Okay…well HI~! And I'd like to say once again thank you guys soooo~~ much for reading and reviewing my stories, da~!!

Okay well this chapter isn't from one person's point of view because it's from everyone's point of view…? Confusing, huh…? +sigh+ just read it and find out…

Also…I'm really sorry but this chapter is short…just flat out short…da~!

IMPORTANT!!! I left this out of the Message to Readers chapter, but, in my story sponsors CANNOT send in food and such to the tributes!!!!

Everyone had been practicing for the games and learning and enhancing different skills.

Well…most everyone anyway…

Now it was time to show off to the judges, and, just as he had been the first to be drawn from the reaping bowl, Feliciano was first.

He walked with a slight bounce to his step as he still thought they we're on vacation.

His wake up call was coming very, very soon…

It was the practice area but just without the normal crowd of people. On one wall there was a large amount of chairs, but only a few were filled. Feliciano walked to the middle of the room, "Ve~! I'm ready~!" He sang, not knowing what to expect or even what to do.

"What are you going to do for us today, boy?" A loud voiced boomed from somewhere in the middle of the bleachers.

"Um…ve, I guess I'll paint~!" Feliciano thought he would paint a puppy or maybe the ocean; but instead a large picture appeared on the wall behind him with lots of different shades of green. A pure white human-shaped dummy hung from it. It also wore green clothes; the only thing that gave away that it was there was the plain white face.

"Paint this; I don't want to be able to know it's there." The voice boomed again.

Feliciano got to work. Sure, this wasn't a puppy or the ocean, but it reminded him of Ludwig, and Feliciano liked to think about Ludwig. It made him feel good inside.

Feliciano painted delicate strokes of the lightest of green to the darkest of green on the dummy's face. Only about ten minutes later, the white could no longer be seen, except for the clothes which, if you were close enough, were a little off with the background picture.

"Ve~! I'm done~!" Feliciano flashed a smile at the judges; they ignored him and just stared at their clip boards.

Feliciano made a pouty face at being ignored and turned to leave the room, just before his hand reached the door, a voice spoke, not quite as booming as before, "This is not a vacation, this is the Hunger Games, fool, listen more."

Feliciano's normal happy expression wiped completely off his face; the Hunger Games were not a happy place for him. After all, they were where his brother, Romano, died just last year.

Ludwig watched in dismay as Feliciano walked stiffly out of the performance room. He decided not to ask, and walked through the door before it had even closed behind Feliciano.

Feliciano's head hung down in defeat, I'll go talk to him after this… Ludwig thought.

He entered into the middle of the room. The same loud voiced boomed over the intercom again, "What will you be doing?"

Ludwig ignored the question as he drug a dummy out from a stack of identical white human shaped figures. He picked up two razor-sharp knifes off a table. Then, he wacked away with one knife in each hand as he made slice mark after slice mark on the stuffed figure.

He only stopped when he saw red. Lots of red poured from the stuffed figure. He looked at the judges in confusion. They are stuffed right? Ludwig thought.

The man who was in charge of the games this year laughed and his voice was carried down to the confused German man in the middle of the room. "So, you can kill as long as there is no blood?"

Ludwig's face stiffened. He was not weak. He would NEVER be weak. He plunged a knife into the figures 'heart' and an enormous amount of 'blood' squirted out to cover his face.

The people in the stands cheered for Ludwig, and he got up, and calmly walked out of the room.

I hope Feliciano's okay. He thought as he walked into the room where the others were waiting. He ignored their looks of shock and horror. He walked down the hall, and knocked on Feliciano's door three hard times.

Kiku stared as Ludwig walked out of the room he was being forced to go into next, Ludwig had been coved in blood. We don't have to practice on real people do we, desu~? Kiku asked him self as he entered the room and saw people moving a blood covered 'dummy'.

Kiku didn't wait for the men to clear the floor, nor did he wait for the man to instruct him on what to do; he picked up two long swords and stabbed one into the ground. He pushed up and went flying at least six feet off the ground, he did a swift back flip with the swords making a 'x' in front of this body, and sliced the blood covered, stuffed dummy into four separate pieces.

Kiku landed squarely on the ground, dusted him self off, and left the room with out a word, leaving the judges speechless.

Ivan was next to enter the room; he took a long swig of his vodka before leaving it sitting right out side the door to the room.

The judges stared at the tall Russian man as he picked up a few seeds off the plant and seed table and started to explain things about them. "These seeds should not be eaten, da~! These ones are okay though~!" He ate the 'okay' seed. The judges were not impressed.

Ivan felt like he wasn't being treated properly. That was very bad of them. And, Ivan thought, bad children should be punished, da~?

