Yay! New story! :D
So, one thing is that the Tributes are supposed to be ages 12 - 18. I know most of the Hetalia characters are older, so they are different ages. I didn't feel like deciding on their new age because I'm lazy. SO, you can decide on the new ages of the characters.
Hetalia (c) Hidekaz Himaruya
Hunger Games (c) Suzanne Collins
Enjoy the story! ;D
Hetalia: Hunger Games
The Hunger Games. For 65 years now, the 12 districts have to give two children, one male and one female, to the capital – Panem. These children then go into an arena where they fight to the death until only one remains standing. These arenas have vast amounts of space and the climate and area changes every year. Once there could be freezing tundra, next there could be a desolate desert. Out of 24 contestants, only one can live to bring fame and fortune to their district. May the odds ever be in your favor.
-Part One – Reaping Day-
He waited quietly along with the other tributes. The announcer was discussing something with the mayor, who had a confused look on his face. That couldn't be a good sign.
The cold wind blew around him. He wished he had brought his jacket. It was quiet except for the faint mumbling of a few voices. He clasped his hands together, hoping to warm them.
A tapping came over the speakers. He looked up and saw the announcer standing at the podium, a wide smile on her face.
"What a great time of year! It's the time when summer comes to an end and autumn begins wonderfully. It's also the beginning of the highly anticipated Hunger Games!" She began cheerfully, looking over the silent crowd.
"Our absolutely amazing gamemakers decided on a brilliant change this years Hunger Games!"
Those words caught his attention. He began to watch with more interest.
"This year, no female tributes are to be selected. I know this is very unfortunate for those of you girls who wanted to participate, but there's always next year! That means there will only be 12 tributes in this year's game!"
And with that he looked away annoyed. He still had a chance of being selected.
"And now, I will draw the name of this year's first tribute!" She announced as she pulled a slip of paper.
"Ludwig…ah the last name must have worn off. So, come up Ludwig!"
Ludwig looked around, checking to see if anyone else stepped up. No one. He expected that, mostly because he didn't have a last name. He did adopt one from the family he lived with, but he preferred to be called by his first name only.
He began walking toward the stage.
"I see we have our tribute!" The announcer said, laughing happily.
Ludwig heard a familiar sound and turned around. One of his dogs was running up to him and barking. Ludwig sighed, and then crouched down and began petting the dog. "I'm sorry. I'm going to be gone for…some time. You'll be fine though." He stood up and then walked up the foreboding stairs to the stage.
- District 2
In the nearby District 2, Gilbert stood with a few other people. He was listening to them talk, but most of his attention was focused on the fact that there would be only 12 tributes this year.
Hell yeah. Less tributes to be watch, less time staring at a screen and placing bets. Although this means less violence this year…damn. He thought, watching as the announcer pulled a slip of paper that held some poor persons name.
"That's odd…the paper is a blank." The announcer whispered, only heard because of the microphone. "But don't worry! I'm going to draw again!"
Yeah. That's just great for you.
"Gilbert…Beilschmidt? That sounds right."
"Oh…well…I'm still awesome. I'll win and kill those other contestants. Whatever it takes to stay alive…" Gilbert whispered to himself as he ran from the crowd and onto the stage.
- District 3
"So, I was doing…something. I forgot what it was, but that doesn't matter. Because then when I walking to go do something, oh! I remember, I was going to collect some wood or whatever. So anyway, I saw something moving in the shadows. I wasn't scared so I kept walking towards it. Then out from the darkness there was a… WOLF! As it ran towards me I punched it. It tried to bite me but then I kicked it in the face. It tried attacking again and.." Alfred paused, looking around.
"Did someone say my name?" He asked to the group of people he was talking to.
"I didn't hear anything." Someone said, shrugging.
"Yeah. So what happened next?" Another person asked.
"Is Alfred Jones here today? I hope he came, he wouldn't want to miss an event like this!"
"You must have been called. When you come back you're going to have so many awesome stories. You have to win. I mean, there's no way you can lose!" One of his friends said as Alfred walked to the stage confidently.
Finally something interesting. I'll win.
- District 4
"Where's Berwald? He's usually the first one here." Tino stated, looking around the large area.
"He probably forgot. Or…he's in our age group right?" Denmark asked.
"No, his birthday is in another two weeks. He should still be with us."
"S'rry I'm late." Berwald greeted, walking up from behind Tino.
"Ah, there you are. I was wondering where you went…" Tino said, watching the announcer on the stage.
The group remained silent until the name was drawn.
"Nikolaj Oxenstierna."
