AN - So I was reading the Hunger Games the other day, and I had this random thought. "What would happen if the characters from SSBM and SSBB were used in a Hunger Games setting? (if a character is in both, like Link, they would look like their Brawl version, while if they were in only one, such as Roy in Melee, they would look like they do in the game they are in)" That thought prompted me to write THIS! Enjoy! Leave a review if you like it! Also, I saw that there were other fanfic crossovers like this, but I still wanted to do it, so here you go!

War. Terrible war. Widows, orphans, a motherless child.

This was the uprising that rocked our land.

Seventeen districts rebelled against the country that fed them, loved them, protected them.

Brother turned on brother until nothing remained.

And then came the peace, hard fought, sorely won.

A people rose up from the ashes and a new era was born.

But freedom has a cost.

When the traitors were defeated, we swore as a nation that we would never know this treason again.

And so it was decreed, that each year, the various districts of Super Smash would offer up in tribute forty citizens to fight to the death in a pageant of honor, courage, and sacrifice.

The lone victor, bathed in riches, would serve as a reminder of our generosity and our forgiveness.

This is how we remember our past.

This is how we safeguard our future.

Zelda, District 7

I sat on the ground, my back leaning against a rough tree trunk. Soft sunlight shone through the green leaves above, bathing me in various shades of gold and green. Inhale, exhale. I steadied my breaths, eyes closed. Might as well relax now. There wouldn't be much relaxing after today, not for three days. All would go back to being relatively normal by then.

Unless my name was called. Then there wouldn't be anymore relaxing until I died. The reaping in the square outside of the capitol was in two days. Two days until forty people were chosen to fight to the death, until only one remained.

I knew that if I was called, it wouldn't be me who won. The victor was almost always from districts 1, 3, or 5. No one knew why. People in each district only knew what went on in their own districts. The capitol made sure of that. Though, during the reaping, people talked to each other and information slipped through the cracks. Districts 1, 3 and 5's citizens never said anything during the reapings, unless it was to volunteer.

My district, 7, supplied the capitol with things like food and weapons. Weapons like swords, bows and arrows, and explosives. There were other, stranger weapons, like something I had only seen once, when I was 8.

"What's that?" 8 year old Zelda had asked her mother, referring to the object in her father's hands.

"That," Zelda's mother smiled at her child, "is something called a 'hookshot'."

Zelda looked confused. "A hookshoot?"

Her mother chuckled. "A hookshot. It's tip can shoot out and grab things."

The young girl's eyes lit up. "Can I try it?"

Zelda's father spoke up, winking at his child. "When you're older, maybe I'll let you try it."

I smiled at the memory. It was one of the very few pleasant memories I had since my parents died when I was 9. I was taken in by the farmer's family after that, but I never really felt comfortable around people besides my parents. The farmer and his wife had 9 children, which was very strange compared to the other families, who had around three children tops. It didn't make much sense to put me into a family of 9 kids when other families only had a few children. At the same time, though, the farmer's family was probably one of the most well off families in all of district 7, even with all the kids they needed to support. That was why I was placed with them, they were the only family with enough money to actually support me and were the only ones who even agreed to take in another child.

I never felt like I belonged in their large family. Only two of my adoptive siblings had ever made me feel comfortable. One was my younger sister, Avi, who was only 4 years younger than I. She had blonde hair like most of the farmer's family, and was so nice to me we became quick friends. The other was Link. He was a year older than me, but always treated me with kindness and could always make me laugh with some corny joke. He had shaggy dirty blonde hair and deep blue eyes.

If my name was called, I would miss them the most.

But what if they were called? I couldn't bear the thought of never seeing either of them again.

I stood and stretched, trying not to think about those kinds of depressing things. I had to get home before the sun fully set and help my adoptive mother, Millie, get the younger children ready for tomorrow. For the train ride to the reaping ceremony. Shaking the thought from my mind, I began to jog from the forest and back to the farm.

Link, District 7

Two days. Two days and the reaping will be over, but the sobbing and wails of the loved ones of the forty tributes will have just begun.

It pained me to think about these things, but I couldn't stop myself.

Who will be called? How young will they be, how inexperienced?

How soon will they die once stepping foot into the arena?