Seemingly out of nowhere, Ivan pulled out a shiny, silver water pipe, with a faucet attached to the end. The smile disappeared from his face, and was replaced with a creepy grin. An odd sound came from his mouth, "kolkolkol" he repeated over and over. He walked slowly up to the glass wall that separated him from the judges; water pipe dragging on the floor behind him.

Once he reached the glass, he tapped on it three times with his finger to get the attention of the people inside. The glass was too thick, so it didn't work. So, he took a different approach. He raised the pipe above his head and slammed it against the glass. The wall shattered and pieced penetrated the judge's skin as well as Ivan's. But his was not as bad as theirs considering only a small bit of his skin could be seen.

"And this," Ivan screamed, "is me cracking your skull!" He slammed the pipe against the Head Game-maker's head. Blood squirted out of the man's head, and he fell to floor; dead.

Ivan turned, slung the pipe over his shoulder and walked out of the room.

He wasn't even in the arena and he had already killed one person. Well…not counting the Avox lady who he had caught staring at Yao and then pushed into…well that's another story.

Yao ran up to Ivan, "What happened, aru? You're all bloody and…scary looking…" Yao backed away when he realized Ivan still had his water pipe in his hand. Ivan ignored him and walked calmly down the hall and went into his room without a sound.

Yao told his tears not to come, and went into the performance room. He didn't want to think about what he had just seen. He preformed with his bows and arrows and left.

The following performances were basically boring, Arthur showed off with a magnificent show of swords, Alfred fired a few rounds of a gun into a dummy thirty feet away; blindfolded. Francis set a few traps, Mathew shot some arrows, and Gilbert beat the living shit out of a dummy with his bear hands. The only two after that that are actually worth mentioning were Roderich's performance, and Heracles'.

Roderich entered the room.

He thought as he entered.

I need to win this thing. He thought: The people that get '10's always die first. People with a low score stay in until at least the final five, and that's if they don't actually have a skill.

He strolled over to the corner of the room and removed the cloth off of the large thing underneath it, But, if they have a secret skill, and hide it from the judges, they might have a pretty good shot at winning.

Roderich smiled. A different smile than one anyone had ever seen on him. A wicked smile.

Roderich sat down at the piano and started to play. After just a couple of seconds of playing a voice boomed over the intercom. Different that the first one, considering Ivan had killed him. "What are doing?!" The voice shouted.

"I am very sorry." He stated calmly, "I have no talent that could be used in the arena."

He stood and walked out of the room, with a very smug look on his face, may I add.

The next and last person to enter also had the same way of thinking as Roderich.

Heracles walked in. Sat down in the middle of the room, and slept.

Then, when the judges yelled at him, he simply ignored them, and left the room. Then fell asleep again on the couch.

Everyone sat around the T.V, fingers crossed for a high number.

Finally the program started.

First to come across the screen was a picture of the happy Italian, Feliciano, eating a bowl of pasta. Below his picture was the number '5.'

Feliciano's eyes lit up for the first time since he found out he was in the Games. After all, a five WAS a pretty good number!

Next was Ludwig; under his picture was the number '10.'

Then it was Kiku, with, yet another, '10.'

Ivan came next; in his picture he was holding a bouquet of Sunflowers, under his picture, to his utter surprise, was a '10'!

Yao was next, he had a seven. He felt sad, but Ivan gave him a pat on the back and reassured him that if anything were to happen in the games, Ivan would give his life for Yao.

Then Arthur was next and he had a nine. Close…but still not a ten. He cursed himself. If only he had practiced just a LITTLE more…

Alfred was next to join the group of people sad because of their lack of ten, he also had a nine.

Francis got a five.

The AWESOME Gilbert was perfectly fine with his ten.

Mathew was a little awkward accepting all the pats on his back when the T.V. announced his '8.'

Roderich didn't know why everyone desperately wanted a good number. It was like they were asking to be killed. He sat back and let out a sigh of relief when his 'zero' came across the screen.

Gilbert turned and looked at him, "What the heck, Roddy!" Roderich shrugged.

Heracles had a similar reaction to his zero, and again, Gilbert turned to look at him, "What the heck, Heracles?!" He blinked bewildered, "Why didn't you guys try?"

Gilbert sighed. Neither Roderich nor Heracles was going to give away their secret. No one else answered for them, because they didn't know. More like, they didn't care.

It was late, and they were tired. It had been a long day.

They all went off to their respective rooms and fell asleep.

Tomorrow was the first day in the arena.

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End Note:

Show…how wus its…? Good? Terrible? Want to die? Not sure? I'm scaring you now? I'm scaring myself? I'm asking too many non-questions? XDDD

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'Kay, I shuddup now~!!!