Hetalia Games
Alfred F. Jones stared around him at the remains of his once great country. The ash had finally settled after ten years of bombing, for now there was no one else to do the bombing. The gray sky had cried blood for too long, and now Alfred was alone and weak, his breath shattered. He knew it was his fault, he knew he had started the nuclear warfare and thrown the world into chaos. He also knew he was done for, and didn't try to fight it. The last bomb had been dropped six weeks ago, and the scattered survivors of his nation were dying, his country had fallen. He remembered the great war, larger than any in history, and perhaps the largest there will ever be.
It all started when he had bombed Russia for reasons escalating from a skirmish to all out war. After that Ivan had retaliated with atomic bombs, the first cities to go were New York and Los Angeles, two of his most populated. After that Britain had come to him, urging him to stop, but by then it was too late. One after another other countries had began taking sides and joining the fighting, brother bombing brother and small neutral countries falling from the crossfire.
Then Canada joined him. He helped as much as he could but the enemies had quickly targeted him and silenced him. After that something had cracked in the American, he lost all sense. His target was the whole world, and he sent one bomb after another until all who were left were himself, Britain, Russia, Germany and France. Alfred knew he should have quit then and called for a cease fire, but his anger got the better of him. The other countries all saw that and had banded together against him. He was weak, but so were the others, he managed to finish off Russia and Germany, and France died of starvation after that. The final battle was fought on his land. The last of the British army traveled to meet his and the nations had stared each other down, both willing to end it. He himself had pulled the trigger first, but as the older man fell Alfred's wall of madness fell and the full realization of what he had done hit him. He had rushed towards the fallen country, scooping him up into his arms, begging forgiveness in tears. He loved the man that was bleeding before him, but had never told him for fear of a response filled with hatred. As the life had drained of the emerald eyes Arthur had whispered for the American to lean closer, and breathed his last words. "It's no surprise you're the last one, you always were strong...I'm sorry that fate has chosen for us to pass this early, and that this has to be said on my deathbed...I, I love you, and I wish I was brave enough to tell you before, so maybe we could have had a few years of happiness together. I always thought about you, always wanted to hold you close like when you were young. But not as a brother, I wanted to be more than that, but now I'll never get the chance..."
Alfred had pulled the man into his lap and held him, tears falling heavy as rain as he stammered "I-I love you too Iggy. I always wanted to tell you. B-but I was a-afraid you hated me, so never said anything. I wanted you to notice me. The only reason I started that damn revolution was to be seen as your equal, but it never worked out as I expected..." By now the Brit's eyes had closed and America was left alone and dying in the world. Mourning for the life that could have been and the friends he had lost.
After that he had tried to survive, but grew weaker each day. Mourning and regret hindered him uninterested in life, and he had quickly deteriorated to his current state. He was slumped against a broken gravestone that once belonged to a soldier during the revolution, The headstone was worn away, leaving nothing to the grave's owner but a rock and space in the ground. He slid down the wall and sat there, finally out of energy. This was the place he had chosen to rest: The Revolutionary War Cemetery in Salem, New York.. It had been here since 1767, quite a long time. The grave remains, but the country this dude died for will be gone soon... Alfred thought to himself. HE saw the tiny ring of light announcing the sunrise, also taking note of a fallen flag that used to decorate a grave. It was burnt at the edges and stained with ash.
"Oh, say can you see, by the dawn's early light..." The country began softly. As his hoarse voice choked out the words to his beloved country's national anthem it became slightly louder. Through the song he cried, and at the end of the third verse he raised his hand in a salute to America, and to this world. By the time the sun struck him, his blue eyes had become dull, and his body lifeless. The great hero was dead.

As the sun arched in the sky the great Roman Empire approached the fallen nation. His cape flowed softly behind him in the slight wind of his strides as he stared grimly at America. It's not your time yet. But you don't know that, do you? He thought. Reaching out a careful hand he gently touched the temple of the younger man. Slowly, as if by magic, the US started to change into red, white, and blue dust, keeping his shape and starting from the spot Roman Empire had touched him. The dust held in the air until a sudden gust of wind swept it across the land, from sea to shining sea.

Authors note: Good goodness, those were the most horribly written death scenes ever. Sooooo cheesy and rushed. Oh well, the deaths aren't important, at least not these ones. Mwahahahaha! Just Kidding. Sorry about how awful this is, i don't even really explain what happened. Just note that I'm going to be expanding the country and history of Panem because so much was left open and I want to help explore it. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this, the next part is just more setting up the story, then the games will begin. If you didn't guess there will be slight USUK, but no other pairings, probably. We'll see how I feel in the arena. But considering all the people are in different Districts it would be kinda awkward if the second they see each other in the arena they start making out at the cornucopia instead of killing. Anyway...um...*Thinks of distraction* HAHAHAHAHAHA, RUN AWAY!

P.S. I need to think of a name for Holy Rome and a last name for Germany. What do you guys like? For HRE I was thinking Philip, Joseph, Henry, Louis, Maximilian, William(though I may get focus problems with this name and be tempted to nickname him the reaper or something of the sort. I...Yeah, I'm a black Butler fan. What of it?), or Conrad after names of emperors. What do you like, do you have suggestions or a favorite? Please PM or review me your ideas. Rupert and Rudolf were also considered. I don't like them as much. His name will be decided by popular vote so if you guys like those I'll make ir happen. And if no one cares enough to tell me what they think I'm leaning towards Louis or Philip. Or I could just use Hre, it's fun to say it like Hreeeeeeeeeeeee! Hrrrrreeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Huh-reeeee Huh-huh-reeeeeeeeee. Right then. Bad Animorphs moment. Kay, this ridiculously long AN is over. Undertakerkuroshit out!