Okay, author's note! So this actually stemmed from a conversation my friend and I had about what Disney character would win the Hunger Games. Me being me, I had to write it out. I ended up writing the whole trilogy with my set of characters, including Mockingjay, and just felt like it would be a shame to just keep it on my phone. So I'm posting it here so you can all enjoy it!

I took it in a different direction, since I feel that the whole 'do they/don't they' love thing in THG is boring. So this version asks, what if teen parents were reaped? That's a whole other level of wrong when it comes to these Games!

I also tried to make this different from the way other Disney/Hunger Games fics are set up. I'm staying in the POV of Meg, since trying to skip around to 24 different characters and mindsets is exhausting. But I will not be skipping the interviews, trainings or Tribute Parade, so even if you aren't a Herc and Meg fan you'll get to hear plenty from your favorite character! And if your favorite isn't included here, there's a strong chance they'll be in the second or third installment, so press on! If there's a character you're reading for, drop a review and I'll tell you if you can expect them!

So since I've already written this whole thing, I'll update regularly. Right now I'm gonna say expect an update every Tuesday and Thursday. When I've finished posting the equivalent of the first book, I'll make a new story for the second and for the third.

I hope you guys enjoy! Please send me a review.

Many years ago, the people in the land of Disney were able to live their lives in peace and happiness. They were ruled by a benevolent mouse, who loved his people and wanted them always to be happy.

But then a dark shadow fell over the land. An evil group of people, the most villainous, decided to overthrow the mouse. The people of Disney could only watch helplessly as their leader was killed in front of them. The new leader, President Jafar Ababwa, sent out his minions to every corner of the land, forcing the land into districts. People he favored were sent to the Capitol or to District One, the district of luxury. Everyone else was scattered to the winds, just barely managing to stay with their loved ones.

The district furthest away, the Pixar district (full of the people who were a bit more developed than the rest) rose up and convinced everyone to join them in a rebellion. Led by Queen Elsa, they charged the forces of evil. Sadly they were not successful, and the Pixar district was razed to the ground. Brave Queen Elsa was executed by Head Peacekeeper Hans Westergard, and the people of Disney slowly trudged back to their homes.

It had been five years since the rebellion, and President Jafar had taken no action regarding the rebellion. But that was about to change...

••••

District Twelve was a sad, abandoned kind of place. Its people had been forgotten by time, glossed over and pushed aside to make way for those considered more promising. The residents didn't quite mind. As long as they were allowed to live their lives, it didn't matter to them how they were thought of. As the district in charge of mining, they lived a simple life. People were born, raised, married by simply toasting a small piece of bread and wearing a borrowed white dress, and raised their children in the same way. Of course, it had only been seven years since King Mickey had been killed, and five since Queen Elsa, so every resident still remembered the life they had before the villains took over.

Well, almost every resident.

"Hebe, you are such a messy girl!" Meg cooed as she wiped mashed apples off of her daughter's chin. The baby gurgled in response and Meg smiled, putting her hands on her hips. "You love giving me a hard time, don't cha?" she said sarcastically. Hebe laughed at her mother's expression. The woman laughed and lifted her daughter out of her high chair, bouncing her on her hip. "C'mon, let's go wait on the porch for daddy."

Meg stepped out of her tiny house and looked around. It was gray as always. Everything was gray now. She sighed. She missed the sun so much. She sat on the rickety chair Hercules had made for them and bounced Hebe absentmindedly in her lap. She wished more than anything that they could go back to the way things were. Back when King Mickey was in charge...Meg sighed and pushed a lock of hair out of her face, waiting to see her husband trudge wearily down the path.

She had known Hercules since she was a little girl. They had always been friends, and when the rebellion had occurred, he'd run off to join them, a boy of thirteen. That was when she knew she loved him. Hercules had come back and been whipped in front of the whole district for his actions-that whipping had changed him. He was the same loving man, but his passion was gone. He followed the rules now. They all did. It was the only way you ensured the survival of the ones you cared about around here. People like Hebe.

They had been married for two years now, the two best years since the takeover. Meg smiled as she remembered Herc's stuttering as they read their vows and did the toasting ceremony. Not long after they married, Meg became pregnant with Hebe. If they hadn't needed a reason to be inconspicuous before, they definitely had one now. Hercules was no longer the town hero, the one everyone could turn to. He gave it up to protect his family, and Meg loved him even more because of it.

