Alfred F. Jones. An extremely unusual name for someone who lived in District 12.

Everyone in District 12 knew Alfred, well, a part of him anyway. He's parentless, homeless and jobless. He has nothing. Yet, he managed to survive all these years. Katniss had seen him ever since she was 5 years old. She asked Greasy Sae about the peculiar man, someone who should've been around before Alfred since he looked around 19 years old. Greasy Sae doesn't know either, she said that there were rumours that he was a robot made by the Capitol so they could keep an extra eye on District 12. I mean, how else is he able to survive this long without food, or a job, or anything, really.

Alfred was constantly seen sitting by the wired fences, staring unblinkingly into the forests. He watches as the sun sets in the distance and every morning, he would be there to watch the sunrise. Katniss was afraid of him because he kept watching the forests, she was afraid that he would tell the Capitol of her hunting trips and endanger her family and Gale's, but nothing ever happened.

Alfred never attended the Reapings, nor did he watch The Hunger Games. She wondered why he wasn't punished because of that. Everyone seemed to believe that he was a robot from the Capitol, so they did their very best to avoid him entirely.

Today was Reaping day, Primrose's first Reaping day. Katniss woke up to the sounds of her screaming in the morning, crying of fear if she got chosen. It was that day when she got outside to see Alfred staring at her house. Katniss flinched back when she made eye contact with those piercing blue eyes which held such conflicting emotions. He must've heard Prim's screaming, what was Katniss thought. She didn't dare move until Alfred turned away and continued to stare into the woods.

Katniss had never been so wary and scared in her life. She shuffled towards the broken parts of the electric fence, keeping an eye on Alfred, making sure he never left her sights. When she was sure he wouldn't do anything, she quickly ducked under the opening of the fence and ran into the woods.

Alfred pulled up his knees, wrapped his arms around them and ducked his head in, he tried blinking away the tears. The screams of that young child, Primrose Everdeen, reminded him of everything that had happened to him and what once was his beautiful country. He could hear the screams ringing in his head and he tried blocking it out by covering his ears. Flashbacks of 100 years ago, the year when Panem overruled America. The country was a sadist, a menace to society. America and his fellow countries knew this. America watched as Panem destroyed everything he had built for his citizens, he watched as Panem killed off his beloved countries. His brother, Canada, England, France, everyone.

But… America knew they weren't dead. No, they couldn't be. The deserted continents of South America, Africa, Europe, Asia and Oceania. They had to be there. But he did know that if they were still alive, they were in an extremely fragile state. No economy or population to keep their immortality. One wrong move and they're dead for good.

America tried to think of something to cover the screams when England's words resonated, "Don't give up, America… We'll find a way to free you, together." Was his last words before his body went cold in America's arms.

"Alfred F. Jones," America lifted his head and turned around slowly to face one of the Peacekeepers of District 12. The Peacekeeper was standing, at least, 2 metres away from America, as ordered by Panem. America was 'dangerous'.

"I was given strict orders by President Snow and the country of Panem that you attend the Reaping this year." The Peacekeeper said. America slowly blinked and nodded. He watched the Peacekeeper walk away. A few minutes of sitting there, he finally stood up when he saw the hovercraft fly above them. America took a deep breath and trudged towards the centre of the District. He fixed his bomber jacket which still had the number 50 behind him, he missed his states.

When he arrived, he didn't bother lining up with the rest of his age group. He stood outside the area, very out of place with his bright blonde hair and unnatural blue eyes. A woman, Effie Trinket, he had memorised her name after all these years despite not attending the Reaping, had just finished her long speech, she also finished previewing on the TV screens on why The Hunger Games takes place, "As usual, females first!" She chirped before making her way towards the glass bowl in her high heels. The tension and suspense was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. She walked back with a piece of paper and cleared her throat before reading out the name.

"Primrose Everdeen."

America flinched when the name was called out, he watched in pity as the young girl stiffly walked towards the stage, her body visibly shaking. That was when Katniss pushed through the crowd of 16-year-old girls and screamed for her younger sister's name. The Peacekeepers kept her back before she yelled out something that had everyone still.

"I volunteer as tribute!"

Katniss was freed from the Peacekeeper's grasps and ran towards Prim, hugging her tightly. Katniss whispered something in her ears before she pulled away. Gale had to run in to grab Prim to stop her from chasing after Katniss, the 12-year-old kicking, flailing and screaming. It was painful for America to watch.

"What's your name, dear?" Effie asked.

"... Katniss Everdeen…"

"Well, I bet that was your sister back there, wasn't it?"

"Yes."

America knew who was going to get chosen for the male tributes. It wasn't like Panem to ask him to go to the Reaping and expect nothing bad will happen to the ex-nation.

"Alfred F. Jones." Once again, the entire District went silent as they turned around to face America. America didn't think anyone would notice him until now. He just walked towards the stage without any sort of complaint and stood next to Effie, he didn't bother shaking her hand.

"Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favour!" Effie giggled before bringing the two tributes into the building with her. It was so unlike America to keep an emotionless face, he used to be so cheerful. Katniss looked too cautious of him, she kept her distance away from him even as the two were placed into the carriage to be taken to the Capitol.

Effie Trinket was describing everything about the Capitol, how amazing and nice it was. Honestly, it sounded like what the cities of America used to be. Now it's just drowned in water, in Districts or an arena.

The three had entered the train to the Capitol and neither of the two tributes had said a word to each other. America didn't want to get attached to Katniss, yet he didn't wish for her death. He didn't want to kill her. He didn't want to kill anyone. All he wanted was to save them.

'Yes… save them… I'm the hero, after all.' America thought in fake cheer. But he knew deep down, he couldn't do it. He couldn't save them.