Hello! This is my first posted fanfic, hopefully you like it. I just wanted to put out a Hunger Games X FMA fanfic cuz the other ones kind of bug me.
So i hope you all enjoy :)

summary: During Ed's travels west he came along the country called 'Panem' in the midst of a miniature rebellion. After it fails security is heightened and Ed is trapped in the Twelfth District Until his name comes up in the 52nd Reaping. Unfortunately his young, borderline-depressed mentor, Haymitch and tributes that remind him of his dear brother aren't the only problems he has to face. An old face appears, one of the only ones he hadn't been wishing to see again.

ummm: brotherhoodverse, Takes place after the end of the manga, probably some spoilers, takes place waaay before the Hunger Games main story-line, the time-line is kind of messed up...

possible Edvy in later chapters (haven't decided yet)
I think that's it, let the fanfic begin!

Ed stretched his arms above his head, looking into the mirror out of the corner of his golden eyes. He shouldn't be a part of this, this wasn't even his land.
He breathed harshly through his nostrils and flung open his closet drawer. He pulled out his black khakis and shirt. He wasn't going to dress himself up like some prized pig for their competition; for their 'reaping'. Besides wasn't the point to represent your district? His 'district' was far far to the east of this hellhole.
Ed knelt in front of the chest at the foot of his bed, taking the key out of the small pocket in his khakis where it stayed. He unlocked it and shoved the lid open to reveal BRIGHT red.
He whipped the coat out and had it on in a flurry of colour.
He could almost swear he felt heat radiating from the symbol; sensei's symbol HIS symbol, on the back.
It was his own small rebellion. Let them try to stop him from going to the reaping like this.
He pulled the watch out of his coat pocket and flipped it open. It still ran on time.
'Don't forget' still engraved on the lid. He could feel the familiar weight underneath his gloved hand and let it click shut, tucking it safely into his pocket again.
The house around him made not one noise. He had gotten used to the silence long ago. There was no more soft clinking as Al moved around in his armor, or even the soft rustling of that early-bird's clothes as he moved around in his new-old human body.
Ed sighed again. The pain of losing him again did not fade with time, if anything the pain had gotten sharper. He'd headed west and that had been it. He wondered if anyone was even expecting or waiting for him to return by now.
Ed let the door to his 'home' clicked shut behind him as he moved through town on his way to some sort of food before another girl and boy were sent to their death at the hands of this crazy country's leaders. Even after all he'd seen it made him sick. He tried to detach himself from this land and its people. It wasn't his, they weren't his, but he couldn't help it. He almost wanted to be picked so he could travel to the 'capitol' and beat their 'president snow' to a bloody pulp. Even after losing his alchemy, it didn't mean he was any less proficient with his other skills.
The streets SHOULD have been empty; they usually were on the day of the reaping. He made his way through the small groups of people huddling and whispering quietly.
Ed did not live too far away from the poorest part of the district. He made enough to get by, by using the skills he had acquired in his own land. He was pretty good with construction, fitting things together to make something new, it was almost like alchemy. Almost.
He wasn't yet old enough to work in the coal mines but he was sure that as soon as he was that would probably be where he went. Working underground, surrounded by shadows and materials he had once used in transmutations. He could imagine no worse torture and even so far away and after this time, he had no doubt he would see pride's eyes in every flickering shadow of those tunnels. See the ghosts of those that had been lost. He'd tried to move on and ignore all that happened, even before he'd gone west. But he wasn't supposed to forget. He was never supposed to forget. So he'd just have to move on his way, walking tall and accepting it.
He attracted stares walking into Greasy Sae's soup den. He was sure the looks had been following him since he left the house. A bright red Military coat was certainly not common clothing around here. Of course he'd never really blended into the town here. Blond haired and fair skinned he'd looked comically out of place with the dark, gray eyed people of district twelve. He' come in through a hole in the fence during some sort of riot, the noise and explosions from the chaos had sent him into a practiced urge to fight and when the 'peacekeepers' -as he now knew they were called- regained control the fence he'd come through was fixed, electrified and had become heavily guarded, some young guy from down in the seam had started the tiny rebellion. They had wanted to throw the peacekeepers from their district. He was well known in the seam apparently and when the Peacekeepers had caught him selling black market meat they'd taken him and made a public scene. Unfortunately it had the opposite affect and angered the Twelves. A few words from him and they'd gone into a full scale riot, one chaotic enough, even someone like Ed wouldn't be noticed sneaking in. The riot was quashed, the young man was killed in the fighting, and Ed was soon noticed; now it was impossible to sneak away. Now that he knew what Panem was like Ed wished the tiny rebellion had succeeded.
