Yay Hunger Games! Lol I sound so hipster saying this, but this was yet another book series that I read before it became overwhelmingly popular.

I had no idea how original this plot is. I don't care, whatever! ^-^ I wanted to do a USUK Hunger Game crossover. Hopefully this idea is a bit different than some of the other crossovers out there.

Also, I'm thinking about making some of the later chapters 1st person. (I'm not telling you who, though) But I've never truly written like that before, so I'm not certain. Input is greatly appreciated. So r&r!

I don't own The Hunger Games or Axis Powers Hetalia, as much as I want to. So don't, idk, sue me or something.

Chapter One: An Echo

Panem plopped down on his luxury, genetically engineered ostrich plume stuffed, pillowed couch. Dear lord, those districts were a pain. He groaned and ran his hands through his bright fuchsia hair. Those people could find no end to the things they had to complain about. District 11 always complaining about their "outrageous" working hours. 12 was begging for more food to be sent to her district.

"You're resourceful people. You'll get by." he had responded, brushing her off brusquely.

"You have plenty of food! So much that you throw up in order to eat more! I'm not asking much, just a small portion every few months, PLEASE!" she had cried desperately.

His blue eyes, long ago repaired by laser surgery, turned cold. "You should have thought of that before you rebelled." She gasped. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a reaping to go watch. May the odds be ever in your favor, 12." Panem had turned and left briskly, leaving 12 crying silently and 2 smirking, as usual.

All the meetings seemed to go the same, nowadays. Maybe he needed to crack down harder. Send more Peacekeepers in. But they still obeyed his every command, that was good. There were perks to sending two representatives to fight each year, no one wanted that number to increase. Honestly, couldn't they all just be like 2 and himself and enjoy the games? Was that too much to ask?

The national anthem rose up all around him, courtesy of the surround sound speakers in his mansion. This was going to be another boring Hunger Games, he could tell already. He braced himself for the history of the nation. The Dark Days always made him feel… Uncomfortable.

"But the people of Panem rose up against the Capitol that fed them… cared for them… loved them."

Maybe it was the meeting earlier or some other reason, but a memory of a man dressed in a brilliant red coat crying on the ground entered his mind.

"Dammit, why?"

Panem put a violent lid on the rising memories. The past was the past. If he thought about it now, he would break down again. He wasn't the same person that he was back then. Yet one more memory flashed before his eyes.

"I'm sorry… You'll be… safe now…" The green jacket that he so often wore was soaked in blood.

"STOP!" screamed Panem, facing the memory that he hated the most to be pushed into the back of his mind. "Just st-stop."

"The District 1 tributes, Glimmer and Marvel!" the representative from the Capitol cried. He distracted himself by sizing up the tributes. Glimmer looked very , well, glimmery. She smiled sweetly for the cameras. She was going to use her charm and sexiness to win sponsors, most likely. Marvel was a bit lanky, but had an interesting glint in his eyes. He had a very good chance of winning as well. They would at least put up a good fight.

"America…" a voice said softly.

He froze. America… That was a name he hadn't heard in a long time.

"America." the familiar voice repeated.

"England…?" Panem breathed. He spun around. "England!?"

His love was standing there, gazing sadly at him. He looked the same as he did on that day. Messy blonde hair. Thick eyebrows. Beautiful green eyes. And his usual green jacket. An enormous red bloodstain sat a few centimeters from his heart.

Panem let out a choked sob. "Oh, Iggy! My Iggy. Y-You're-!" He threw himself off of the couch, almost tripping in his haste, and tried to envelop him in a tight hug…

…Only to pass right through him. "I-Iggy?!" Panem whispered, backing up slightly.

England put a transparent hand on his cheek, but he felt nothing except a small chill. "I'm only here in spirit. My physical form had been long gone from the Earth."

Panem broke down at this. "I-I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I couldn't protect you. R-Russia and you j-jumped and I couldn't stop you! I promised to protect you. I promised on my life! B-But you still died…" His shoulders wrenched with sobs. "And you died protecting me…!"

"Then what did you do with the rest of your life?" There was a surprising coldness to his voice.

The former superpower, now the only one left in the world, started. "I-I…" His voice hardened. "I created the greatest country that ever existed. No hint of rebellion, and everything runs smoothing. 12 districts and their Capitol, me." He really believed that, didn't he? This wasn't just justification, right?

"You created a corrupt society that sends 23 children to their deaths, while the privileged watch for entertainment." England said, his voice rising with anger and disgust. "I didn't fall in love with that. I didn't sacrifice myself for that. You changed alright, and not for the better. Whatever happened to freedom? Whatever happened to justice? Whatever happened to being a bloody hero?!"

Panem stared up at him numbly. "You died. I couldn't stand it. Where was your freedom? Where was your justice? Where-" His voice cracked and a tear fell down his face. "Where was your hero?"

His eyes softened and he gave at long sigh. "Idiot. I didn't want you to become this. You're so much better than this monster. I believe it"

Panem shook his head. "No. It's too late. I can't go back."

A desperate cry filled his ears. "I-I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!" A volunteer? From District 12? Impossible!

England turned his head towards the screen. "Perhaps not."

"No, Katniss! NO! You can't go!" a younger girl screamed, arms wrapped around the volunteer.

"No, Iggy, NO! Don't leave me, please! YOU CAN'T"

The dark haired girl walked up to the stage after another teen removed the girl from her waist. There was a determined, yet slightly frightened look upon her face. She scanned the audience until her eyes alighted on a tired and shocked looking woman. Then she turned and faced the woman who drew her name.

The brightly colored Capital representative was beaming. "What's your name?"

She swallowed. "Katniss Everdeen."

"I'll bet my buttons that was your sister. Don't want her to steal the glory, do we?"

Panem stared in shock. "Why…? She has to know that she won't-" It hit him. Katniss loved her sister. Loved her enough to die for her. Like England did. He took an immediate liking to her. What was that he would have said she had all those years ago?

American spirit. That's what it was. Except… He wasn't the one who perished. He was the one perished for. You have to win! Your sister can't end up like me. Numb. So numb. The only escape from the numbness was slaughter. And even that offered very little respite.

"Don't count her out yet. This one's a fighter." England said, as if reading his mind. Although he may be able to do just that. Their eyes met. "This girl… She's going to be the one to say you. Or destroy you. But you can't allow them to kill her. Understand?" Iggy's voice turned desperate. "I don't care what you do. Bribe, blackmail, or even threaten! But if she dies everything will be lost! And I'll never see you again."

This caught Panem's attention. "What do you mean?" He moved as close to England as he could without passing through him. His lover was still shorter than him, after everything that had happened .

"Promise me!" England snapped.

Panem was taken aback. "I-I promise."

As England gave a sigh of relief, his green eyes flickered to the digital clock on his wall. The sigh he gave now was a long, sad one. "My time is almost up. I'm going to have to leave any moment now."

"No, you can't leave me again! Not when I finally got to see you again!" The tears flowed freely down his cheek, and he could have sworn that Iggy's eyes were glistening as well.

England leaned forward and gave him a long kiss. There was a long dormant stirring and ache in his heart, even if he couldn't feel his dead lover's lips. A warmth spread from his mouth and through his entire body. Panem could feel all the coldness piled up over the years melting away.

Smiling sadly, the former empire pulled away. "If you do as I say, we'll be seeing each other sooner than you expect, I promise." The clock chimed. "I love you, America." His transparent body began to glow.

"Wait!"

There was a flash, and he was gone.

He fell down to the ground. "I love you too." Panem whispered into the cold, unforgiving tile.