This is my try at a Hetalia/ Hunger Games crossover. Please leave a review, and tell me what you think !
The soft, golden Fall sun shone gently on a town square, where a large mass of people were
assembled. Birds tweeted in the air, the most prominent of which was the musical cry of the mockingjay. The people gathered in the town square shift about nervously, boys on the right side, girls on the left. Nearly all the people were adults, save for a few children, and were staring intently at a pink clad women standing on a podium in the center of the town sqaure.
"Welcome, welcome!" the women cried sweetly, "I am Effie Trinket, a representitve from the Capitol, and I'm glad to have the honor o selecting some of you for the honor of competing in the sixty-sixth annual Hunger Games! Now as you may know, we're in for a special Hunger Games this year, instead of choosing two tributes from each of Panem's twelve districts, the Capitol had decided to reap tributes from the population of Hetalians, to add a nice little twist. As usaul, there will be twelve male and twelve female competitors. So without further ado, let us begin!"
Effie mader her way over to the large, glass ball that held the female names. "Ladies first!" she grinned, reaching a long, pink tinted finger into the ball, "Our female Hetalian tributes are...Hungary!" a pretty lady with long, flowing light brown hair and green eyes, wearing a matching green dress stepped up on a stage overlooking the town sqaure, "Belgium!'' At this a tall, blond lady stepped up next to Hungary, "Belerus!" A teenage girl with blond hair tied up in a black bow, and donning a blue dress stepped forward, as Effie reached another finger into a bowl like a cat gleefully snagging a mouse. "Ukraine!" Cleavage giggling, a women with massive breasts and short cropped hair gulped and joined the other three tributes, "Liechtenstein!" a small, young girl with short blond hair fixed with a pink ribbon, and dressed in a Swiss army outfit, came forth, glancing at the males for a sign of her older brother, Switzerland.
Pausing momentarily, Effie turned around to glance at the five chosen tributes, then quickly turned back to the female ball, "Taiwan! Monaco!" Two young girls, about Leichtstein's age, walked forth together. The former wore a pink gown, and had long, black hair with a pink flower in it. The latter girl, Monaco, wore a white blouse and skirt, and had light brown hair and glasses perched on her nose. "And bringing up the rear are Wy, Sabarga, Seychelles, and last but not least, Luxembourg!" The final four tributes, all small girls no older than maybe fourteen walked up onto the stage, looks of shock, terror, or discomptentment on their faces.
From his standing postion at the back of the male group, England saw the looks and sounds of the male candidates as they heard the female names called. When Hungary was selected, Austria, her Boyfreind, let out a loud wail, and had to choke back a sob. Upon hearing Ukraine and Belarus's names, Russia, a tall man with a scarf and brown trenchcoat, buried his head in his hands. Lichtensteinds older brother, Switzerland, even tried to rush up to her on stage, but two rough gaurds known as peacekeepers pushed him back gruffly. England didn't know any of the peacekeepers personally, but he already hated them anyway.
"Now for the gentleman!" Effie smiled, striding to the glass balls containg the boy's names. "Russia!" The man froze, then shook his head and bounded up the stage, joining his two sisters. "America!" A loud, obnoxious man with glasses and a bomber coat waved to the ground, acting as if he was winning the lottery rather than being chosen for almost certain death. "Geramany!" At this, a tall, muscular man wearing a gray army outfit grunted and stepped up. England gulped. Germany was a ruthless killing machine, practically built for games like these. It was extremly sad to see such small girls like Wy and Seychelles pitted up against him.
Effie went on, "Next, France!" A man with a blue cape and shaggy blond hair smiled at the mass of people and the ameras set up along the poles lining the town spuare's perimeter. He tossed a red rose to Effie, who blushed slighlty. "Oh, well thank you. Our next tributes are China, Japan, Poland, Finland, Italy, Sealand, Prussia-" The next six tributes filed onto the stage. China and Japan looked somewhat similar to each other, both wearing white suits and having black hair. China bounded over to Taiwan, his self proclaimed student, who frowned at him and turned away.A large, hard lump formed in England 's was his younger brother, and was still a small child, no older than twelve years old... Finland and Poland were both quite cheery people, and decent fighters. Italy (or really North Italy) was a very flamboyant young man. He had brown hair with a pronounced curl sticking out of it, and was never seen without a full plate of pasta. Despite his high carbohydrate intake, he was actually still rather weak.
Prussia was an albino man, and Germany's older brother. England thought Prussia seemed to have some pretty good fighting skills, no doubt a trait shared with his brother. Effie leered at the remaining people like a toad at the verge of devouring a tasty fly. WIth a pronounced flourish, she reached into the bowl, and withdrew the last name for the reaping. "Our final tribute is...England!"
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