A/N: Yaaaayyyy... This is very late. :P I couldn't even explain why. Life happens, I have issues with vacations. xP Laziness, hectic-ness, and busyness is not a good combination.

Here is the long awaited finished version of chapter 4! Now btw, Routa is just going to be a somewhat minor character in the grand scheme of things, and it's just a coincidence that her last name is Tokyo. I figured that District three might have a little Asian community (as well as above average diversity in general), since I imagine that back during the dawn of Panem, they would have picked the smartest people to work with the electronics and electricity, and as much as I dislike stereotypes, let's face it, it's hard to imagine a group of super smart Americans without including one or two people of Asian decent. :P

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia, or the Hunger Games.

I didn't think the place could get much quieter, but it did. Even so, I stride up to the stage as confidently as I can. I meet Codin at the steps, he looks smaller than ever standing by the stage, and his eyes were as wide as they could likely get, "You.. you sure you know what you're doing?" I hear him whisper. It's then I notice a tear, still hanging on his cheek, he must have been just about to cry, and then I volunteered.

"Of course I do!" I ruffle the small boy's hair before I stride up the steps.

"Oh what a dashing young man!" Tami exclaims animatedly. Jeez, she is certainly excited. In comparison to the silent, shocked, and some of them just solemn, audience, she kind of gives the impression of a drunk person at a funeral. Tami turns the microphone over to me and asks so the the microphone barely but legibly picks it up, "Your name?"

"Alfred Jones," I decide to elaborate, since I'm on TV and all, "future victor," can't think of anything else appropriate to say, considering I'm going to be fighting people who are technically 200 years younger than me.

"It's nice to see someone with such confidence!" Tami takes back the stage, "Now we're not done yet, next up is the girls." Tami wobbles over to the glass bowl on the side where the chairs are.

I pick this time to try and find the people I know in the crowd. Which is not a lot, for better or for worse. Jessica is waiting impatiently for Codin, behind some peacekeepers blocking the way down the isle, while Codin shakily walks up the isle. Camerome was where he was earlier, frowning with a hand on his chin, looking kinda puzzled. Almost the moment Codin and Jessica meet in an embrace, I hear Tami's voice ring out a name, "Routa Tokyo!"

Tokyo, huh? interesting last name. It takes a while for a girl to come out of the middle section, pretty close to where Telle went. What I notice right away is black hair, and her glasses. Her fists are clenched and she refuses to meet anyone in the eye.

"Come on up now, don't be shy," Tami annoyingly chimes as Routa makes her way up the steps, I can get a better look at her now, and one of the lenses of her very thick glasses are missing, and they are also apparently too small on her, a small strip of cardboard on each side are needed to extend the width of the glasses so they are able to fit around her head. her eyes are grey, and her strait hair goes a little below her shoulders and is cut seemingly purposefully unevenly. She is wearing a tight and faded blue dress and old sneakers, but if you're looking for any of the Asian facial traits as her last name suggests, you have to look real close to see them. There is no way she could be much older than 15, she is at least two heads shorter than me.

Tami offers the microphone to Routa, "Do you have anything to say by chance?"

Routa looks at Tami and narrows her eyes, "No," She says in a rather emotionless voice, "I do not, missy."

"Alright then," Tami exclaims, apparently unfazed by Routa's attitude. Now Routa is staring at something... What is she staring at? Hm... eh, the girl is staring off into space. Tami's increasingly annoying voice chooses this time to speak again, "let's shake hands now."

I hold my hand out, but Routa doesn't react, she's still staring at something unseen off the stage or something.

"Routa," Tami's voice causes Routa to snap out of whatever trance she was in. She hesitantly holds out her hand and I take it. Is she trembling? Her eyes meet mine for a few seconds, scared wide eyes. It's then that the realization hits me; if I get out, she is going to need to die.

I feel so sick, what am I doing?

I'm hardly noticing me and Routa being escorted off of the stage by a bunch of those peacekeepers in helmets. Apparently now I'm alone in a room in that big building. I'm sitting on a black leather couch, the few furnishings here actually look decent.

The door is opening? How long has it been? Oh, it's Codin and Jessica, this must be visiting time or something, like Jessica mentioned the other day I think, speaking of which, I need a... token or something, don't I?

Telle comes in too, then I notice that Jessica is still crying. But Codin is the first to speak, "really? But, why?"

"It's the right thing to do. I am the hero after all... Heroes are supposed to..." Suddenly the image of that little girl flashes in my mind, her grey eyes, shaking hands, "do whats right."

Suddenly Jessica pulls me into an embrace, "don't think too much about it."

What? Did my voice crack or something? Damn...

