Hi everyone. So this is my first fanfiction and it's kind of a weird one. I was playing the Hunger Games simulator a few weeks ago and I used my favourite characters from my 4 favourite animes. Since I liked the outcome of the sim so much, I decided to turn it into a fanfiction. There will be lots of character interactions, some romance and some unexpected moments. And also, I don't own The Hunger Games, Death Note, Hetalia, Attack on Titan or Yuri On Ice! Anyway, enjoy! ;)
It was a hot summers morning and flowers were blooming in the beautiful fields that outskirted District 7. Sitting in that field reading, was a tall young muscular man with slicked back blond hair and a very serious expression on his face. The man was Germany, a tough and powerful country, who, despite his high levels of power, was very isolated and lonely.
Today was a big day for Germany. It was the day of the reaping. Every year, 2 able-bodied people from each of Japan's 12 districts would be chosen to participate in the country's very own Hunger Games. Germany had no idea as to why these games happened and frankly, he didn't want to know. He knew that him alone couldn't make a difference. Maybe the Games could be stopped if he formed an alliance but Germany was never one to make friends. Until that day.
As Germany was leaving the fields to get to the city square where the reaping would commence, he began to feel terrified. Sure the reaping happened every year and every single time, Germany was never chosen. But all he could think of was, what if this year was different. He knew that he couldn't show that he was scared, he was the mighty Germany after all, so he tried to keep his facial expression as tough and masculine as possible.
The city square was packed. Thousands, no, hundreds of thousands of people were all staring at the giant stage in front of them, with looks of terror on their faces. Germany had only just managed to join the others, who were waiting for their impending doom, when suddenly, a trumpet on a large TV screen above the stage began to play. The screen lit up and played the same old rubbish that Germany had seen every year, a video about how great the Games were. After the video, which Germany wasn't watching by the way, he was too busy thinking of how he was going to invade France, a pretty young woman with long blond hair, who was wearing a gothic lolita dress, walked onto the stage, along with a stern and tough looking man. The girl walked over to the small wooden podium in the middle of the stage, cleared her throat and then began to speak.
"Hello everyone and welcome to this years Hunger Games. It's an honor to be a part of this," she exclaimed, in her high pitched, slightly squeaky voice and with a giant smile on her face, which Germany just wanted to punch right off. She then carried on speaking, this time for a little while, about herself, but all Germany heard was that her name was Misa Amane and that she was an up-and-coming model. Germany didn't care to hear the rest of what she was saying but what he did care to hear was the name which would be said when Misa was announcing who would be participating in the Games. And it was a name which struck Germany with fear. "Ludwig Beilschmidt."
Germany froze. Out of all the hundreds and thousands of names that could have been chosen, why did it have to be his. Germany felt his chest tighten as he nervously walked up onto the stage. He felt like his world was spinning around but no matter what, he couldn't cry. This wasn't the German way of doing things. After Germany had made it to the stage, it was time for Misa to pick out the second name. "Feliciano Vargas."
Germany felt sorry for Feliciano, mainly because of how innocent and scared he looked. He was a skinny young man, who was trembling and crying as he got up onto the stage. In an ordinary situation, Germany would have looked down on a person like this but this was no ordinary situation. Feliciano had a right to be scared. The ceremony didn't last for much longer and after Germany and Feliciano shook hands, they were escorted to the train, which would take them to the training arena, by Misa and the stern looking man which Germany had seen on the stage earlier. As he stepped onto the train, Germany had the sudden realisation that he may never see his home again.
