Chapter 2

Sunshine began to reach every part of the arena as morning came, along with footsteps of an enemy, not just one but five. England awoke to the sounds of their steps along with the bushes moving around. He quickly moved himself to his feet, bending down and watching for them. Slowly out of the bushes came Germany, followed by the two Italian brothers and Spain, then Hungary followed in. He quietly grabbed the bow on his back and the arrows in his hand and put one to the bow, aiming carefully but seeing the trees in the way; that's when he was noticed.

"Oh my. I see a certain nation who killed off my Armada~" Spain said. Germany quickly looked up at the Brit and grabbed a knife from his pocket and tossed it to Hungary who quickly aimed and threw it at the Brit. England fell back as the knife flew past his face, just missing him and hit the branch above. England fell backwards into the air, grabbing onto a branch to stop himself to completely falling. He held onto a branch with one hand, not being able to reach with the other as he could hear Romano laughing down on the ground.

"Haha! Not so tough huh 'Great' Britain! ?" Romano yelled. England's hand slipped a bit as he tried to grab on with the other hand. Slowly, the bow slipped down his arm as he tried to catch it but it fell and hit the ground, along with every arrow but the one he held in his lose hand. Germany grabbed the bow and an arrow, then aimed it at the dangling nation so high above. "Shoot him you potato bastard!" Germany pulled back and shot one, only to miss and hit the branch he was sitting on at first. Hungary then took an arrow and cracked it in half, only taking the sharp edge. She aimed it at the Brit and threw, this time not missing.

England screamed in pain with the sharp stab of the arrow head in his stomach. His hand slipped and he fell, but thankfully grabbed onto the larger branch below and pulled himself onto it before Germany could hit him with another arrow. "Good shot Hungary." Spain commented. They stared at the Brit to get him down, Italy suggesting they tried to knock the tree over but that could never work, clearly. England held onto the branch for dear life as the others came up with some kind of plan. "There is no way he can stay up there forever, he'll eventually have to come down if he doesn't die from that wound."

"He has the point." Hungary agreed. "He'll eventually fall."

"Agreed. Let's wait it out! Veh!" Italy said. "We can finally sleep then~"

"Si. With this idiot on this one." Romano said. England tried listening the best he could, getting in on the plan, and automatically knew Germany was their leader. He kept the only arrow he had in his grip and tried balancing himself on the branches.

"Ja. Fine. This works." Germany looked toward England and back. "I'll stay up and guard. You four sleep, just remember it's still light out."

"Si~" Italy put his hand up in a solute as the other three nodded. Within minutes, the exhausted nations were asleep on the hard ground, only with Germany awake and watching for anyone else. England sat on the steady branch and put pressure on his wound, though the blood seemed to not stop flowing out. He kept pressure on it and attempted to wait this all out, the sun had risen to its highest peek by the time he finally got the bleeding to slow down.

He felt sick to his stomach, blood covered his hands by now and he had lost so much blood that he began to pass out. He looked down as Germany still stood there guarding them with his knife in his hand. England let the back of his head hit the tree as he began to just give up. "Psst!" He could hear a whisper coming from a near by tree. England looked up and over to find Sealand squatting down on a tree branch. England raised an eyebrow at the boy, mouthing for him to go away so Germany and the others wouldn't see him. Sealand didn't move though but instead pointed up above England. He looked up and that's when he saw it: the bees nest.

The voice echoed in his head about these bees. They weren't like bees, a sting could kill you easily. England gulped with the thought, the hint Sealand was giving to him. He looked down at the enemies below him, the thought of killing them made him sick. But they had tried their best to kill him, after all, there was only one winner. England carefully sat up off the tree and looked up at the nest. He got a firm grip on his bow and settled the arrow into it, pointing it up at the nest before Germany could see.

"What are you doing! ?" Germany yelled but it was already too late. The arrow had struck through the nest, cutting it in half and having the bottom half fall onto their group below. They all quickly woke up with the sounds of buzzing as the bees began to attack them, Germany was the first to take off only after he attempted to get Italy away. Hungary screamed as the bees attacked her but she managed to run away, not getting far and collapsing a few feet away. Spain managed to grab Romano away, though he himself was stung in the arm. England looked as the group scattered except for one nation. There was no celebration of his attack as several bees buzzed around him after their nest fell. England tried ducking first then swinging them away but that only angered them more. They stung as he lost balance and slipped off the branch, falling hard onto the ground… A cannon fire shot off….

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France quickly took off away as Greece's blood splattered onto the ground and trees. He ran as fast as he could with the slight wound to his head, it didn't bleed too much but his vision was blurry. He wouldn't look back as the violent nation bashed Greece's head into a rock, even if he was already dying. He wouldn't stop, not until he breathed his last breath. France could hear someone chasing him as he quickly ducked down just as small knives flew over his head. He looked back to Belarus jumping over a fallen tree branch, France quickly got up only to fall again as she got closer to finish him off as Greece's cannon fired off. He quickly jumped behind a tree and ran again, ducking and hiding when he could to confuse Belarus. But as the real threat came closer, he had no choice but to run into the center of the field where they had began, where the bloodbath had taken place. He ran and hid with the supplies, staying quiet but also managing to look around for anything useful.

He managed to grab a sharp jagged knife before sneaking out the back away from the small group if trained killers. Belarus stood at the front of the supply holder, she tried to go after France but decided he wasn't worth it. She turned back toward her big brother as he simply walked up toward them. He stopped and looked around at the packages of supplies that had been dropped off a little before noon; a creepy grin slid across his face. Belarus simply looked toward him as Lithuania came up behind him. The trio had agreed to stay together; Russia was the leader, Belarus was extremely useful when it came to killing their enemies, and Lithuania was useful for finding things and if they really needed to, they could easily sacrifice him.