Ed finished his soup and left a few coins on the counter. More than was asked for what he ate but he had never had much use for money.
Of course throwing money around like he did only added to people's suspicions of him. With his golden hair and eyes, many thought he was from the capitol. Even the way he walked was different. He had become a sort of enigma or poltergeist in his short time here.
Ed took a few steps from Greasy Sae's shop and felt something bump into his leg; he looked down startled and saw a small child on his butt in the dirt. He was rubbing his face and looking read to cry.
Ed grimaced; stupid kid had run into his automail leg.
"Hey hey hey, don't cry now" Ed knelt next to him. Yelling certainly wasn't going to do anything
Ed ruffled his hair, the kid looked confused. Maybe he was too scared to cry. Most kids acted really polite around him, thinking he was secretly a spy for the capitol, telling them who to take away to the games.
"Come on, you're a tough kid" Ed grinned at him. He remembered Nina Tucker, what a sweet girl, killed because of selfish adult greed. Every child that was forced into the hunger games seemed to meet the same fate.
"Get away from him" A voice shrieked behind him and rough hands yanked him away from the child
A woman rushed to the boy and held him tight to her chest, snarling like a rabid dog at Ed.
Ed didn't linger for long and slid away, making his way through the crowd.
In the heart of the seam he looked even more out of place; there were a few people who looked a bit like him in the richer parts of town.
Ed checked the time on his state alchemist watch. 12:43.
He still had a long time before the reaping
Ed made a sharp turn left and continued to the edge of town where the once useless fence stood tall and dangerous between him and the outside world. He looked up at the peacekeepers guarding it.
He gazed past the lightly buzzing wires to the bright green of the outside world. Far away there was a train track, and if you took it east a whole other world awaited. One that these people didn't seem to know a thing about. They figured they were all there was.
But out there Ed's home still stood and hopefully his family still stood. And Ed's greatest wish was to go back there, hell he even missed the bastard Colonel. All he wanted was to go home.
Ed turned back to the district, seeing the seam practically dyed gray from all the coal dust. Even the plain dirt beneath his military boots was gray
Ed began to head back through the Seam, going from the poorest area of the district and into the richer parts as the hour of the Reaping grew closer and closer. He blended in better with the richer part of Twelve. But he was still out of place, he would never belong.
As Ed walked past the mayor's house his watch's ticking seemed to grow slightly louder.
He walked in to the square along with many other young teenagers from this district. They all had the same look of desolation and despair on their face.
At least in one way he DID belong, all young people here were hardened. Not by warfare as he was, but they were not happy or carefree. And that just made everything all the more sad.
Ed lined up in his age group with the other boys. His name was not in there as many times as any of theirs. In that way the odds were in his favor. He had only been here one year and never had he had to apply for a tessera, he had made a living and lived off the little he had.
It was surprising how quickly he'd realized what an awful place this was.
The great clock in the square chimed out two and the last of the possible tributes lined up and stood still. Even fidgeting seemed like it was forbidden on such a solemn day.
The mayor stands up at the podium and reads the history of this country they call Panem. The first year Ed listened to it. And he had been appalled. He had never thought any country could be worse than Amestris during war times. But this was what they called PEACE. The capitol could not possibly be as bad as the homunculi would've been. That was inarguable. At least, Ed wished it was that simple, but at least, with the homunculi, everything was done with fast. They were not forced to see children murder each other in a disturbing gladiator arena. Their pain was not prolonged. It would have been a quick death for everyone. No one was forced to live to see though it. In Panem this torture had gone on for Over 50 years.
Ed couldn't believe he thought this, but he almost wished the Homunculi would come and kill this 'Panem' and end the suffering of its people. Almost.
"It is both a time of thanks and repentance"
Ed didn't bother to quiet his snort. He wasn't even truly PART of this mess and he knew these people had nothing to 'repent' for.
He reads the list of past victors, the number is frighteningly low. But it's understandable, this district is poor, its people are already half starving when they go into the games.
Effie trinket sits in a chair behind the mayor, her pink hair tall and her feet not even touching the ground. Her pasted-on-grin falters at the low name count.
Ed sneered at the unnatural woman, of course she couldn't actually see him in the crowd of other children but he threw every feeling of hatred he had at her anyway.
Oh poor you. He thought maliciously representing a poor district that never turns out any winners because YOUR people abandoned them
The only winner of the Games still alive this year sauntered slowly up the steps. He had won two years ago; just before Ed had come to Panem. As Ed squinted he saw he was not sauntering but lightly swaying as if he'd had a few too many to drink. He didn't even attempt to make eye contact before plunking forcefully down in a chair.