"Not here yet?" a warm voice said. Meg turned and smiled at the sight of Alcmene, Herc's mother. "No, not yet," she said with a little sigh. Hercules' parents had lived with them ever since the takeover, and she was glad they did. They were too old to be living alone in this area and honestly Meg was grateful for the company while Hercules was working. Alcmene smiled at Meg. "I'm going to make some soup for dinner, all right?" she asked. Meg nodded, knowing that likely all they had was water, a few vegetables and some bones anyhow. Might as well put it into a soup that could at least last a few days. "That sounds wonderful," she said.

Hebe began reaching for something, making Meg turn. Hercules was trudging down the path, looking worn out and covered in soot. Meg smiled and stood to greet him. "You're back," she said happily. Hercules nodded, forcing himself to put on a smile even though his body was aching. "I'm back," he replied, kissing her tenderly. "And how is my beautiful goddess today?" Hebe was giggling and reaching for her father. Hercules took her from Meg and held her close to him, placing a gentle kiss on her cheek. Meg smiled at him. He was such a wonderful father. Although their life wasn't perfect, she wouldn't trade her family for all the freedom President Jafar could offer.

••••

Their dinner table that night was livelier than usual. Hebe was happy and making everyone smile, just with her energy. "All right, little lady, time to calm down," Meg said after the tiny girl had tried to use Alcmene's knife as a rattle. She picked up the girl and placed her on her hip. Amphitryon began to clear the table when they heard a loud banging on the door.

Instantly their happiness was replaced with fear. For a second, no one moved. "I'll get it," Meg finally said quietly. "Meg, no, stay here-" Hercules began, standing, but Meg had already turned the knob. Standing in the door was Head Peacekeeper Ares.

The Peacekeepers were the ones they lived their lives in fear of. It had been a Peacekeeper who had whipped Hercules within an inch of his life when he was a boy. The militia of the President and the Mayor, they were used to incite fear and terrorize people into submission. A Peacekeeper at your door was never a good sign. Meg clutched Hebe tighter to her. "Can I help you?" she asked.

Ares' face revealed no emotion. "Is this the home of Hercules and Megara Kalagaris?" he barked. She nodded, feeling her heart leap into her throat. "Why are you here? We've done nothing wrong," she replied fearfully. Hercules had come to the door and put an arm protectively around Meg. Ares was unmoved. "The President is addressing the country tomorrow. Citizens are to gather in the square. Everyone must be in attendance-no exceptions," he said, glaring at Hebe.

"What is this address about?" Amphitryon asked from inside the house. Ares snarled at the question. "I wouldn't want to be one of you," he growled before he left in a huff. They all looked at each other worriedly. Any address from the President couldn't be good news. Hercules pulled Meg and Hebe into a tight hug. Amphitryon shuffled over to his wife and kissed her cheek, everyone easing their worries with the feel of a loved one.

••••

The next morning, the whole household woke up early in order to make it to the square. Hebe was fussing as a bleary eyed Hercules tried to feed her. "Princess, I know it's early, but please eat," he begged. Suddenly he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Not eating?" Meg asked with a smile.

"You guessed it," Hercules said with a sigh. "If she doesn't want to eat, don't force her."

"If she cries during the address-"

"She can cry during the address. I know I will."

"Meg, they could hurt her!"

"And if we're late, they'll whip us all." Hercules sighed, knowing he was beaten. Meg kissed his cheek. "Hey, Wonderboy, don't look so down," she told him gently. "For all we know, this address could be nothing."

He nodded, lost in thought. "All right," he sighed as he turned back to Hebe. "You got lucky, you little stinker," he said with a goofy smile on his face. Hebe burst out into peals of infant laughter.

••••

The square slowly filled with townspeople, most dirty and sad eyed. Hercules helped his parents shuffle along while Meg held Hebe. Thankfully, the infant wasn't screaming or fussing. They slipped in quietly. "Meg!" Eilonwy, another District 12 citizen, bounced over to her. Meg smiled politely at the younger girl. "Hello," she said, hefting Hebe onto her hip and giving her a small hug. "This is quite upsetting, isn't it? News from that awful man can't be good news!" she fretted. "It doesn't have to be good news, as long as it doesn't affect me or my family," Meg said curtly. Eilonwy looked a little sad at Meg's statement and was about to reply when the Mayor came onto the stage.

Mayor Hades was a greasy looking man, pompous and overfed. One of the villainous people who had helped to overthrow Mickey, Hades was given control of this district as an afterthought. It was well known that he hated it here, but he did enjoy it more than he did his other job-he used to be The Lord of the Dead until he'd trapped his brother, Zeus, into doing the job. It was a sensitive subject for the Kalagarises, especially since Zeus was Hercules' birth father and he'd died in the process. Their mayor had no great love for her family.