"And..." Jessica continues, "thank you, for saving him."

"When you come back," Codin, speaks up, "We'll help you find your real family, It's the least we can do, right mom?"

Jessica pulls back a little and nods, "Yes," She is still looking at me, "Just come back in one piece, believe me even for you it will be difficult..."

Even for me... It will be difficult? What does that mean? Come back in one piece...

Eh, "Don't worry guys, I'm going to win, that's for sure."

Jessica sighs, but smiles lightly.

Telle has been standing near the door, as if unsure whether she wants to be here or not.

"So... About my token, glasses would count I guess?"

Jessica is apparently to busy staring into space so Codin answers, "yup, glasses count."

"Okay then," so I'll use Texas as my token then.

The door opens and the peace keeper speaks from the door, "Times up, everybody out."

Jessica gives me another quick hug, before getting up to leave, Codin says, "C-ya soon Alfred, good luck out there," He stays close to his mother.

Telle, suddenly walks up to me, and clips a tiny clip thing onto my glasses, "It's for good luck, and thanks," she says, "these kinds of little things with glasses can count as a single token according to past games," She pauses, "thanks, for saving my brother."

"Don't sweat it, It's my job to help people!"

She gives me a look, that says like 'really now?' Along with a strange smile. Then she is ushered out by the male peacekeeper.

It's actually not long until Camerome comes in.

Camerome sits down next to me and begins talking, "When the Capitol people come to interview us, we'll tell them that you have been living with us because your real folks have not been found yet."

Well, he's getting right down to business.

Camerome continues, "We will say that you are a neighbor we never really knew, you must portray yourself as from this district, you don't remember anything besides your name, and your district," he is facing me now, his eyebrows raised, "do you understand?"

"Why?"

... He does not seem like he's going to answer me is he? What difference could it make if I'm an outsider? I mean, if what he said yesterday is true, the capitol already knows that I am not from here... Would the public be a problem then?

Looking at him now, I don't know what he's doing, he is scratching his head underneath his black hair, like he's thinking hard...

"do you understand what I said?" Camerome finally repeats.

Okay then man, "yeah."

Camerome puts a hand on my shoulder, "What you did back there, that was an... unusual thing to do."

"Hey," I point out, "I'm going to win, Codin wouldn't, I'm helping him out."

Mr no-nonsense is giving me a strange look now, "you do realize that your life is in jeopardy don't you? Not only will you have other tributes to fight but the gamemakers may chose to get rid of you themselves if they wish, using the environment... mutts."

I nod somewhat absentmindedly, I am a little nervous now about what they would do if they found me to be apparently immortal, but hopefully it won't come to that. "If you are trying to scare me," I retort, trying to remain friendly, "It's not working."

Camerome looks me in the eye... Well? Finally, he smiles, well, more like a backward grin, but still, a smile. "Very well then, good luck out there. And, sincerely, thank you, the world needs more people like you."

We're both standing up now and the same male Peacekeeper tells us that our time is up. Camerome holds out his hand, and we shake hands, before Camerome leaves the room.

It's about damn time those guys came to tell me it's time to go, I must have been sitting in that room for nearly a whole hour! Feels longer than that actually, sitting in a room by yourself is pretty darned boring, even if the furnishings are nicer than what I've been seeing the past few days.

Me and Routa are being escorted by a bunch of unrecognizable peacekeepers with helmets on, to a train station behind the big building that must be a town hall or something. There is one peacekeeper in front, behind, and on all sides of both me and Routa, and they all are holding guns at the ready, definitely making sure neither of us can escape.

The train is already there, a really high tech looking one. Bright metallic green, silver and blue. I can't tell much more about it because we are quickly shoved in.

My eyes need to adjust to the light of the train car... Well, I see red, and purple, why does the carpet and walls have to be red, seriously? Creepy-ass people must have done that on purpose. There is several red and silver couches and couch-chair things, you know, those couches sized like chairs, arm chairs! that's it. They are assembled around a little table, which has several dishes and big fancy cups, all silver and gold. The carpet was mostly red with a little patters sown in with purple and silver thread. There is also a chandelier above our heads.

But most importantly, On the doorway to what must be another train car, engraved onto a silver door with black ink, is a few strange shapes, and below, the words 'Panem'. What is that blob supposed to be? And there is a circle roughly in the middle of the figure, in which depicts skyscrapers and such in a contrastingly multicolored and three-dimensional appearance. Is this supposed to be a map or some kind of concept art? The only thing that stands out is the city, does this black... shape mean anything, it looks like a finite shape, not just something an artist would use as a frame for the heck of it.

At least... I don't think so, I mean, art was never my thing, but it's still strange.

