2nd chapter! Warning there is a little GerIta but it doesn't mean the whole story revolves around them. Enjoy!
All the nations stood in around a small stage, terrified and bloody, but curious as to why they were kidnapped in such a violent manner. They were free to move around and they automatically formed small groups. Generally the countries stood with their families, and close neighbors, discussing their plans to escape, although none were successful. The kidnappers, who became known as peacekeepers, watched their every move and crushed any small rebellions that broke out among the crowd.
Germany, Prussia, Russia, and America were bound to a small wooden bench after brutally attacking one of the peacekeepers, Switzerland, Hungary, and Spain were alienated from the others when they tried to start a large rebellion, and the Italian brothers were under close watch after attempting to run away.
"I don't understand why everyone can't just work together. If everyone teamed up we could take them down easily!" Prussia exclaimed.
"Ja. It is the logical thing to do, but that's not how we work, is it" Germany hissed.
"This better be important!" America interjected. "I'm covered in blood, I'm starving, I'm cold, and this rope is hurting my hands!"
"Would you stop complaining?!" Germany snapped "It's bad enough I have to sit next to you, let alone deal with your childish behavior!"
"Chill out bro! I'm just venting!" Americas face grew frustrated.
"Well vent later! We have more pressing matters. And… and I'm not your bro!" Germany yelled.
Before America could respond, Russia broke up the argument by kicking him in the leg.
"Ouch! That hurt man!" America whined.
"Shh look. Someone's walking on stage." Russia said roughly getting the attention of a few other nations.
The countries grew silent as the young women walked on stage. In her hands were two small crystal bowls filled with small pieces of paper. She stopped at the front of the platform and set the bowls down next to a large golden podium.
"Hello nations" she smiled down upon the bloody, angered countries. "You all have been brought here today for a special purpose. Twenty-four of you will be sent to the most powerful nation, Panem, to play in the 100th annual Hunger Games where you will fight to the death in a large arena. One will have the chance to become our victor and return to their home a celebrity. The others will have had the opportunity to sacrifice their lives for our cause."
Her smile didn't even waver when she said 'sacrifice'. That scared Italy more than anything. She described the murder of 24 innocent people like it was entertaining; merely a game. He gasped along with the entire world when the words came out of her mouth. He quickly walked over where the Germans were sitting. Their hands had been untied and they were glaring at the women in hatred. He tried to hold Germany's hand, but Ludwig just moved his hand away in irritation. Italy sighed and then, in silence, he watched her pick up the bowl.
"Ladies first!" she laughed.
No one moved. Everyone seemed frozen as she began to draw the names. Italy knew these countries were most likely never coming home and there was nothing he could do about it. The peacekeepers were too powerful. All he could do was watch in horror.
"Wy" she announced to the crowd. "Come up on the stage." The nations saw a small girl step on to the platform. Tears were running down her cheeks as she stood alone.
"Belarus, Lichtenstein" she called and the two girls made their way to the stage. The crowd was completely silent except for Switzerland who Italy heard sobbing in the back of the crowd.
Belarus smiled slyly as she walked up on stage. She flashed a grin at her brother, Russia, who gave her a solemn nod, but Italy saw that a tear was running down his cheek.
The rest were called up one by one, "Hungary, Belgium, Seychelles, Ukraine, Monaco, Taiwan, Vietnam, and New Zealand. Each walked slowly to the stage and Italy began to cry. He knew that, most likely, none of them were coming home. They would be slaughtered mercilessly and their deaths would be the source of entertainment for the people of Panem. The women held their heads up but even though they looked confident, Feliciano knew better.
The men were practically emotionless. Prussia and Austria both flinched in pain as Hungary made her way on stage, but neither one could find the words to say anything. Russia was trying to compose himself although his violet eyes were still filled with tears. Italy saw the Asian nations hug each other and cry over their sister, but everyone else just stood there. The women smiled again at the crowd.
"Give a round of applause for the brave female contestants!" she shouted, but no one clapped. After a few seconds, she cleared her throat and continued. "Now for the male contestants!
