AN: Thanks to all the people who reviewed saying they wanted a chapter from Katniss' POV. Hope it meets your expectations! It takes place during Mockingjay.

Disclaimer: I own neither Hetalia nor the Hunger Games.

Her Nation

By ObsydianDreamer


"I don't believe this," Katniss thought, as she made her way down to the holding cells of District Thirteen.

She'd just been summoned down to the cells by the guards, where they were keeping a man that had fled from the Capitol. Apparently, he'd just walked straight up to the gates, completely dressed in Capitol fashion, and asked to be let in so he could talk to the Mockingjay.

To make it even more unbelievable, they'd believed him and let him in.

"He must be important," Katniss reasoned with herself. "Otherwise, they just would have killed him on sight."

As a general rule, Katniss did not normally trust people, especially people from the Capitol.

Because of that, the whole idea of meeting the Capitol escapee made her feel uneasy. The man was most likely a spy for the Capitol, or else working with them to somehow bring down the rebellion.

Arriving at the cellblocks, a guard by the name of Tobias checked her security pass and started leading her towards where the man was being kept.

"What's he like?" Katniss asked the guard as they walked. Tobias was a man who looked to be in his mid thirties, with short blonde hair.

"He's a bit strange," Tobias replied. "But I think he genuinely wants to help."

"Genuinely wants to help?" Katniss thought to herself. "I'll be the judge of that."

Eventually, the two of them reached the cell where they man was being kept. Unlocking the door, Tobias said one last thing before they went in."I should probably tell you that he might not be in a great condition. A few of the guards shot him when they first saw him, and although we treated him, it wouldn't surprise me if he was unconscious or dead by now."

Katniss nodded in understanding. She should have known that they wouldn't have just let a Capitol man in.

Stepping through the door and entering the room, the two of them found the man to not be injured or comatose at all. Instead, he was pacing around the room, a slight bounce in his step as if he was rather excited.

Noticing the new arrivals, the captive turned around and greeted them, a smile on his face.

"My Mockingjay!"

Katniss froze in place.

It was him. The man from the banquet, Ares Jackson. The one who told her that she had started a revolution, and that he was on her side.

Ares took a few steps forward, closer to Katniss. "I knew you'd do it!" Ares cried out ecstatically. "Even after Snow put you in the seventy-fifth Games, I still knew you were going to start the rebellion!"

Katniss couldn't help but smile a little at the man's enthusiasm. He'd been a little more composed at their last meeting, at the victor's banquet.

"Ares Jackson," Katniss managed to say, still surprised. "From the Victor's banquet."

The man grinned before speaking again, his voice quieter. "I'm glad you remember me. I've decided to come and help the rebellion; I've never belonged in the Capitol and for too long I've and done nothing while the people have suffered."

The first time she'd met him, Katniss hadn't noticed, but this time she did; Ares Jackson looked nothing like a Capitol citizen.

He was a rather tall man, with a strong build and calloused hands that could only have come from years of tough work. He had striking purple eyes, but they somehow looked natural, and not the work of one of the Capitols beauticians. His hair was an ordinary chocolate brown, and not dyed or cut in an unusual fashion, although he did have a flick of hair at the front which seemed to defy gravity and stand up on its own.

The most prominent feature though was a deep scar that ran down the left side of his face, from the top of his eye right down to his jaw line. Any other Capitol citizen would have had surgery to hide such an injury.

But not Ares.

Katniss wasn't sure why, but she wanted to trust him. Perhaps it was because he wasn't like the other Capitol citizens, in appearance or attitude, or because the first time she'd meet him, she'd felt like she'd known him her whole life. Whatever the reason, Katniss had a gut feeling that told her to trust Ares Jackson.

So she would.

She turned to Tobias to tell him to let Ares go, but the guardsman looked completely shocked.

"How are you walking?" Tobias managed to splutter out. "Scratch that, how are you even alive? When we brought you in here, you were full of bullets and barely breathing!"

Katniss only then remembered the guard telling her that Ares had been shot. Pulling back his suit jacket, she found his white undershirt completely soaked in blood.

"Get a medic." Katniss ordered. Tobias was about to leave when Ares stopped him.

