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Chapter 1:

It took a while for Afred to realise he had no idea where he was. More to remember who he himself was.

He was Alfred. Alfred F. Jones, right? No, something was missing. His eyes wandered the dark room. It was menising and made Alfred want to curl into a ball, but he was the hero and the hero never got scared.

His eyes rested on a figure staring at him. Who was he? He knew him, Dell? Yes, Dell was his name, but like himself something was missing.

"Dad? Are you, ok?" the boy's eyes looked extremely tired, his blonde hair was shaggy and his eyes was a bluish-green. He had rather thick eyebrows but Alfred had a feeling he'd seen thicker.

"Who are you?" he asked the boy. His voice shocked him. It was weak and almost a whisper. The boy burst into tears.

"Come on, dad. You have to remember. It's me, Dell. Delaware?" The new name struck something; a large ship, new people, a man with large catiplilers for eyebrows and emerald green eyes with shaggy blonde hair. As fast as this memory came it was gone.

"They're coming to take me away. They're gonna come through a door and lead me outside. When they do you have to promise me you'll run. They've prefected the formula. They're going to kill you." the boy had still been shedding quiet tears.

"Find Healani and Anzor and make sure they're safe please dad, remember..." the boy pleaded. Just as Alfred was about to ask who these new people were, a door opened from nowhere and someone had grabbed the boy.

Alfred stood up and balenced himself against a wall before taking the boy's advice and running.

Sharp pain flew through his leg and what felt like millions of needles hit the backside of his body from his legs to his head. Although he recovered quickly they were replaced by new ones. As he ran his new surroundings filled his lungs with a sent of pine needles a blood but still he ran on.

He had been persude for quite some time, which only made him run faster. He hadent known how long he had been running before he realised it was nightfall and his lungs seered in pain. His leg wasn't helping matters much either. Soon, he found himself falling There was sharp pain in his neck area all of the sudden. Unlike the neddle like pain from earlier, this would not go away.

Pulling himself to a tree he sat, leaned against the bark and look down at himself. His neck was covered in brusies, scars and open wounds that were losing blood quickly.

The boy, Dell said he would die if he stayed. Alfred wasn't sure if he would live much longer now though either. He knew the boy had said something else. He had another name didn't he, besides Dell. And what did he call Alfred? His mind raced but he simply could not remember.

His eyes trailed up to the moon between the trees. All he could think about as his vison faded, was that he wasn't Alfred. That couldn't be his name.

Right?


It had been 72 years today.

Arthur took a swig of his liquor and glance over at his second player sadly. This was the one day they could acctully get along. They both had lost a son figure after all. This day was depressing for a lot of countries in fact. France would stop flirting and mop like he did on for Joan once a year. Francois stopped drinking all the same. Canada and his 2p wouldn't dare play a game or even watch a hockey game for that matter.

Today was the day Alfred left.

Sure he had left the older country during the revlouonary war, but he hadn't truly been gone. He hadn't closed his ports and gone into complete isolation.

But Alfred had done that now. And it wasn't only him, his 2p must have went along with along with it, otherwise Allen would be with his brother or Oliver. But he was gone too.

Arthur didn't care much for Allen. But now he longed for either one of the American countries faces.

And he could only come up with one conclusion.

He was a fool.

He let Alfred slip through his hands not once, but twice. His little brother was more of a son to him than anything else in the world. And he was gone.

"I don't think drinking will help you know." Oliver said sadly. The colerful man sighed and looked down at his lap where a butcher's knife lay. He hadn't baked a single batch on this day since Allen had left.

"Doesn't matter." Arthur slurred, tears startng to prick his eyes.

Oliver could only look at his knife. He would give anything in the world to see his dear vegan brother.

But neither player of England could ever imagine what was truely going on to their brothers.


Katniss Everdean had lost her father three years ago today. The fourteen year old snuck out of her house quietly careful not to wake her mother nor her sister. It was before sunrise on that fall morning her life changed forever. She knocked quietly on Gale's window. The sixteen year old peeked out.

They had met when thier fathers died. It was almost sheer fate. Another face peeked out of the window.

Allen.

Gale and Katniss had found him wandering into trouble with the peacekeepers. After him being whipped they had carried him to her own home only to find out he was imortal. He had taught them about America and how everyone was free. Instead of districts there were states and you could travle freely between them. He told about how he and his '1p' who seemed to be his other half were the personifications of America.

He hadn't gone into much detail only that something had happened that had made the country this way. He couldn't quite remember. But none of them truly knew why Panem was now Panem.

The two boys climbed out of the window. After firmly shutting it they all made their way to the fence.

Katniss went first, careful not to snag her braid. The Gale followed by Allen. After decideing they were far enough in, they began to speak.

"Morning, Katnip." Allen greeted bluntly.

"Morning." she had replied. They stopped at the familur log. Katniss grabbed her own bow and handed the second one to Gale. Allen climbed the tree that had been next to the log and snatched his homemade axe.

I had taken a few months to break the vegan but soon he had decided that he would have to eat meat if he wanted to survive. Although the taste made him shudder he would eat it. The other two had exepted the fact that he would much rather eat berries and nuts or anything besides meat for that matter so Katnis had showed him the difference between posionous and edible plants. Her father had made her and expert after all. So while Katniss and Gale hunted Allen would try to gather all edible plants possible.

As the three split up they had no idea their lives would change, for better or for worse.


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