Let the Games begin! :D

The high pitched frequency rung throughout his ears as America launched himself off of the platform and sprinted toward the mound of weapons. He looked to his left and right to see half of the countries were doing the same while the other half sprinted away from the golden horn into the safety of the forest. He wanted something, anything to help him survive. He had to win these games.

My brothers are wimps, America thought as he saw both England and Canada running into the colorful trees. Oh well. I'll get the supplies and then find them. They need me. I am the hero after all! The other countries don't have a cha—

He was only about twenty feet from the cornucopia when a high pitched scream pierced his ears and shattered his focus. He looked ahead to see that someone had beaten him to the supplies… and the weapons.

Oh shit! America thought as he saw a bloody Finland slide to the Earth. An arrow stuck out of his throat.

Germany nocked another arrow and gracefully pulled the bow string up to the side of his lips. He seemed to hesitate, choosing another target, before releasing the string, sending another golden arrow flying into his next victim. Vietnam. She stood for a second, the throwing knife she was about to send into Ludwig's heart fell from her fingers, and she stumbled. Her knees buckled and she collapsed onto her back, one last moan escaping her lips before she went still.

America sprinted as fast as he could, hoping to reach a decent weapon before Germany could nock another arrow. He saw a mace sitting on top of the supplies and as soon as he was close enough he lunged at his weapon. He grabbed the handle just in time as he heard heavy footsteps running up behind him. He gripped the mace with both hands and swung with all of his might at his opponent.

Please just die, America prayed. Please be dead so I don't have to fight you.

The weapon glided through the air and metal met metal as Germany easily blocked the attack with his own sword. He swung again this time aiming at the German's face ready to end him once and for all. Germany ducked and avoided the mace, their eyes meeting for the first time since the beginning of the games. America hesitated when he saw pain in the German's usually cold gaze.

It was just for a fraction of a second, but that was all the time Germany needed. He took the opportunity and kicked Alfred in the stomach, hard, sending the young country flying through the air.

"Arrghh!" America groaned in pain as he landed on his back with a thud. He could barely breathe as he coughed and hacked, trying to recover from the blow.

This is it, America thought as he fought to stand. He will finish me off right on this wretched field. I never had a chance to begin with.

His vision was blurry, but when he regained his vision the German was gone. He was relieved until he heard another scream, this time cut off in a gurgle. The others had reached the cornucopia grabbing the nearest weapon and lunging into battle.

Blood. Blood was everywhere. It stained the grass, the people and the golden metal of the cornucopia. Cries of war and death filled the air bouncing around in America's skull. He looked around at his surroundings. Everyone was busy slashing and hacking at their opponents, many were at least a little wounded.

No one had noticed him yet and America saw the opportunity to once again sprint to the pile of supplies. He grabbed a leather bag and stuffed it with everything he could reach. A set of throwing knives, food, water, medicine and more weapons were shoved in the bag before he was approached by his next adversary.

He once again heard the footsteps coming up behind him and once again he swung his mace with all of the power he could muster. This time he heard the squelching sound of the metal spikes digging into flesh. He opened his eyes only to see little New Zealand had taken the blow right to the face. The left side of her head was a mass of gore and she slowly slid to the ground, her eyes never leaving America's. He noticed immediately that she was unarmed.

"Gah," America gasped and the mace slipped out of his fingers. "What have I done?" He began to back away and his heel caught a spear causing him to tumble backwards into the pile of supplies. He began to cry as he felt guilt and shame pierce his heart.

She had not even wanted to kill me. He screamed in his mind. She only wanted protection! And what did I do? I killed her! Her blood is on my hands!

He was done here. He would get away from all this blood and run to his brothers. If he stayed here any longer the others would spot him among the supplies and try to kill him. He didn't want to fight anymore. He had to get out alive to protect the ones he loved.

He shot out of the cornucopia towards the forest as fast as his legs could carry him. He jumped over multiple bodies, mainly of the little girls who were forced to fight with the powerful nations; some were still alive as they whimpered and fought to crawl away. He wiped the tears away from his eyes as he tried to compose himself.

He was only 15 feet from the forest's edge when he realized he had waited for too long. Someone grabbed him roughly by the back of the neck and yanked him back towards the chaos and the blood. He no longer had his mace to defend himself as he squirmed and flailed, his limbs trying to break free of the enemy's grip. He wasn't strong enough however and, no matter how hard he struggled, the grip on his neck only tightened.

Who the hell is stronger than me? I am America! He thought. His heart sank. Germany has come to finish me off after all!

He was dragged all the way back to the cornucopia where he was flipped around and pushed painfully into the side of the hard metal, Prussia's face inches from his own.

"Where do you think you're going, hmmm?" Prussia asked as he held America down. Blood was splattered across his face, matching his bright red eyes which were filled with the excitement of battle. "The party has just begun! Don't you want be a part of it?" He licked the blood that dripped down over his lips and America felt nauseous.

"Let me go!" He spat, but the albino's grip only grew tighter.

"Nein! You know what? I think I see your bruder, England, in the trees over there, ja?" Prussia asked coldly. Sure enough America saw his blonde shaggy hair sticking out from behind on of the trees. "I want him to watch you die, as your blood spills across the grass. And when I am through with you, I will kill him as well and Canada after that. Not one of you will be able to stop me. Your blood will be on my hands and I will like it. I will smile as it drips down my uniform; your life blood!" He threw America down on the ground forcefully. "Go ahead American! Run for your pathetic life!" America scrambled to his feet and sprinted away as the Prussian grabbed the largest, most menacing sword he could find.