"Link!" The sound of my mother calling my name broke my train of thought, and I turned from the corn I was harvesting for the capitol back to my house. Mother stood in the doorway, holding something aloft. Curious, I picked up the bag of freshly harvested corn and jogged back to my home.

"Yeah, mom?" I questioned, joining her on our rickety porch.

"I found a little something in the baby's crib," she smirked goodnaturedly, and for the first time I noticed what she had held aloft moments before.

"I have no idea how my hat got in there," I defended myself, taking my cap and placing it over my shaggy, dirty blonde hair. "Bet it was Mido," I chuckled, thinking of my younger brother.

"Oh Link," mother smiled. "You can't blame everything on your siblings."

"I don't blame everything on them, only the stuff they actually do."

"Link, just last week you said that they-"

She was interrupted by someone running up onto the porch behind me. I didn't even need to turn to know who it was, they smelt of the crisp forest, Zelda's favorite spot.

"Zelda, how was the forest?" I smiled as I turned around to greet my adoptive sister.

She was dressed simply, a black sweatshirt over a gray tank top, with dark gray sweatpants covered in various grass stains from her extended time in the forest. Her dark brown hair hung loosely around her pointed ears and face, except for a chunk of hair on each side in the front which was tied in ribbons. Her ocean blue eyes looked troubled, though I knew it was just the reaping. She was nervous for it, we all were.

If only she knew that if boys were allowed to volunteer for girls, I would volunteer for her or any of my other siblings in a heartbeat. She's my sister as much as the rest of them.

If only I could. No boys volunteering for girls, no girls volunteering for boys. No volunteering for any people who don't come from your district. These rules have been in place since the first "pageant", as the capitol likes to call it. The districts call it the Hunger Games.

This year was number 107.

107 years of killing.

"Zelda? How was the forest?" I repeated myself, she hadn't answered yet. "Zelda?"

"Huh?" She looked at me, realizing she had been staring off into space, lost in her thoughts.

"The forest? How was it?" I gave her a lopsided smile in the quickly darkening light, trying to reassure her. She was thinking of the Games. I knew. She always got lost in her thoughts around this time. It had been going on ever since she moved in with us, 8 years prior.

Her parents had just died, she was only nine. She shut herself off, ignoring everyone, no matter how nice everyone was trying to be. In the end, the only people who got through to her were Avi and me. Once she started to open up, though, she was funny, charming, sweet, and very independent. I always loved that, and she and myself had bonded quickly.

"Oh, it was nice," she smiled, though I knew it was a mask hiding her true feelings.

Our mother smiled. "Dinner is in fifteen minutes, then we'll pack." With that, she turned and walked back into our old, rundown house.

I looked at Zelda, a smile on my face. "Come with me."

My sister raised an eyebrow, but followed me nonetheless down the porch steps and back to the cornfield. The sun had set a few minutes ago, and now stars glittered in the heavens above.

"Why are we doing this tonight?" Zelda tried to sound exasperated, but I knew that she was happy for me to be doing something to get her mind off of the Games.

"Because," I stated like it was obvious, because it should have been, "you're worried about the reaping, and for the next few days we won't be able to do this again, so we might as well do it now." With that, I grabbed her hand and ran into the cornfield.

"Ready?" She asked, not able to hold in her relief and happiness for getting a much needed distraction.

"Ready." I smiled as I closed my eyes and began to count to 10. I could hear the rustling of the corn slowly getting fainter as she moved away from me. "Ten!" I called out as I began wading through the cornfield, looking for my sister. Listening closely with my pointed ears, I could hear her moving to my left.

"I'm coming!" I called out to taunt her playfully.

"You'll never find me!" She yelled back, knowing full well it would give her position away.

Smirking, I bolted to my left, where her voice came from moments before. The rustling told me where she was running next, and I followed close behind. A flash of black fabric to my right, and then I could see her full form.

"Got ya!" I said, reaching out and grabbing her jacket, causing both of us to tumble to the ground, laughing.

"Wow, Link," she chuckled, sitting up. "bet that's one of your best times. Usually you take ten minutes to find me, not two."

"No way!" I grinned. "I have never taken more than four minutes, and that was because my ears were clogged from a cold!"

Zelda laughed, and I felt relieved that I had been successful in distracting her from the reaping.

"Zeeeelda! Liiiiink! Dinner!" Mother's voice rang out in the cool night air.

