Corridor SSS

So this is my first long Hetalia Fanfiction, and I hope you'll like it! My english isn't quite perfect yet, so give me a chance OwO Ps :Contains 1Ps, 2Ps, dark Hetalia.
I don't own Hetalia

CHAPTER 1

Every 1st of December, every year, the Government forces us to watch a game, called "Corridor SSS". It's been a few years since they decided to start this.
When they realized Countries personifications couldn't die, unless their lands dissapeared or their entire population was killed.
Since that day, the government acted quite strange toward them. They forced the poor men to participate in their new "game", unless they wanted thei whole countries to be destroyed until no one remained. They had to say yes.
The game consists of a battle between every Countries' personification. The last one standing wins. A simple, survival so violent.
They had to "kill" each other in order to be the winner.

Every year they had to do the same damn thing. "Kill their friends"...
And this, only to satisfies our new "World President.."

Today is December 1st, 2017. The day the President is choosing which country departs first in the "combat zone" before the real carnage begins. A huge crowd is standing in front of a stage, waiting for the President's speech to begin...

READERS P.O.V

- (f/n)(l/n)!...

I didn't believe it when I heard my name. It was impossible! Someone wanted to pull a bad prank on me, that was for sure. My eye twitched; I panicked. The only thing I wanted was to get away and run from all this. Escape.

- (f/n)(l /n), the President repeated. I would like you to step forward and come on the stage.

I looked straightforward and moved one foot in front of the other. What else could I do? If I'd ran away, they would have chased me anyway. But facing the President and all these countries personification was really intimidating. As I climbed on the stage, I felt my legs shaking. Yes, I was afraid.

I felt the President's glare on me, his red(?) eyes staring at my face. He didn't want to waste his precious time with a stupid brat who did put her name with the countries'.
Holding his mic just below his lips, he moved toward me and asked:

- Miss (f/n), would you care to explain why would your name be mixed up with the Countries? Did you want to join them that much?

I looked at the said Countries who seemed surprised to see an ordinary citizen wanting to join them in the game (even though I didn't want to). They muttered something I didn't understand and stared back at the old man in front of me. He lend me his mic to let me answer.

- No sir. It wasn't me. I didn't put my name in the jar, I finally replied.

- Who else than you would have did this then? Someone who would want you dead, perhaps? He teased me.

- I don't know sir. I don't know... I was about to cry in front of thousands of people. I didn't put my name in the jar, I didn't want to kill people and I didn't know why would someone wants me dead. I didn't want to...

The man still stared at me, but I felt like something snapped in his head, worst than it was already, as he looked at me with a Cheshire cat grin.

- I'm sorry darling.

- What...?

-Your name was in the jar.

- But..

-You don't have any proof that it wasn't you.

- But I...! -Good luck, hun hun hun..

I couldn't believe him. He forced me to join the game! And I knew that if I tried escaping, his soldiers would instantly kill me. So I just stood here, wide-eyed, unable to speak.

- Let the poor girl alone!

- She didn't do anything, why wouldn't you trust her?!

- Don't send an innocent woman in a war like this!

- Killer! You're a killer!

Voices from the crowd came to my ear. At least people were cheering for me, even if at this point, it was useless. I was stuck. I was about to get killed by my oh so "new friends".

Tears slides on my cheeks, but I didn't cry. I wanted to look strong, even thou I wasn't .

- Alright, said the President as he pushed me aside the Countries like if I was a trash. So, the first ones to leave for the Combat zone tonight are... the United States of America ( the said country moved forward.) He paused. The German Republic. ( He did the same). Russia..Miss(f/n)(l/n), and Japan. That is all.

We five stepped forward so the citizens could recognize who we were. Looking straight in front of us, we turned at the grey-haired man who was the President when he said:

-Now, it's time for the Countries' !

The president stepped aside for the time being. Each of the men who were the personifications (and departing this night) put a fist on their heart as they sang and listened to each and everyone's hymns. America was the first. I didn't believe the man who represented the United States of America could be so serious. I would have seen him with a goofy grin, always happy and maybe a tad loud and annoying. But it sure was time for war, and when my eyes met his behind his glasses, I remembered the sad situation we were put in. We were at war, forced to "kill" each other.

