In the middle of Virginia there stood a large house in the center of the woods surrounded by lush trees. The sun had just started to climb its way into the sky as a bespectacled young man with blonde hair sat hunched over a table working on a small device full of wires and screws.
Tony, America's alien friend, came down to the basement and handed America a soda and some blueprint sketches with writing scribbled in the margins. All four walls of the basement were covered in convoluted and complex formulas and calculations written in America's handwriting.
"Fucking bitch?"
"Hey Tony, thanks for the soda," said America. "and yeah I think I'm almost done with the inter-dimensional transportation device!"
"Dude, this is going to be so cool!" said America as he rose from his chair and stretched his arms.
"I just finished putting in the last screw and now all that is left is to test it!" America said excitedly.
"Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch."
"Of course I'll be careful and I'm only going to be gone for two hours," said America with a reassuring smile.
"Besides, there is a world conference coming up in a week and I can't exactly miss it," said America with a laugh.
He picked up the device on the table that resembled a slightly bulky wristwatch and strapped it to his wrist. He could feel the excitement bubbling up within the pit of his stomach. He hadn't felt this way since the space race. Sure there were things that excited him and made him happy on good old planet Earth, but he was a pioneer at heart and discovering new worlds had always interested him.
"Alright Tony, wish me luck!" he said as he entered in a set of codes into the wristwatch.
"Fucking bitch," said Tony with a worried look.
"Hey relax I'll be fine, and if something does go wrong and I don't come back after three days you can call England or Japan," said America as he put a hand on Tony's shoulder.
"Japan's good with technology," he said trying to alleviate Tony's worries. "he will be able to help you out if things don't go as planned."
"I'll see you in two hours Tony and don't worry heroes always make it through in the end," said America as he pressed a button on the device and disappeared in a flash of light.
The light from the inter-dimensional transportation device was blinding and America shut his eyes to shield it from the bright rays. Unfortunately, the force of the pull from the device had caused him to fall over and his head smashed harshly against a sharp rock making his head swim. He tried to blink away the spots in his vision, but the darkness kept growing until his whole vision was covered in black clouds as he lost consciousness.
...
The first thing he noticed as he slowly opened his eyes were a pair of dark brown eyes an inch from his face.
"Ahhh!" shouted America as he scooted backwards away from the person's face. However, he had backed up too far and ended up hitting his head against the headboard of the bed he was currently lying on.
"Ouch!" he exclaimed, which caused the boy across from him to burst into laughter.
"Are you always this clumsy?" asked the boy. He was around eleven or twelve and had dark brown hair and eyes with small freckles scattered across his nose.
"When I found you on the ground you had a huge gash on your head. You do know that sleeping in the middle of the street is pretty stupid, right? Especially since it's so close to the day of the reaping?" he said with a raised eyebrow.
"Where am I? How long was I out for?" asked America as he sat up on the bed and tentatively raised a hand to his bandaged forehead. The blood had stopped and the gash was already healed, but he couldn't determine from his wound how long he was knocked out for because of how fast nations healed.
"You're in my house in District Three. You've been unconscious for three days now since I found you. I didn't think you would ever wake up."
"Wait a minute, I've been here for three days?!" exclaimed America. Tony was going to kill him when he got back.
"Yeah that's what I just said."
"What's District Three?" asked America.
"You don't know what District Three is?" asked the boy incredulously.
"You must have hit your head real hard if you can't even remember where you're from. You are from here right? I mean it's not like you could have come from somewhere else with the electric fence and all," said the brown haired boy.
"District Three is one of the twelve districts of Panem. Our district mostly works in factories and makes electronics for the Capital," said the boy, which did not help America much seeing as he couldn't recognize half of the places the boy had named. He guessed his device had worked after all and he was in a whole different world.
"What's your name?" asked America.
"Oh, right! I forgot to tell you," said the boy as the realization dawned on him.
"I'm Davie"