Well, I recently got into the Hunger Games Fandom, so I decided to mix my two favorite Fandoms! Some ages are modified. As well as, because we should all know that Hetalia has a more boys than girls ratio, there will be more boys than girls going in. And people from the opposite Gender are allowed to volunteer for each other.(Boy can volunteer for girl and vice versa). Welcome to the Hetalian Hunger Games... who will survive?

I wipe the sweat from my brow, I'm currently sitting in a tree, watching District 3. I can sense that everyone is on edge,which makes sense, after all, today is the Reaping, when two children from each District will be selected to compete in the Hunger Games.

I hope I will be watching from my room.

As the District below bustles with activity I sigh, remembering my mother, who was killed in a test of technology, after she was killed, the only one I seem to get along with in this stupid place is Yao, and even our relationship was rocky. I am most definitely alone in this world, and yet I still have no intention of being included in the Hunger Games.

"Hey! Kiku!" I quickly adjust my position to look down where the voice came from, it was my guardian, Akemi, a trusted friend of my Mother's, who had been tasked with watching me.

Lucky him.

"Hai?" Another thing, even though I'm fourteen, and my mother had died eight years ago, I still retain some of the strange language that had been passed down in my family for generations, Yao had the same problem, only it was a different language.

"Would you stop that." Akemi sighs. "You know they don't approve of speaking differently. At least Yao has learned to control it."

I growl in frustration.

"Whatever."

"Don't say that word to me." Akemi snaps. "And come down from there."

I roll my eyes and jump down.

"Listen, I tried to be nice to you." Akemi sighs. "You are Sakura's son, and she was one of my best friends, why do you act like I'm the enemy?"

I stare at Akemi.

"I don't think you're the enemy." He replies bluntly. Akemi sighs.

"Whatever, it's time."

Kiku knew what his guardian was talking about, it was time for the Reaping. Wonderful.

The two males walk to the square where they wait for the two names to be called out.

Many things have changed over the years of the Hunger Games, for one, it's possible for two males to compete from the same district, as well as two females, I don't know why it changed, maybe to make the families worry more. Another change, if the same name gets pulled out twice, any immediate family(siblings, literally just siblings) between the age of eighteen and twelve will participate, if they have no family, then a very close friend... that they have to choose.

Just another way for the Capitol to stare us in the face, smile and say.

"Good job son! You've just put your best friend on their death bed."

It makes me sick, but I could never say that out loud, could I?

Two of the three chairs up on the stage were filled, one with our mayor, Mayor McMillan, and our representative, Mitchell Barder, we're already up there.

First Mayor McMillan gives the sentimental bullshit about the history of Panem, and then he says the victors District 2 has had over our psst few year, a total of 1.

Her name is Misaki Honda, my dear cousin's mother, and my aunt.

Misaki, all prim and proper, with my somehow even more emotionless than me cousin, Kuro, walk up to the stage, Misaki gets a chair, and Kuro walks down to where I stand.

As I watch him walk down, I hear two people betting on me and him.

"So, which cousin will get selected?"

"Don't know, I'm betting on Kuro."

"Heh, sure, one hundred dollars says it'll be Kiku."

I suckling in my breath, one hundred dollars!? That's a lot of money here. I can only imagine that both get to keep their money should neither of us be drawn, which, though we may not be close, I hope neither of us is drawn.

As Mitchell walks up to the ball of names I stare at it. I was one of the unfortunate kids who was poor enough to put my name in there more than the initial three, it's in there five times, for the Tesserae only. See Akemi, I do care.

I take a deep breath as Kuro reaches me.

"Feeling okay?" He asks in his usual monotone. I glance at him.

"To be honest, I'm a little nervous." Kuro allows his mask to drop, only slightly, and his red eyes fill with reassurance.

"Hey, you're only in there five times, right? Well, I'm in there twenty, if anything it'll be me, so don't worry, kay?" He gives a smirk, because that's all he can manage, before his face freezes into its eternal nothingness, I mean, looking into his eyes is like looking into a big red void. It's kind of creepy.

I look around the crowd again and find Yao's nervous face, at least someone is slightly normal. The brown haired teenager is eighteen, so his name is in there seven times, but hey, he survived the last seven years of this stupid draw, what's one more?

Mitchell reaches his hand deep into the ball of paper and pulls out a slip of paper. I feel the perspiration drip down the left side of my face as he walks to the podium, Mayor McMillan having sat down, and reads the name in a clear voice.

"Kiku Honda."

When I was five I had been shoved into a brick wall and slapped until unconscious by thugs, this felt like that, I felt like a knife had been plunged into my chest as I looked around for reassurance, Kuro's face was of pity, Akemi's of sympathy, and slight relief, and Yao's eyes were full of sadness.

It was then I knew it was true, I had been called.

I was going to the Hunger Games.

I start the seemingly hour long walk to the stage, when really it was but a few seconds, I stand up there and wait as the next name is called.

"Kiku Honda..."

Oh no.

I had no family.

Mitchell looks to me, smiling brightly.

"It appears you get to choose a team mate!" He says happily, while a rock settles in the rolling hurricane that is my stomach. "Well, who will it be?"

You would expect me to say Kuro, well, you would be wrong, as the first person under nineteen that I know's name is spoken from my mouth, I feel like someone snagged out my tongue and was force feeding it to me, I couldn't speak after a single word left my mouth.

"Yao."

Well that was intense, future chapters will be longer, promise! ;)

Until next time!