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DisClaimer! : I, Brinoodle, do NOT own Hetalia : Axis powers OR the magnificent world of all that is the HUNGER GAMES!
Warning! : Alfie cusses once or twice!
I could easily tell the cause of what was waking me up from sleep, the warm tickle of light from a wide ray of sunlight. While my eyes opened; they were squinted as so I could adjust to the change in light. But that was only for a few seconds and my hands were already reaching over to retrieve my glasses. Yeah, I wear glasses but I don't really have a choice because I need them to see properly. Got an issue? Go get a tissue. More than easily did I kick back the lapis lazuli blue sheets my Dad got for me at my birthday in July. I guess it's okay to be the son of the District's Mayor. I'm always noticed at school, the teachers are kind to me but...I suppose I have dad to thank for that; since their pay goes past him beforehand. I don't have to worry if I'll be eating that day or night, because there's always food on the table and a roof over our heads. That's basically all that makes my family stand out upon the others in District Nine. Even kids of the mayors aren't excluded out of things; including the Hunger games.
Speaking about the games...Didn't today have to do with something to them? Slipping on my glasses, I turned and got up from bed. I didn't worry about making my bed; the maid could tend to that like she always does. Opening the door and walking down a long dark green carpeted hallway, I entered the household living room. There I could see and hear my dad chewing away to his own breakfast that from across the room I could easily smell as Deer meet, toast and eggs. His favorite.
"Mornin' Alfred." He greeted to me after swallowing a mouthful of toast.
"Hey dad." I replied, walking into the living room and out into the next, the kitchen. My mom was in this room, relaxed on an old-fashioned pine seat my grandpa made. She was holding a mug in hand that I could easily tell was coffee.
"Did you have a good sleep, Hun?" My mom asked, standing up from her chair and to the counter; probably to make my breakfast for me. I was right, because I already saw her reach for the bread to make toast.
"Mom, its ok I'll get it. I'm not a kid anymore." I said before she could go on. My mom sighed and as I turned to make my own simple breakfast, I could feel myself being watched. Obviously the watcher was my mom; with soft hazelnut eyes that always made me feel better when glum.
I, although, have these sky blue eyes like my dad does. My mom says it's my dad's 'Puppy dog' eyes that usually end up being victor of any arguments or decisions. Funny thing; I inherited that too. Almost every day when I was just a kid I would use that charm of a look to win over things like extra sweets or snacks before bed, to stay up later- even play outside on a rainy day. *Which my mom hated, because I always came back covered from head to toe in muck.* But honestly...I still use it time to time too. It just depends on the situation and what I was aiming to get.
After I finished my breakfast of some eggs, toast and bits of deer meat my first plan of the day was to dress ready to head out to the fresh game fields. Maybe today I can finally find those buck tracks; it was a rainy day around a week ago when I spotted some good bucks at the edge of the huntsman fields. They looked like 6 to 8 pointers, but since it was raining I didn't have my bow on hand. The rain might've washed away most of the tracks...But I'd find away and I always did.
As I began to walk up and out of the kitchen, my mom called my name.
"Alfred Hun, you'll need to wear some regular clothes today. You can't go attending the...The Reaping with your hunting gear. They'll think that their own mayor's son is a work-aholic." Was what she said. I was right, I thought today had to do with...With those games. I felt like sighing; because I knew from past experience this day was always a sad time no matter what positive addition. That- and I wouldn't get to check on the tracks today...Damn, one strike of bad luck after another.
"Oh...Alright! Thanks for reminding me." I replied cheerfully back, because at least if it was going to be a sad day I would be adding back any bit of positive measure I could to anyone or anything. I saw half a pearl-white smile back from my mother for my positive motivation, before turning back and heading into the living room. My dad was no longer sitting on the luxury couch *Imported by District 2 :P * but instead an empty plate of crumbs and yellow egg yolk smears sat in his place; probably for the maid or mom to get. He was probably backed in his office working out papers; hopefully he won't be too stressed over today.
Hopefully.
So from there I returned back to my room- which had my three favorite colors of red, white and blue in the appropriate spots over the room's atmosphere. Opening my closet my choices of what to wear weren't so hard. A white T-shirt, a pair of blue jeans and my favorite; my lucky 'Bomber jacket' as my dad and I call it. I've had it since I was 14, but when I got it that year on my Birthday it had been already a few sizes too big. Although I still wore it because my dad said eventually I would grow into it. I slipped the jacket over my back, my arms easily pushing into the sleeves with a comfortable fit; because without a doubt I did grow.