Hades ran a hand through his flaming hair. "Citizens of District 12," he began. "Many of you recall that horrible day when some...shall we say...troublemakers decided to rebel against our beloved President. He was merciful then, but the time has come for you all to pay the price for your crimes." Meg and Hercules looked at each other worriedly. They knew that Hercules was in great danger, since he had fought against Jafar in that same rebellion as a teenager.

The mayor turned on the giant screens on either side of the stage, and suddenly Jafar's grim face stared at them all. "Citizens of Disney," he began. "I consider myself a benevolent ruler." Benevolent? That was laughable. If she hadn't been surrounded by peacekeepers, Meg would have laughed. "But you rebelled against me, and I have spent the last five years trying to figure out how best to punish you. After many long years, I know." The entire square fell silent, holding their breath in anticipation of his words.

"One man and one woman from each District will be chosen to participate in a fight to the death," he said, his eyes narrowing into a wicked grin. Meg gasped. A fight to the death? That was...well, barbaric! President Jafar continued to speak. "These people will be between the ages of 12 and 18." This next announcement made many older people begin to cry. A fight to the death involving innocent children? Hercules drew Meg closer to him, and they both held onto Hebe. Neither of them spoke, but they were both worried.

"We will choose these...tributes tomorrow. A representative from the Capitol will come to your district and choose the names in a public Reaping. If you relish the idea of a fight, you may volunteer as tribute for your district. Each pair of tributes will be assigned a trainer to help them learn survival skills and an escort to help them be on time to the various events in the Capitol preceding the games. Since I am a merciful ruler, there will be a winner. The last survivor will be bathed in riches and given a comfortable life for them and their family. May the odds be ever in your favor," he said, chuckling evilly.

Just like that, the transmission ended. Meg held Hebe more tightly than she ever had before as Hades began to speak again. "Okay, if you're between the ages of 12 and 18 you must be present at the Reaping tomorrow and you must look presentable. You're all going to be on TV, so that the nice people in the Capitol can see you be chosen. This whole thing is gonna be televised!" he said with a chuckle. The square was deathly silent. Next to Meg, Eilonwy was shaking with fear. Her boyfriend Taran tried to calm her but it didn't seem to be working. Meg took Hercules' arm. "Let's go," she murmured. He nodded and they joined the crowds filing out of the square.

••••

"Hebe, please eat," Meg said quietly. After some more coaxing, the little girl finally allowed her mother to feed her. The table was mostly silent. "I can't believe this crazy thing," Amohitryon muttered. Alcmene was close to tears. She put a hand on her son's cheek. "Oh, my sweet boy," she said, hugging Hercules tightly. Meg understood her concern: she and Hercules were among those required to attend the Reaping. She was 17 and he was 18, and there were many younger children, so there was a good chance that they would be spared.

Hercules put a hand to his head. "I just don't understand why he would do this," he said tiredly. "Why the children?"

"Hurting innocents is wrong, but it's the way to break people," Meg replied as she cleaned her daughter's face. "You stopped rebelling when Hebe was born. Just think how subservient people will be when there's a chance their children will be sent to die. I mean, imagine if Hebe was old enough to be Reaped." Hercules shuddered and walked over to his little girl, holding her tightly in his arms. "I don't want to imagine that," he said as he showered his daughter with kisses. Meg smiled at her husband's gentle nature. Alcmene looked saddened. "Well, I wish I hadn't lived to see this day," she said softly. "Such unhappiness." The little family fell silent until Meg spoke up. "Well, I think it's time this little lady went to bed," she said, taking Hebe from Hercules.

The little house didn't have much space, only two rooms (one of them a washroom) and a tiny kitchen, so they all shared the largest room for sleeping. Hebe's crib was in the corner closest to the window, so that she could see the moon and the daylight could warm her face. Hercules and Meg slept on a mattress next to her crib, leaving Amphitryon and Alcmene the small bed. It wasn't much, especially compared to where they all used to live during Mickey, but it was enough for them to get by. Meg laid Hebe down into her little crib gently. "Good night, sweetheart," she whispered, kissing her daughter's forehead and watching as her little eyelids slowly fluttered closed. "Sleep well, angel."

She hoped Hebe did sleep well. Tomorrow would be a day full of stress for all of them.