His name was Haymitch Abernathy; he didn't look much older than Ed himself. But his eyes had the same look Ed saw in the mirror. This man knew battle like Ed did, he knew bloodshed, and he knew what it was to kill. And to run.
His face was in a taut scowl, his eyes hard.
The district clapped for him as was necessary but it was disheartened and filled with hopelessness. Even the mayor looked saddened as he introduces Effie Trinket. He has reason to. His children are in the reaping too.
Effie goes up to the podium beaming. She obviously wants to hide that she has no hope for twelve either.
"Happy hunger games!" she cried cheerily, and Ed felt like punching her in the face
"And may the odds be EVER in your favour"
They are, but that doesn't make me any happier. I hate her accent too, it's ridiculous, sounds forced.
"I am ever so honored to be present at yet another reaping of district twelve!"
No you're not, you bitch. You want to be anywhere BUT here and represent anyone BUT these people. Ed thought angrily
Effie continued her false speech, Haymitch looks nowhere but the sky to the east, face tight. And the mayor can't keep his gaze from shooting to his daughter standing in the crowd. His son is in the crowd too, but he's 17, the mayor's daughter was only 14.
Finally Effie called out 'Ladies first' and the drawing began.
She shifted to the glass ball and plunged her hand into its depths, clasping her long-nailed stubby fingers around one; she pulled it out, opened it and read it out.
"Gilia Redcliffe"*
The mayor's daughter, his face looks grief-stricken. His jaw hanging slack as she stumbles up to the stage, sneaking like a dog who knows they've done something bad.
Her eyes are wide, shining with unspilled tears.
Ed clenched his jaw, no. She should at least be allowed to be carefree. No one else here is.
But yet she walked up to the podium and stood facing her district, they looked up to her with sad eyes. When Effie asked for volunteers none came.
'Damn it' Ed muttered under his breath. He stared into her eyes, she reminded him of Al, the human eyes he'd had for so short a time had always been wide, just as hers were. He hoped whoever was in the games with her would protect her from the monsters of the other districts. There is a soft rumble of clapping in the back of his mind, the necessary applause for tributes, but he wasn't listening anymore. He didn't care; because he was paralyzed by the young petrified eyes of Gilia. She knew she was probably going to die, her eyes hungrily took in the land around Twelve, because she knew this would probably be the last time she saw it. She sent a quick panicked glance at her father but there was nothing he could do. Ed had seen that look before but never in eyes that looked THAT young.
Suddenly it seemed as if she made eye contact with him... but, why?
Someone nudged him; he shook himself from the piercing exchange between him and Gilia and tuned into the real world once again only to hear
"Edward Elric"
It sounded like it was being repeated.
Ed's brain worked hard to catch up and remember what was happening. When it did, he felt his stomach lurch.
2. That was it. That was how few slips he had in that glass bowl and yet his name had been picked. The odds had been in his favour, they'd been in Gilia's too. Apparently that meant nothing.
Ed stepped out of line, looking straight forward coldly as he strode down the clear aisle to the stage. Even his walk was different. Where all other Twelves, including Gilia, had slunk to the podium as if they were already beaten down, hopeless and dead; He marched, standing straight and tall as he could, opening his chest and shoulders. Back straight, strides long he walked up the stage and turned to face District 12.
He looked over their heads proudly; to the eastern sky. These people didn't know him nor care for him, the people he had to say goodbye to were far away in the shadow of the setting sun.
He turned back to the district as the mayor began reading some other bullshit. His voice shook with each second word as he glanced to his daughter on stage.
The people looked up at their tributes, they could not hide their relief that THEY had not been chosen.
Gilia's brother, far in the back, standing a head above the others was the only one with tears in his eyes.
Ed stood tall, as he had whenever he faced the colonel. He did not regret wearing the coat today. Let them see who he was, let them see he was different. He wasn't even supposed to be part of the country and somehow he'd been pulled into their crazy games. He glanced over to Gilia and his eyes softened.
He wasn't supposed to be part of this country and he would not be a 'proper' piece in their games. He was going to do everything to protect Gilia and there was no way he was going to kill the other district's children either.
He knew that, as a soldier, he'd have an advantage over the others. Even without his Alchemy.

So He vowed to protect Gilia, and to do everything to mess up the plans of the crazy ones; after all that had been his job not too long in the past as well.
Ed grinned slyly, get ready Capitol, I'm coming.
The anthem of this country finished and they were taken away by the hands of peacekeepers.
As they were marched through the doors of the 'justice' building Ed thought
"Let the games begin, Capitol."

Blargh, hopefully that wasn't too bad
I apologise now for the use of OCs, but since my timeline is so messed up i didn't have much of a choice, no worries this definitely does NOT have any EdXOc

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