... Wait a second... Iv'e seen this shape before, as a map I saw on the internet, of what my land would look like if all of the ice caps melt. I walk over to take a closer look, a large area around where Florida is supposed to be is not there, but I recognize the form that must have been Michigan, and the whole shape besides the far east is creepily familiar. The big city, is located somewhere near the Rockies, if the proportions on this thing are right...

I take a moment to glance at Routa, who has just gone to sit down on a random mini couch near the corner farthest from the door I'm looking at by the window.

Well, I guess I can safely say that this is definitely the future of my land, after all of the stupid ice melts... And whatever else happens... I can fix this, right? I can try dammit! I take another look at Routa, who is looking out her window at the blurred scenery... Okay, first things first, I gotta get myself out of my current problem.
I don't know what we are supposed to be doing, so I just sit down and wait I guess.

I'm looking out the window opposite of Routa, sitting on a little armchair a little separate from the table in the middle of the room. We're heading towards the Rockies. I can get through this! I'm sure of it, there are only two things I'm really worried about. I gotta keep my immortality a secret, totally. Even from the invisible cameras and microphones all over the place. No doubt that data would be available to the people in charge of these games, the, gamemakers I guess, if these games are truly as much of a punishment and security thing that it seems to be made out to be. Then there is something else, I'm going to have to kill people. With how these games are set up I'm going to have to kill at least one kid in order to win and survive, unless somebody, like, falls off of a cliff or something, but what's the chance of that? I guess if there really are career kids that spend their entire lives training for this thing, and it comes down to me against one of them, I guess I could live with it... Kinda.

If I had been paying attention, I would have noticed that secret security camera people were not the only people watching me.

"Did you know the boy that you volunteered for?"

That girl''s voice surprised me, I almost forgot Routa was there, I turn around to see her facing me on the couch by the window across the room. Her part cardboard glasses making a stark contrast to the velvet, purple and gold couch she was sitting on, and everything else in the room really, "You mean Codin? Well, yeah!" I reply, "I mean, I've only known him for, like a few days but yeah, he's cool. And I couldn't let a little runt like him be sent off to die, you know..."

"So..." Routa continues, "You volunteered for an acquaintance of yours," she said this as a statement more than a question.

Alright, here come the lies again, "Well, I've known him for as long as I can remember, I woke up a few days ago with no memory other than my name. I've been living with Codin and his family since then. So, yeah," I try to grin, "Codin's kinda like my bro."

"Really?" Routa seems a little confused for a moment, before falling back into her default questioning look.

"Hells Yeah!"

Routa nods, "Okay, we're cool then, I guess, for now anyways, you know..."

Huh? "What like you weren't cool with me before?"

"Idiot."

"Did you call me an idiot?"

The door then opens, and I hear Tami's annoying voice, "Going at it already now kids?"

Routa and I stand up to see Tami, the Electro-girl wobble in. followed by the old pale lady with a cane, the younger brunette, the darker skinned dude, and lastly, Cackle. I'm still wondering how I have not seen Tami fall yet, seriously, she doesn't just walk, she wobbles! In high heels!

"Nah," Routa answers Tami, "We're just getting to know each other."

Before I can come up with a response to this besides, "What?" Tami begins introducing us to our mentors.

"Okay then, before you guys get carried away, you should all meet your mentors," Tami gestures to each person as she introduces them, "This lovely old lady is Arianna," said lady smiles warmly, "This is Beetee, and Wiress," Tami continues, "And mister I'm in a bad mood over there is Cackle."

Cackle really does not look that thrilled, he won't even look me in the eye, "Hey, Cackle, whats up?" I venture.

Cackle has his hands folded and a grim expression, he looks in my direction briefly and nods, "Yeah, hey," He looks away again then grumbles, "whatever."

Arianna comes forward with her cane, ignoring Cackle, "It's pleasure to meet you both, Alfred and Routa is it?"

"Heck yeah! that's me."

"Yes ma'am"

"Wonderful," Arianna smiles and nods before she comes closer and whispers in my ear so Routa can pick it up to, "By the way, don't mind Cackle there to much, he just doesn't like getting real close to the tributes he mentors, I assure you he really is a nice person, despite whatever rumors you might have heard."

Both me and Routa silently nod, before Beetee comes forward to shake Routa's hand. I guess that kinda makes sense, I would hate to become friends with somebody if I knew I would have watch them fight for their life and probably die on television. Though, Cackle already kinda knows me, so...

I kinda feel bad now, but that's just another reason for me to come out of this alive!

Beetee comes over and we shake hands, While Arianna compliments Routa's hair. Is that lady really a victor? She seems completely unaffected by the whole thing, and Beetee seems cool and collected as well.