His blond, short hair flew in the cold breeze of December, his cowlick barely moving. As he began singing, I felt goose bumps all over my arms. Sure he wasn't the best singer, but this man, if he was like the citizens of his country, was really patriotic. He did have a deep love for his land and I felt it. I closed my eyes, listening until the very end as everyone had their turn. When I opened my eyes, Japan had barely finished singing and step back beside Germany and another country I didn't know, but who looked deeply saddened by the situation, maybe even more than me. I met his brown, half-closed eyes, and a slight smile appeared on his face, like if he would have try to cheer me up or something. I smiled back; not that I was happy, but I thought it would be rude to simply coldly stare at someone who would try his best to reassure you.

- Alright, the President began, everyone who departs tonight, you will follow this man (he pointed to a silver-haired man standing beside the stage).

I looked at the man and recognized him, I've seen him a few times on the television when we were forced to watch the game ; he was the personification of the country of Prussia, mostly known as the East's Germany. Since he wasn't an official country anymore, he had no more rights to be in the annual game and had to help preparing everything instead. It looked like it pissed him off, but never tried anything to freed himself totally from the Government's grip.

- Good luck, dear countries! And (f/n)!

The president smirked, like if he knew I had absolutely no chances to come back alive. I didn't believe it either, but since I had no choice but to join, I would try to, at least.

I followed the four other contestants as I passed in front of every countries, who all looked at me with worry and sadness. A blonde man with shoulder-length hair, a short one with a brown ponytail and a panda, another one with blonde hair and thick eyebrows.. and I noticed the same man than before, who looked at me with that smile of his. He took my hand and whispered quickly in my ear :

- Ciao Bella, you're a-really pretty, so try a-not to get kill, OK? Try to team up with my friend Germany and he might help you!"

He let go of my hand and wished me good luck. I thanked him and ran to kept the pace with the other contestants who walked toward what looked like an old, but large building. I noticed that there was no more cameras past this point, maybe to give us a bit of intimacy before the carnage.

Prussia, leading the way, pushed the door and we entered. There were training machines, as well as an assortment of weapons and a large table with enough backpacks for all the countries attending the fight. I wondered what they were filled with, when I heard sobbing beside me.

Germany and Prussia were hugging each other. "They probably haven't seen each other for a while" I thought.

- It's good to see you bruder, said the man representing Germany.

"Bruder/Brother?" I wondered. I thought about it and realized it made sense, since Prussia was the East of the German Republic.

- The Awesome me missed you too, 'Vest, replied the East part.

He patted his younger brother's back and walked toward me.

- Hey Frau, he began, 'vhy did you wanted to join the fight? It's really unawesome, you know.

- I did not put my name in this jar. I did not want to join you in this game! I don't know who did it! I don't know..! I just don't want to get killed!..I...! I...!

I lost it. A flow of tears sled out of my eyes as I desperately tried to explain that I didn't want to kill people and join that stupid game. That I didn't want to be there and just acts like a government's pawn. I tried to wipe my eyes with my hands, but more were making their way out of them, like an unstoppable flow.

- Calm down, little sunflower, the tallest man said with a big smile. It was Russia, if I remembered correctly.

He patted my head and continued, as the others were just looking at me, probably feeling rather uneasy about this situation. I stared at the man's purple eyes as I kept sobbing.

- I'll protect you like a pretty sunflower, alright? He said, still smiling, like if he was unaffected by all this nonsense.

Maybe he was already crazy. Maybe not. But in the end, he was probably one of the strongest, so teaming up with him wouldn't be that bad of an idea.

- Alright...I finally let out.

- Dude, we'll do everything to keep you alive. As the hero, I have to protect the girl, don't you agree? Said America with a serious tone.

- Ja, unlike us, you can die. So 've'll do our best to keep you alive, added Germany.

- Yes, (f/n)-san, you can count on us. I looked at them as tears started to fill my view again.

- B..but guys..you.. you don't have to sacrifice yourself for me..!

- Don't worry little one. We'll find a solution, said Russia. I tried to stop crying, and after a while, I was just sobbing.

I walked toward the robust man Germany was, trying to talk to him since his friend said teaming up with him could be a good idea. But before I could open my mouth, he spoke first:

- I saw you talking 'vith my friend Italy. What did he say?

So his friend was the personification of Italy...

- That it could be a good idea hanging with you during the fight, I answered.

He sighed.

- Nothing else?

I didn't thought saying that he told me I was pretty was worth mentioning. So I just replied by:

- He told me to try not getting myself killed.

- That is all?

- Yes.

- Germany-San, called Japan, walking toward us, while the others were discussing and taking a good look at the weapons.

- Yes,'vat is it Japan? The short, black-haired man took his breath and began:

- I do berieve it would be better if we gave up on the Axis for now..