I stood and brushed myself off, then playfully bowed and held out my hand out. "Milady, may I escort you to supper?"

Standing, Zelda curtsied and placed her hand gracefully in mine. "Why of course, good sir. I am honored by your presence."

Laughing, I gripped her hand and ran for our house, Zelda giggling and running faster than me.

While this should have been a happy moment, however, I couldn't shake the feeling that it would be one of our last.

Peach, District 9

I stood by my bed, trying to decide what to bring with me for the train ride to the capitol, the day we stay, then the train ride back. The reaping occurs right outside of the capitol, with cameras and people everywhere, so if I don't want to look like a slob. It's hard to not look like a slob with the clothes I have, though.

One dress. A pair of shoes. Three pairs of pants and three shirts. That's what I got for being the daughter of a miner. District 9, miners and plumbers. Yippee.

I could have brought all of my clothes, if I wanted, and still have ample room in my bag for a small dog. So I brought them all.

Shoving all my clothes in the bag, I grabbed a picture of my mother and place it gently on top of the clothes. She was still alive. She just wanted to marry me off after father died so I could have a better life.

Not that this life was better. I had just married a plumber, Mario, who was at least ten years older than me, though he wouldn't tell me exactly how old he was. His brother, Luigi, lived with us in a shack.

My district was so poor, I actually was one of the most well off people there.

Sighing, I zipped the bag closed and laid down on my bed. Mario had let me have my own bed until I at least knew more about him. Closing my eyes, I fell into a restless sleep plagued by dreams of previous Games.

A circular clearing, forty people standing in a circle. The time is running out.

5

4

3

2

1

Everyone is running to the cornucopia in the center of them all, except for a few who turn and run immediately to the cover of the trees. I stand, rooted to my spot. Everyone is killing. Swords are ringing as they clash, and people are falling to the ground, their last breaths labored and painful.

My eyes fall on a child, no more than ten. He stands at the mouth of the cornucopia, holding a backpack in one of his small hands. Turning to run, there is someone blocking him, their entire demeanor screaming they come from District 1.

I need to save him, but my feet aren't moving.

"Kid!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Run!"

He doesn't, though. He is frozen in place, staring up at the man blocking his way. The man who just pulled out a sword.

"NOO!" I scream, trying to get the man's attention and save the child.

But I can't.

The man brings down the sword, and the little boy falls at his feet.

My vision is blurred by the tears flowing freely down my face. He died. No more than ten.

Suddenly, the man turned and looked directly at me. As he runs to me, I try to move, but still I am rooted to the ground. He is directly in front of me now, his mouth contorted in a smirk.

I sink to the ground as he raises his sword and brings it down on my head.

Peach, District 9

I awoke with a start. These dreams always plagued my sleep when reaping day approached. I had never been in the Games, but the boy and man I dreamed of were very real. I was only eleven, but was eligible for the reaping. Everyone is, once they reach the age of 5. It was the 96th Game, and the boy had been killed by a tribute from District 1.

Since then, I hated any tribute from 1.

They all deserved to die.

AN - Hope you enjoyed! I know that this chapter was not very exciting, but I wanted to try and establish how the Games were going to work in my story.

I wasn't very happy with how this chapter turned out, but I am going to edit it more.

Please leave a review if you see something that can be improved, or if you just enjoyed! Or if something was confusing, because I tried to not make it confusing, but I think it still is a little bit.

I'll try and update soon! In fact, I'm already working on the next chapter! (:

Thanks for reading!

Also, I separated each character's game by district, so here's a list for you.

District 1 - Metal Gear

District 2 - Kirby

District 3 - Metroid

District 4 - Pikmin

District 5 - Star Fox

District 6 - F-Zero

District 7 - Legend of Zelda

District 8 - Pokemon

District 9 - Mario Bros

District 10 - Fire Emblem

District 11 - Kid Icarus

District 12 - Ice Climber

District 13 - Game and Watch

District 14 - Donkey Kong

District 15 - Sonic the Hedgehog

District 16 - Earthbound

District 17 - Whatever game R.O.B. comes from (please somebody review and tell me what game he comes from)

There was no reason for why I put Kirby as District 2, or why Donkey Kong is District 14. (Except for Legend of Zelda as district 7, that was because of the fact that LoZ is my FAVORITE as well as the number 7) :)