Denmark muttered a few words to himself. "I haven't been called that in a few years." He then said and then walked to the stage.
- District 5
Antonio sat in the only small patch of shade his age group area allowed. He was eating a tomato and focusing his attention more on the flocks of bird in the sky. He had seen quite a few of them over the past few days.
They must be going somewhere…ah I wish I could follow them. It's always too strict here. No one interesting in this district either… He thought to himself, smiling and shaking his head.
"Antonio Carriedo!"
"…looks like I got my wish." Antonio said to himself, standing up.
- District 6
Arthur was sipping some tea he had brought with him. Steam curled into the air from the cup, not cooling despite the cold. Someone else was talking to him, but he just nodded occasionally and did not pay attention.
Arthur was more interested in what the announcer was saying. She had said something about a change in the game…but he couldn't hear due to the person beside him still talking.
Arthur sighed. "Please be quiet. She's about to draw the names."
"She is? Cool." Commented the person talking to him.
"Peter Kirkland!" The announcer said cheerfully.
"Peter?" Arthur whispered as he watched his younger brother walk up to the stage.
"Wow, you're lucky! Your first year to be eligible for the Hunger Games and your chosen." The announcer said happily as Peter ran up the steps.
Arthur shook his head and ran to the front of the crowd, throwing the cup to the group. "I'll volunteer!" He shouted and raised his hand, hoping to be seen by the announcer.
"But I'm going to be in the Hunger Games! I'm going to Panem!" Peter complained, glaring at Arthur.
"No; you are not. Do you want to die in the arena?" Arthur said, on the stage now.
"I…I won't die…" Peter muttered, looking away.
"You've watched the Games before. Now get off the stage."
- District 7
Matthew stood near the edge of the crowd, holding his cat in his arms. He stroked the cats head while it purred softly. The group he was standing near was being quiet, which was strange. Most years he could barely hear the announcer.
After a minute, he realized why they were being quiet. There was a new rule this year. Nothing too exciting, it didn't change his chance of being chosen. If they even remembered to write his name…
"Matthew Williams."
He looked up, surprised to hear his name. He was happy that someone remembered him. Then he remembered what it meant.
- District 8
Francis was watching a few people near him. He kept trying to move towards them, gradually and without them noticing. That failed, the small group recognized him and immediately moved.
After this happening to him a few times, he sighed and gave up. Francis looked at the announcer. She looked nice, except for her blue hair. That, surprisingly, scared him a little.
"Francis Bonnefoy!" She announced joyfully.
"Eh…was she drawing names?" Francis asked the person closest to him.
"Hm? Oh, yes."
- District 9
"Wang Yao!"
Silence. No one moved in the crowd.
"Ah…is he here today? Wang Yao?"
Yao looked up at the stage, dreading what awaited him.
- District 10
Kiku stood at the front of his age group, watching the announcer silently. He was quiet and confused by her hair. It was an odd shade of blue that reflected the sunlight painfully. She read off a sheet of paper, something about a change in the games. Nothing to his advantage though.
"So, now it's time to draw this year's tribute!" She announced too cheerfully.
Kiku watched as she pulled a single slip of paper from the pile of other ones. Each one with a different name.
"Ah, Kiku Honda."
- District 11
"Ivaaan, I'm bored." Natalia complained, pulling on her brothers' arm.
"Be quiet, sister. I'm trying to listen to the announcer." Ivan whispered.
"It's the same thing every year. Why do you care?"
"Listen…she said there's a change this year."
"No female tributes this year? That's good, but Ivan you might be selected." Katyusha said, looking over at her brother fearfully.
"Even if I am selected, I'll be fine." Ivan reassured his older sister quietly. They were all supposed to be in separate age groups, but no one cared when they stood together.
"She's drawing the name…" Natalia whispered, watching the announcer.
"Ivan Braginsky!"
"No! You can't go!" Katyusha cried, pulling her brother into a tight hug.
"You'll come back safe, I know you will." Natalia said, looking at him sadly, but confidently.
- District 12
"Lovino! Want some pasta?" Feliciano asked, running up to his brother.
Lovino sighed in response. "No. It's early and I'm not having pasta for breakfast. And we don't have much food, so try not to waste any."
"You're not fun…" Feliciano said. "So, when this is over, we have school, right?"
"We almost always have school after the reaping day...except for a few times. But the mayor should announce it. If he's not busy being the usual fat, lazy bastard he is."
"That's not nice."
"The world isn't nice. And shut up, she's drawing the name."
"Fine."
"And the last tribute is…Lovino Vargas!"