noise was. The streets were flooded with screaming people running around with no particular destination.

"Lovino! This is terrible, we're going to die! We're going to die!" Feliciano cried, freaking out in an almost comical way.

"Feliciano, snap out of it! We still have a chance and plus I don't think the government would let this happen." Lovino told him, wondering how the government will handle the situation." Calm down will you! We're not going to die! Plus I don't think those aliens will go through with it. I mean they can't, can they?" Lovino told Feliciano, trying to calm his brother down though he was screaming inside as well.

Ludwig Beilschmidt was also with his brother in Germany when the announcement was made, though they reacted quite differently. Ludwig was quite outraged while his brother, Gilbert, was confident that their country will survive.

"Don't worry about it Ludwig, we're totally going to survive. Our entire country is too awesome to lose!' Gilbert told Ludwig. Ludwig glared at his drunk brother, who hadn't fully grasped the idea there is still a huge possibility they will die.

"Are you insane? They are selecting by random! For all we can know they will pick the name for a crippled old lady who only has a few days to live! I can't believe this is happening! Something should be done about this!"

"Calm down Ludwig, it's not that bad. We have, like, three days? That should be enough time to do whatever we want before we are all obliterated into dust," Gilbert joked, laughing as he served himself another mug of beer. Ludwig growled and slammed his hand to the counter of their kitchen.

"You're drunk! You don't know what you're talking about! We're going to die and you're acting as if there is nothing to worry about!" Ludwig yelled but sighed as depression hit him. There is no way this could be happening, but yet it was. God, please don't let them pick someone weak and stupid, thought Ludwig paced up and down his living room and stop, oh god, please don't let them pick me he thought. He looked over to his brother who was happily drinking away his worries. Ludwig sighed and tiredly walked over to Gilbert."But you're right, we still have three days left before our tribute is announced, might as well make the most of it," Ludwig said as he poured himself a glass of beer as well.

Kiku Honda sat outside his house in Japan, staring into the sky to the giant white spaceship that hovered above his country. Please don't let me be picked, he prayed to himself knowing there was no use. He was going to die anyway, there is no way his country can win. The entire situation was relying on luck, to which he had run out of. He visited a fortune teller at a festival a few weeks back, and she had read his card. Death, she said, will follow him soon and claim him. He sighed in despair as he thought of all the things he never got to do. He stared back at the space ship and prayed that he wouldn't get picked knowing it was pointless.