"No. I'm fine, really," Ares claimed, before lifting up the ruined undershirt to expose his abdomen. "Seriously, look."

She expected to see him covered in deep bullet wounds. Instead, he was completely fine; there wasn't a scratch or bruise or any kind of injury on his skin.

Katniss took a step back, startled and confused. It didn't make any sense; no one should have been able to survive that many bullets, yet here he was, entirely uninjured.

Before she could say anything though, Tobias had pulled out his gun and aimed it straight between Ares' eyes. Ares just muttered something about, "Why does this happen every time?"

"What are you?" Tobias demanded to know. "Some kind of muttation? An abomination cooked up in the Capitol labs?"

"I can explain," Ares replied, his voice level. "You might not believe me though."

Katniss desperately wanted to know. "Go on. Tell your story."

"Well," Ares started, as if he'd told the story many time before. "I'm not actually human. I'm a nation."

"A nation?" Tobias said, sceptically. It was clear by his tone that he thought that Ares was crazy.

"Yes, a nation. Well, technically, a personification." Ares continued. "Every nation on Earth has a personification, a representative of the people. They're ageless, and can only die when their people stop identifying themselves as part of the country. They can't die any other way; they just heal."

"And you claim to be one of these nation-people." Tobias stated.

"Indeed. The Republic of Panem, at your service." He bowed as he said it.

Katniss wasn't sure what to think. The whole idea of a nation having a personification seemed absolutely impossible. Yet, at the same time, it made sense; it explained how he survived the injuries, and how she felt an inexplicable trust for the man. Looking over at Tobias, Katniss knew he was just as conflicted as she was.

A silence filled the room, and Katniss tried to think what to say. "So that's what you meant when you said you were higher than the President." Katniss mentioned, remembering back to the first time they'd met.

The man apparently named Panem smiled a little. "Yeah. Snow might be the President, but ultimately, he has no control over me. He never liked that though, not having complete power. Most of the time, I would just obey, because I had no choice, but every now and again, I'd kick up a fuss and remind him that I had not given up."

Now, there was no doubt in Katniss' mind. As unlikely as it seemed, he was the nation, her nation. "You really are Panem, aren't you?"

"I will admit that I have not been a very good representative of the people for the past 76 years or so." Panem said quietly, his tone apologetic. "I kept telling myself it wasn't my fault because Snow was keeping me prisoner, but that's just another excuse. That's why I'm here now. I had to do something."

"How did you get here?" Tobias asked, finding his voice again. "You said that Snow was keeping you prisoner."

"He was," Panem replied,"But as of late, he's been too preoccupied dealing with the uprisings and Peeta and the other tributes. One afternoon, just over a week ago, I just slipped out and left."

Katniss felt a pang of sadness flow through her. The Capitol still had Peeta, and she knew that they were torturing him for information he didn't have.

"Hey, Mockingjay," Panem said, turning to Katniss. He seemed to know exactly what was upsetting her. "Don't worry. I know where they're keeping Peeta and the others."

"Really?" Katniss whispered, not liking how desperate she sounded at that moment. Taking both of her hands into his, Panem looked her straight in the eyes before he spoke.

"I overheard Snow talking with his officers. Hopefully, they won't have moved him after my escape. I know how important he is to you though, and I promise, we'll get him back alive."

Katniss wasn't sure how the nation could promise something like that, but she believed him.

She believed in her nation, for perhaps the first time in her life. And now that the nation was on their side, the rebellion was going to win.

She could feel it.


AN: Thanks to all the incredibly awesome people who took time to fave, follow and comment on the first chapter! You guys made my day :D

I hope you liked this chapter as much as the last one. After getting reviews from people who wanted a chapter from Katniss' point of view and the fic to be continued, I wrote this. I didn't intend to write more, but after writing this, I've had a more ideas for oneshots about Panem and Katniss.

But I want to know what you guys think. Should I write more oneshots for this series? Like I said, I have ideas for future chapters, particularly ones involving Panem's past. That being said, I'm open to ideas and suggestions from readers as well.

Thanks to Bendsy and Lily Icerem for beta reading.