Summery: Everyone has put up with the Hunger Games for years, but what happens when our beloved Hetalia characters are chosen to fight to the death? Hell hath no fury like a fangirls scorn.
Warnings: fan characters, violence, gore, death
I wanted to read a Hetalia Hunger Games crossover, but I might suffocate in the process. Each chapter will be in each separate district, starting with twelve. Enjoy!
We were all gathered in the square that day. Everyone around me was saying crap like "Happy Hunger games!" and "May the odds be ever in your favor!" When had the odds been ever in our favor? My name is Twill Century. I am part of a group that fights to protect what is left of the past world alive, the nations. We protect them because if the capitol found out about them, they would be tortured and used like dogs to crush any rebellion. I have been a member of the Protect the Hetalians, or the PTH, ever since I was five years old. This year I get serious, this is the year I participate in my first reaping. I turned twelve only four days ago. In the PTH when you turn twelve you must take an oath to protect the nations at whatever cost that may be, even if it means leaving behind your family to fight to the death in the arena. Very few know the existence of our group, but those who do help us sometimes, like some people at the Hob. I am standing in the roped of area with the rest of my comrades. My sister, who is too old to participate, braided my short auburn hair only this morning. She tried to reassure me that my name won't be drawn, that I won't have to leave. But I only looked at her with sad eyes, for it was this year that I volunteered to, if necessary, volunteer for our nation. It hasn't happened yet, but if our nation was drawn, one of the members would have to volunteer. Most of the time we have volunteers, but sometimes we have to draw straws. Being a citizen of district twelve, I am used to hardships. But sometimes I just need something to hope for. I looked around anxiously for our nation. It wasn't long until I saw her, the girl with short blonde hair and a purple bow. Her name is Liechtenstein, though we call her Lili. She looks about 15 or so but she is much older than that mind you. When she arrived in our district the PTH had to give her a last name of Lili Verloren. Verloren is a word from an older language that means lost. I wasn't born at the time, but from what I hear from the old timers when they first found her she was like a lost kitten. She was separated from her brother when they were fleeing from peace keepers in the forest. The strong went out to look for him, but they had no such luck. No one would say it out loud but we all assumed that he died. Lili turned her head towards me and stared at me with a look of dread and worry. My face became seldom and I nodded to her, sending a secret message. In front of us the screen lit up with the image of President Snow. That wasn't right. He never did this before!
"Good evening citizens of Panem! As a special twist to this year Hunger Games if a tribune is chosen they will not be able to accept a volunteer. That is all." And the screen went black.
What? No volunteers? I looked around to my fellow PTH members. They all had the same expression on their faces. We had never thought that this would happen, it was unexpected. I stood there, hoping and praying to whoever was out there that Lili wouldn't be chosen. I heard Effie Trinkets voice boom over the microphone, but I didn't pay attention to what she was saying until she made her way over to the glass bowl with the girl's names in them. I watched anxiously as her hand fluttered over the different slips of paper until she finally picked one. She walked over to the podium and slowly opened the piece of paper. Those next words are words I will never forget.
"Lili Verloren!"
The name rang in my head. Lili Verloren. Liechtenstein. Liechtenstein! I looked over at my comrades and saw they were trying to hatch a plan. The peace keepers came forward and began escorting Lili to the stage. With each step the feeling of anger and pain grow in the pit of my stomach. Each step brought me more pain and agony. I had a decision to make, break my oath and watch her march off to her death, or do the unthinkable. Before I could change my mind I let out a bloodcurdling scream, jumped over the ropes, and launched myself at one of the peace keepers. The others followed in my example. I heard more battle cries and pounding into the gravel. Before everyone recovered from their shock, I grabbed Lili's hand and ran for the fence. I'm pretty sure we had pursuers, but they were taken down by rabid girls who all of the sudden had lost the fear of death. When we reached the fence I rushed Lili under first before looking back. I only saw it for a second, but it was horrifying. Tens of girls were lying limp on the ground dead, other was bleeding to death, and the rest were fighting off peace keepers. I would've frozen in place if Lili didn't yell my name. I dove under the fence and sprinted into the woods as if hell itself were at my heels.
What did you think? Short I know but I need a break sometimes. Review please~!