Otto Schnee looks out of his window to see the Third Reich lined up throughout the square, a perpetual salute being held by each soldier as far as the eye can see. He smiles slightly, his bald head gleaming in the sunrise. Europe is his.

It was simple to kill Hitler. When he had risen in the ranks of the Nazi Party, winning over politicians with his charming manner, Hitler had grown suspicious of his power and invited him to dinner, planning on assassinating Otto with his bodyguards. Hitler had no idea until the last minute that Otto had paid off the bodyguards weeks before - then offered them twice as much to kill Hitler.

He had called off the attacking of the Jews; Otto had no use for silly mythology that proved that Aryans were stronger and purer than any other race. He would easily prove that on the fields of battle. Minorities were somewhat left alone, and the rest waited with bated breath to see what would happen in Germany's quest for lebensraum.

And prove themselves Germany did. They stormed throughout Europe in the Blitzkrieg - the lightning war - finishing what Hitler had planned to start. With the help of a happily paid off General Franco, France and Switzerland had fallen easily, and the rest of those pathetic neutral countries fell with them. By this time, Britain had started to get antsy, but Otto had commanded his armies to invade them easily. There had been heavy losses, including his own nephew, but London raised up the swastika in only six months. Britain had been conquered. The King was deported to his old colony, Canada, along with the rest of the royal family. They executed Churchill publicly; the old man was too dangerous to still live. Then, broadcast live on television for the world to see with their own eyes, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey and the Tower of London had been burnt to the ground. The British Monarchy had been erased from its native soil.

Russia, worried about the power that Germany held over Europe, attacked instantly, but they hadn't counted in the fact that two brilliant German scientists, Kurt Diebner and Werner Heisenberg, had worked together with Danish physicists to create the ultimate weapon: an atomic bomb. Russia was bombed to the ground, and Diebner and Heisenberg had gotten their pick of the remaining lands of this once-great country.

The Americas had opted to stay out of the battle and Otto, delighted of their neutrality, advised Japan to stay away from Pearl Harbour and any American territories. Japan took the advice, and the Empire of the Rising Sun took over most of the Pacific. America and its allies let it happen, realizing the power Germany held with their atomic bombs. World War Two, the worst battle in all of history, was over.

Otto took to his feet, walking out onto the balcony. His cunning wife watched from behind, holding their only child in her arms. He felt the look of approval on his back and gave a grateful glance back towards her. Without Hana, Otto wouldn't have learned how to debate so well. He would still be a simple politician trying to argue against his betters, always failing to prove his points. Hana was his savior. In return, Otto had handed her the world; or at least as much of it as she had wanted. The only thing left to do was fulfill his own agenda.

Otto reveals himself to the public, prompting a massive 'Sieg Heil!' that echoes throughout the square. Otto waits for the excited crowd to finish their praise, then starts. "My dear people, we have won this War!"

The crowd roars again, and the cameras flash upon Otto, bathing the balcony with light. Otto resists the urge to squint and smiles, waving to the crowd. They have no idea of his plans. But when he revealed his plans for this new 'Wettbewerb', they will rejoice. They will bathe in the blood of the defeated. And Otto will be Fuhrer of the world.

Hey guys! Welcome to my newest SYOT, and I am very, very excited to do this one! If you can't tell, this is an alternate history SYOT, with Germany winning WWII. Wait, wait, don't lynch me, the Germans aren't as bad this time around. The Americas are left alone, Japan is its own empire, and all of Europe and parts of Asia and Africa are under the power of Germany. No Holocaust, no Pearl Harbour, no Hiroshima. It's just this. There will be thirteen 'districts', comprised of these:

The British Isles

France

Switzerland

Russia (Only Western Russia, Eastern is taken by Japan, and everything else, including Moscow, is bombed. The rest was left for Germany)

Baltacia (Sweden, Finland, Norway, Denmark, Lithuania)

Northern Europe (Belgium, Luxembourg, Austria, Romania)

Poland

Slavia (Greece, Yugoslavia, Albania, so on)

Iberia (Spain and Portugal)

Turkey

Italy

Afrikka (Countries in Northern Africa)

Those are the ones taken over. You guys will submit to those regions, one boy and one girl respectively for each. Keep in mind these things, first.

Keep names that fit with the region. There aren't really any Courtneys in Poland in this time period. And don't you dare give me an Ash. I will legitimately scream, I tell you!

This is the 1940s. LGBT rights aren't recognized very much, and there is still racism, although partially muted. Jews aren't persecuted, but have a bit of a bias against them.

Iberia and Italy are allowed to 'train' their tributes, due to their compliance in the war and their help of the Germans.

This is the first Games. Britain is still fuming, Switzerland is fuming, and NO ONE IS A PERFECT VOLUNTEER! They all barely know what's happening!

There won't be reservations unless I'm convinced otherwise, and I'll wait a bit before accepting your tribute, but there is a limit of two or three tributes, and that's stretching it a little. (If you show up, I'm looking at you Elim XD But your tributes are still great!)

I'll try to update somewhat frequently, but Distorted is a bit more important to me right now. Don't worry, this will still get love!

Finally, this is just for fun, and for me to explore history a bit more! Enjoy!

A special thanks to The Wandering Phantom for inspiring me to make this! Their story 'To Cry Peccavi' the only reason I had this idea, and I hope they accept this little story!

Without further ado, here is the form.

Name:

Age (12-18, same as always):

Gender:

Religion (If none, reply Atheist, but most will have some form of religion):

Region (See the list above):

Personality:

Backstory:

Appearance (Faceclaims are welcomed):

Thoughts on the War:

Preferred Weapons (Make it believable, guys. Something that they'd like to use, and something that they might have used before. Axes and knives come to mind easily):

Strengths:

Weaknesses:

Are They Open to Alliances? (Remember Iberia and Italy's advantages, guys):

Other:

That's it! No review tributes are accepted, and I'm looking forward to see your tributes! Hopefully, you'll find it in your heart to submit to this little story :D Until next time, TheAmazingJAJ