Russia smile though. "This is ours." He looked around at the surprises. "The less supplies the others has, the more likely they will come back here to get some." He looked toward Belarus.

"Then we can kill them." She said. Russia smiled and nodded. He picked up what looked like black rope and his smile grew as he looked through the pile of supplies.

"Cover the pile with this." He directed as he looked down the long line of rope. The two nodded and did as directed as Russia walked around a bit and thought of how this would plan out. Surely there were bigger groups, but not nearly as strong as the three of them. Russia believed they had this in the bag, sooner or later one of them would be the winner. His only problem was Belarus. When it came down to it, would he be able to kill her?…

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France hid as fast as he could in a cave he knew no one was in. He kept his knife armed and close to him as he walked into the darker cave, looking in for anyone that would attack him. He heard a slight movement of rocks and quickly put the knife up. He looked in as he saw the shadow of someone sitting behind a huge rock. France gulped a bit but growled to seem impressive and integrating. He turned past the rock and aimed the knife at the enemy, only to find the most familiar face he could. "Canada!" He quickly fell to his knees and hugged onto the frightened boy but he gasped in pain once France tightened his grip. "Désolé!" He quickly let go and took a better look at the boy. He was battered and bruised already. A deep cut was across his cheek along with dried blood on the side of his face from a slight wound on his head surrounded by bruising. "W-What happened to you?"

"Greece chased me." Canada said. "I had water and he chased me." Canada managed to stop shaking in his fear once he saw his father's familiar face. "It was hard to get away. I hid in here and I've been hiding since last night."

"Greece is dead now anyway." France sat down. "Russia killed him." Canada gulped a bit. "He's the one we need to look out for. I think I lost them back at the supplies bunker."

"Them?"

"He's with Belarus and Lithuania." France opened up his container of water and gave the bottle to the pale boy. "You look dehydrated, have some." Canada nodded in thanks and took a small sip of the water. "I know there's a river close by, you can drink as much as you want."

"P-Papa, no-"

"Drink it." France put his hand to the boy's face, urging him to drink more of it. Frankly, he didn't care if the boy drank the whole bottle; he cared about him too much to see him die over something so trivial as this, or to see him die at all. Canada nodded and drank more of the bottle, though once he started he couldn't stop with the water cooling his body and soothing his sore throat. He ended up drinking the whole bottle, then turned to France in fear and depression. France shook his head but smiled. "It's fine Canada, you needed the water."

"Merci papa…" Canada gulped a bit.

"You look so tired… the sun is starting to go down too." France looked out of the cave as darkness started to cover over them. "You should sleep, I'll stay up and watch out, okay?"

"But-"

"No buts, sleep." France took off his jacket he had stolen from Greece before Russia has came, that was the reason he was there in the first place. Jackets were hard to find in the arena, but they were vital at night since fires would send out too much of a signal. He gave it to the boy though, Canada was shaking so badly that France's heart was aching over his suffering; he didn't deserve to be thrown in here like this. "Put it on." Canada pouted. "Do it Canada." he nodded and grabbed the jacket from France's hands, throwing it over his shoulders then slipping his arms in. He zippered it up then leaned back against the wall of the cave, closing his eyes in some sort of peace. He was exhausted, he hadn't slept the night before because he was running. He peeked his eye open at France, who sighed at him to sleep, then closed his eyes again. It was worth a try to sleep….

The night sky showed the screen of those who died. It lit up the sky for everyone to see, showing those who had been killed in today's actions. But less than everyone expected.

District six: Hercules Karpusi

District Ten: Feliciano Vargas

Only two people had died today, along with six who died the day before. Who was left? Russia, Belarus and Lithuania were a team. Germany was on his own. Spain and Romano were together. No one knew where Sweden or Finland were, nor were Switzerland was. That sneaky ninja Japan was hidden away from anyone. France stayed close to Canada and hidden in the cave. No one knew anything on Hungary, England, Sealand, or America. Everyone except America himself.

He sat aside the only clean river hidden along the woods. It was well hidden so no one could see him. He tried warming himself up by blowing hot air into his hands, rubbing them together, and rubbing his hands on his arms. He kept dipping his hands into the water to take a few drinks, then laying down on the soft grassed-ground. The soil seemed very soft as it merged into the water, it was like a bed. But America couldn't fall asleep, he would never wake up in this place. He stared up at the stars and thought of his friends, if they were okay. He worried about England, he cared for his father figure and only hoped he would survive long enough. He really worried about Canada, his little brother thrown into something so deadly… he hated fighting, death, all of this… he wouldn't make it and that scared America the most.

Before morning even came, another cannon shot had gone off in the middle of the night. America managed to stay awake the entire night but rested his body well enough that it would be good enough to explore again. His worried thoughts ran through his head as he got up and began to walk again. The moment he heard a small branch breaking though, his thoughts focused on the enemy slowly getting closer…

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Hope you're liking it. I'm finally getting back into it! Yay!

Wooo~

The scene in the book showed Katnis shooting the "bee's nests" is now England because he's a character that actually knows how to use a bow and arrow, or at least that's what it seems. Oh well~

Anyway, yeah Italy is dead. I'm sorry, he didn't get away in time. But now Germany is PISSED. Be prepared for German rage :O