Hello! Long time no see...er, you know. This is a very special story for one of my most dearest friends. (She goes by the penname NiryLae on here, if you want to read her amazing Klaine work!)

Krasimir and Reed are our babies, our original characters who are both absolutely adorable and lovable. Their relationship is too perfect for words to describe. We love writing little stories and drabbles using these two, though we do have our original canon!Svetson storyline we stick close to in reference.

This starts out with Kras, because he's my baby. My friend isn't too thrilled that I'm making them suffer so much throughout this story, because, as we all well know...only one person can become the victor of the Hunger Games. (Well...unless your name is Katniss or Peeta...)

I'm mainly posting this for her and another friend, but please feel free to let me know what you think!

The distant sound of a bell reached Krasimir's ears. It rang the end of the work day, meaning he should probably return home soon. As it was, he stayed where he sat, hidden amongst the trees at the edge of the work field. He was waiting for his signal to sound before he returned home. As he waited he twirled a small daisy he was holding loosely between his fingers. It was for his cousin, if she ever decided to show up.

Tomorrow was a big day and he knew his cousin was nervous; he knew that all the kids in their district were nervous. Krasimir, himself, was not. After all, what were the chances either he or his cousin's name would be called? Or even his best friend's for that matter? He and Andrei were both only thirteen; Livisa was only twelve. None of them had been allowed to put their names in more than they should, thanks to their families who would rather starve than see their beloved children up on the Capitol's big screen.

"Raz?"

A small, girlish voice interrupted Krasimir's thoughts. He looked up to the sound of rustling leaves as his cousin pushed through into his little clearing. "Livvy! Why didn't you let me know you were almost here?"

Livisa giggled, plopping down on the ground, curling her legs up to the side as she leaned against him. "Sorry, I forgot. Distracted by thoughts of tomorrow, you know? Here…" She sang a little melody out loud for him. A few seconds later the air was filled with her melody, whistled by the mockingjays they could only hear but not see high up in the trees.

"Now I can go home." Krasimir smiled, kissing his cousin on the top of her head. "And don't be nervous about tomorrow, Livvy. Your name's only in there once. It won't be called."

"But…what about you, Raz? Or Andrei?"

Krasimir figured the odds were quite in their favor as well, but then again he had seen a boy get picked a few years back that had only had his name in three times. You just never knew. "I'm sure we'll be safe too. Now why don't we head on back and stop at Andrei's for a drink?"

He handed her the daisy he had found, grinning as she squealed in delight. They made their way back towards their district's village, managing to avoid the peacekeepers along the way. The security here was not as tight as it was in some of the other districts, seeing as it was one of the furthest at number 11, but it was still worse than they had heard it was in District 12. The peacekeepers here still managed to discipline quite a few people throughout the day. Krasimir never worried about his chances of getting on the wrong side of a peacekeeper; he wasn't one to be a rule breaker, nor did he hold a love of trouble in the first place. He preferred peace and friendliness; and thankfully his family and friends tended to as well, meaning he didn't have to worry about them as much as he might otherwise…not that it stopped him from worrying nonetheless.

The sky was getting darker as they reached the main dirt street, only a few houses away from Andrei's. Rain was probably heading their way in the near future. Hopefully it wasn't a thunderstorm; Livisa was terrified of those and Krasimir could not stay the night at her and her mom's house thanks to the Reaping being the next day.

Just as they were reaching their best friend's home, Andrei popped out the front door and ran towards them, practically barreling Krasimir over with the force of his tackle. "You said you were going to be here right after work today, Raz! I've been worried!"

"That's my fault, Drei." Livisa giggled, managing to squirm her way in between the two boys for a group hug. "I'm really nervous about tomorrow so I begged Raz to meet me out in the clearing to talk."

Andrei grinned, kissing the top of Livisa's head. "Well, I could never be mad at you for being nervous about Reaping Day. So it's all forgiven. Now let's go inside; I want to at least spend some time with you all before tomorrow."

The three of them went inside, saying hello to Andrei's father before heading into a different room. Since last year, it had become a decided tradition between the three of them that every year, the day before the Reaping, they would all hang out together before they had to head home for the night. Maybe it was not positive thinking, making a tradition out of fear, but if one of them were to get picked, then that day, that evening before, would be the last chance the three would have to be together. It was better than nothing.

Krasimir had been protective of his younger cousin since they were two and three, and Andrei had come into their lives about five years later to shortly become their closest friend. He didn't think he could stand the idea of losing either one of them. Later that night, as he drifted off to sleep, Krasimir silently prayed to whoever was out there listening that neither his, Livisa, or Andrei's names would be called out tomorrow on that dreadful stage.