The door opens again and the short man with black combed hair comes in.

"Alto, what are you doing here?" Beetee questions, apparently surprised.

I can get a better look at him now than I could when he was on the stage, he's wearing a white shirt and a tux, with no tie. He has bright blue eyes, and a birthmark on his cheek. Come to think of it I saw him earlier when Camerome was introducing me to people on the streets.

"I was thinking," Alto addressed Beetee, "I think I'll try being a mentor this year."

There is an awkward silence, well, it seemed awkward to everyone else in the room but I don't quite get what's going on.

Surprisingly, Cackle is the first to break the silence, "Welcome to the party, then."

"But Alto," Arianna walks toward him, seeming more curious than questioning, "you're sure?"

Alto nods, "I think so."

"Well then," Tami chooses this time to step in, "kids, this is Alto, the fifth mentor," she begins walking towards the door, "supper will be ready in an hour, we can talk strategy then, in the meantime I'll escort the tributes to their rooms."

Me and Routa are following Tami down the hallways of many train cars to our room.

"hey," I decide to ask since it's been bugging me, "what was up with that Alto dude?"

"I dunno," Tami shrugs as she walks, er, wobbles, "This is his first year mentoring, I guess."

Routa then speaks up, "Alto suffered some kind of memory loss after he won the fifty third Hunger Games, he does not remember anything about it, that's why he never mentored anybody before."

"Really!?" Tami exclaims, and I wonder for a moment if she's going to fall, "I had no idea!"

Routa shrugs, "It's kind of common knowledge in some parts of our district."

Well that's a little strange, but hey, "His mind decided that he doesn't want to remember it maybe."

"Maybe," Tami replies as she pushes another button to open another door. We walk a little ways into the train car before Tami gestures to two door that are right across to each other, "Alfred, this is your room, Routa, this is yours, the dining room is two cars that way," She points down the hall behind her with her thumb, "You all need to report there at four o clock sharp, got it kids?"

"Hey," I object, "I'm... eighteen! I'm not a kid."

"Would you rather I call you 'tributes' all the time now?"

Uh...

"I'll take that as a no," Tami grins while I hear Routa chuckle a bit, "See you both at the dining room," she waves before wobbling off.

A short time earlier

The sun is well above the town square of another district. Seagulls fly nearby, blissfully unaware of what is about to take place.

The people of district four have gathered below the mentioned before sun, in front of another temporary stage.

"Happy Hunger Games!" the audience claps as a tall brunette woman in a pink and white suit and tie, takes the microphone.

She walks with delicate and balanced grace to pick a girls name out of the girls bowl.

Picking names is a joke really, and the spectators know this, more often than not, a career will volunteer to go to the Hunger Games. A child who has spent his or her entire life preparing to compete, who is taught to kill in cold blood and win the games for their district.

The brunette escort calls a name, and before the person called can be bothered to react, a girl from the seventeen year old section calls out loud and clear, "I volunteer as tribute!"

She confidently takes the stage, and answers her escort's inquiry of her name promptly, "Marigold Ivory"

"What a beautiful name!" the Escort compliments before moving on to the other bowl, the bowl with the boys names.

As soon as she calls out a name, a monstrous teenager volunteers from the eighteen year old section, and walks with confident strides down the isle.

Mere seconds later, another voice is heard from the crowd, "Hey, what the HELL!?" another boy seemingly also comes from the eighteen year old section, "What the hell do you think you are doing!?"

The second boy stops the first near the front of the stage, both of them share blue eyes, a Caucasian complexion, and a respectable build, "volunteering dumb-ass, now get out of my way," the first man with darker looking blonde hair and a slightly taller height than the other grins manically, "You know you can't fight me, you couldn't beat me with Eleven of your little buddies helping you out. I could take you in a heartbeat."

The second boy, still outraged, "Try me weirdo, who do you think you are anyways, VOLUNTEERING in THESE games in MY district?"

The taller man then says, under his breath so that only the man in front of him can hear, "I think I own you."

The first volunteer easily doges the first punch from the second boy, while simultaneously winding up his right arm, and before the other can react, the first boy punches his adversary in the stomach so hard, he goes flying into the wall of the stage.

Nobody else dares to step forward, the earlier male volunteer knocked out cold, the tall, supposedly eighteen year old takes the stage as district four's male tribute for the 72nd Hunger Games.

A/N: R&R ^^

Also, what do you think Routa thinks of Alfred through-out the chapter and why? (I'd like to see how close your interpretation is to what I was going for)

And, of course, can you guess who the two guys from the district 4 reaping are? I'm pretty sure I dropped enough hints... -evil smirk-