=====TIME SKIP SUMMARY: Alfred says 'Cya later!' to his parents, leaves his house and walks to the Hall-That-Is-Town where the reaping was being held. That's where this resumes. =====
I arrived pretty much on time, because so far the speaker-lady hasn't started and the dusty blacktop was still filling in with District Nine's people. It took pretty much five minutes for all who would be attending to arrive, practically stuffing the brown bottom-platform almost the entire way of kids and teenagers. Unfortunately although, I was far into the middle of the crowd and sort of stood out since I'm pretty tall. But oh well- Hero's didn't complain so I wasn't gonna.
Only a minute later a line of Peace keepers stood facing the crowd with either blank or emotionless faces; but they didn't scare me. My father often spoke with the Peace Keepers with business and mayor-stuff, so I recognized a handful of them. Two more minutes took place, before the white-suited guards turned the other way, facing this massive semi-circle black stadium where the whole thing was being held. I could see three colossal screens- each side by side - above the stadium. Painted on the screens was a live cam of the lady...Effie trinket I think her name was from last year, standing next to a podium. On the podium stand was a massive glass bowl that was a little too big for any goldfish I know.
"Hello, Ladies and Gentlemen! My name is Effie Trinket and today I will select the two darling children that will compete as District Nine's Career Tributes!" Said the woman on stage. Although- unlike a theatre performance, there was no cheers...Or boo's. We knew better than to insult someone of a higher position- least we have the wrong end of a Peace Keeper's club in our head.
Effie T. praised her white-gloved hand into the bowl; just inches above the white squares that contained children's names. Suddenly, a slip was snatched. For a second...I thought I was panicked; but Hero's don't show fear or even feel it so neither would I! I glanced up to the screen to see Effie placing the unlucky name to her eyes, before the name was announced to all.
"Lin Yi Ling." Was the feminine name spoken. Two...Three gasps maybe were sounded, before I saw a girl escorted from the crowd and her family, by a trio of peace keepers up the stadium and to a gold standing post. The far left screen shifted to a live visual picture of the girl. A closer view of her now, I could tell, that she was only a few years younger looking than I...Maybe 14...15 at most. A tiger Lilly occupied her head of long, chocolate brown hair. She wore a pink outfit...Was that a dress? I couldn't even tell, but it looked as if she was from a rich family- fairly rich at least. But we couldn't watch this girl all day; it was time for the Male tribute to be picked.
Again, Effie reached into the bowl with a fancy swirl of her hands before plucking out another named slip, like a robin catches a worm. She lifted the open piece of paper to her eyes, before returning her gaze to the crowd with the answer.
"Alfred F. Jones." Effie T. said, only to be instantly followed by a larger number of gasps than Lin had received. For a second...I was frozen. I think she said my name. No matter...I was the Hero...I couldn't back out now, not even to these stupid games! I felt a goofy grin spread to my face; the opposite reaction most expected to see. By now a small path had cleared and a group of Peace Keepers walked in to retrieve the new called tribute. Also unexpectedly- that tribute didn't need to be retrieved. Because he was already walking to them and not waiting. I walked the paces out of the crowd, up the steps and to my golden rink post. I faced the crowd with Sea blue eyes relenting a fearless aura.
I don't have to worry about this because the Hero's always win. They always save the victims and the day. They don't lose. Because of that- I wouldn't lose.
Because I'm the hero.
:D Not too bad, right? Hopefully so.
First, I imagined Alfie's house as a...Multiple room, one floor house. Unlike Arthur, alfred has a large *n' awesome* Bedroom, and in the halls it was painted a Tan brown, family pictures hung along with a dark greenish carpet. In the Living room, was a navy blue couch imported from District Two *The Luxury District* with one or two Deer heads, and a Bear rug placed a distance from behind the couch. *I might draw a picture of this to help if it confuzzles you.*
The kitchen had a large cooking counter in the center, with a Uish form of marble counters *Probably for preparing meat and such*.
SORRY if this seemed REALLY sloppy. I had to pack..3ish previous chapters all into one. D; *Note - I may add an 'Extras' with Alfred's goodbyes, but for now he has already said them and boarded the train.*
Thanks again Alex for beta-ing!
Lin Yi Ling = Taiwan
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