All of the nations tensed and looked around calculating their chance of being picked. Italy tried to hug his best friend, but Germany just pushed him away again focusing on the stage, where the announcer was mixing the names around with her hand. She pulled one out quickly and read it aloud.
"England!" the older nation stood and Italy saw his little brother cry out! He walked up to the stage stiffly and his eyes were wide, staring at nothingness. "Austria! America!" Canada squeaked but no one heard him. Hungary gasped in pain as she saw her ex walk up on stage. She may not still be married to him, but she still cared for him. "Canada!" everyone looked around searching for him except for America who watched in horror as his own brother stepped next to him on stage.
Italy stood there watching everyone lose their loved ones. The pain that radiated through the audience was almost unbearable. Russia, Greece and Japan were called next and they quietly took their place on stage.
Italy's name was called after Japan. He was greeted by the deafening silence of the crowd. He turned around and faced Germany, but Ludwig just stared at Italy, wide-eyed. Tears began to form in Italy's eyes and he turned quickly away feeling more alone than ever. He began his slow and torturous walk to the stage, but before he could make it even a few steps, someone grabbed his arm and yanked him back. He screamed in surprise and in one quick motion was flipped to face Germany.
He was a mess.
"Italy!" he whispered. "Nein, they couldn't possibly have called your name. It was someone else. Right? Right?!" Blood dripped down his face and Italy realized the powerful country was crying; Italy had never seen him cry before. The tears mixed with the dried blood on his face, making red streaks down his cheeks.
Germany noticed that Italy was shivering and he quickly slid of his coat and put it onto his dear friend before pulling him close. They stood there in each other's arms; Ludwig brushed his fingers through Feliciano's hair while he sobbed softly on the German's shoulder. Nothing felt better to him then having Italy in his arms, safe. But the moment couldn't last forever and sooner than expected it ended with Prussia,
"Bruder" he said with concern. Germany heard footsteps coming up from behind him. In a motion too quick to comprehend, he whipped around and his hand seized the peacekeepers throat. His unnaturally blue eyes pierced through his enemy as he gasped for air. He was ready to suffocate the man when he heard Italy gasp. Turning around, he saw another peacekeeper dragging Italy away and yet another coming towards him.
"Nein!Italy!" He threw his adversary to the ground and launched himself at the Italian, easily taking the other man down with one swift kick to the knee. He crouched protectively over Italy ready to take out anyone to save his Feliciano but the peacekeepers overpowered him.
It took five to pull him away and pin him on the ground; the whole time Germany was yelling at Italy. Italy walked to the stage alone. He was sobbing loudly and whimpering Germany's name. The crowd began to break down from the touching scene, but before anything happened, the announcer cleared her throat. "The next tributes are France and China and Finland." After they were on stage the woman felt around in the bowl for the next two which she called out loudly.
"Germany and Prussia, please take your place on the stage as the final contestants of the Hunger Games!"
Everyone's eyes went to Germany who was being restrained by the guards. They let him go and he pushed them off angerly, his eyes flashing accross the stage meeting everyones eyes. Prussia walked over and gripped his big brother's hand as they walked through the crowd; His red eyes were gleaming and his mouth was turning up in a fake grin. Germany knew he was terrified but Gilbert kept calm and collected while walking with his brother up to the platform. They didn't speak as they met the eyes of all the other nations; many nodded in respect and the others shook their heads in disbelief.
As soon they made it onto the stage, Germany ran to Italy. He pressed their foreheads together and his cold blue eyes met Italy's warm amber ones. They were both still crying.
"We are going to make it through this. You hear me?!" He breathed.
Italy nodded in response and Germany pulled him close.
Men:
England
Austria
America
Canada
Russia
Greece
Japan
Italy
France
China
Finland
Germany
Prussia
Women:
Wy
Belarus
Lichtenstein
Hungary
Belgium
Ukraine
Monaco
Vietnam
New Zealand
Taiwan
Seychelles
There are 13 male tributes because there are only 11 women tributes and I wanted to have 24 total. XD sorry If that confused you!
Bruder- Brother