He made it twenty feet before Prussia finally decided he had had enough. He slashed the bottom of Alfred's shoes causing him to stumble forward right onto his face. He gripped the grass between his fingers and silent tears dripped down his cheeks. He saw England in the trees as he watched in horror.

"Run.." America whimpered. "Please run. You could get away. You and Canada can still survive." He felt Prussia's boot dig into his back.

"Run!" America screamed one last time, sobbing loudly as he was pressed into the dirt.

Prussia flipped America over onto his back using the tip of his boot. "Now. You. Die." he said slowly, savoring each word as they passed through his pale lips. He raised his sword up above his head and smiled, enjoying the last glimpse of a defenseless and broken America. His sharp white teeth glistened as he shouted one last sentence. "I hope the audience enjoyed this as much I did." He laughed loudly and swung his sword, aiming straight for America's throat.

America shut his eyes and let death consume him.


China managed to get to the Cornucopia before Germany could spot him. He pressed his back on the cool metal surface and peeked around the side of the horn to see America taking on the German all by himself. He ran as quickly as possible inside, grabbing the nearest backpack and taking food and water. He knew he had little time; he wasn't a fool. If he stayed there for even a few seconds longer the other countries could overpower him easily. He wasn't as ignorant as America when it came to such things.

He had sent Japan and Taiwan to go find water and a safe place to make camp. They had come up with a secret marker that only they knew how to follow just in case he couldn't find them. They had made a plan last night at dinner that would ensure Asian victory. They would come out of this game alive no matter what.

China ran in the direction of the trees as fast as he could manage. On his way out of the cornucopia he grabbed a wok and two swords and slung them over his back. By that time the countries had made it to the supplies, spears and knives were being thrown in all directions. China barely ducked in time as a knife whizzed over his head.

He was almost into the trees when he was tackled from behind and pinned to the ground moaning loudly in pain. France sat on his chest and breathed deeply. He held a knife in his hands and stared down at China.

"What are you doing?!" China gasped. One of his arms was free but he couldn't do anything without risking being stabbed. His eyes grew wide and he began to shake in fear. France stared down at him in horror.

"I d-don't know," he sighed and began to weep but he still kept his knife raised.

"Please let me go," China whispered, his free hand slowly reaching for his bag.

"I'm not strong enough!" France growled to himself. "I don't know what to do! If Germany or Russia caught me I would be killed easily. The strong countries need to be eliminated, including you."

"Wait! I'll help you. Together we can bring them down," China's voice turned into a plea as he reached frantically for the backpack.

"Ohonhonhonhonhon," France suddenly laughed which startled the older nation. "Are you saying we should form an alliance?"

"Yes, preferably before the others run over here and kill us."

"Oui," he muttered and stood up off of China's chest. "Take my hand," he reached out and China grasped it tightly as the Frenchman lifted him easily onto his feet.

"Xie Xie," China replied and in one swift motion reached over his back, grabbed his wok, and hit France over the head hard.

The country stumbled and fell, hitting the ground with a thud.

"Sorry," China muttered before sprinting off into the forest. "I don't trust foreigners." He ran swiftly through the trees in search of his own family.


Seychelles had picked up a small throwing knife from off of the ground and went in search of supplies. She didn't have any allies and she knew that this was the only way to survive. If she didn't try and get some food and water she would surely starve to death in a matter of days, if the stronger countries hadn't already killed her. She was lucky and found a small bag filled with food and weapons that someone must have dropped.

She had what she needed and turned to run out of the battlefield when she heard a scream. Sure there was lots of screaming as the countries stabbed and slashed at each other, but this scream was relatively close. She turned to her right to see Austria struggling to get a good grip around Belgium's throat; she struggled and coughed as she lost the ability to breath. Austria had dropped his sword as he struggled to contain the woman and put her in a headlock.

Seychelles turned around and sighed. She couldn't leave this country here to die; she would never forgive herself. She took a step towards the two struggling nations, gripping her knife tightly. All she needed was one good stab to the stomach, but she was hesitant. She had never killed anyone before and she couldn't stand the thought of hurting another.

Belgium had begun to turn blue as she fought for air, but the Austrian was simply too strong for her to deal with by herself.

If I save her maybe we can form an alliance the nation thought to herself. She decided that she had to save Belgium. She took a step forward, only a few feet from Austria's back. She stepped a little closer and raised her weapon. She took a deep breath and aimed for the back of Roderich's neck.

All of a sudden she had the wind knocked out of her. The impact was so quick, so sudden that she couldn't even see what country had punched her. She began to lose her balance and gasped as she fought hard to regain it. Pain radiated up her stomach and she felt sick, pressing her hand to the part that hurt her. The fabric of her uniform felt odd in her fingers and she lifted her hands away in curiosity. They came away drenched it a deep crimson, sticky and dripping with blood. She gasped in shock and looked down at her stomach. Right above her navel the long shaft of an arrow protruded from her flesh.

"Ahh," she gasped and clumsily stumbled into Austria who jumped in surprise. He released his grip on his victim for a second and pushed the wounded nation away with one arm. She began to fall backwards, but before she hit the ground a hand caught her by back of her jacket. She was put back on her feet and the country that had grabbed her walked around to face her. She was feeling dizzy and her head spun, every little movement sending waves of pain through her entire body.

The country touched the arrow and she screamed in agony. Her eyes focused on the tall blonde nation that towered above her, shaking his head. In his hands he held the golden bow that he shot her with. She gasped and tried to retreat but the country simply slung the bow onto his back and grabbed her by the shoulders. She shivered and began to sob.

"Please don't kill me!" she pleaded.

"Relax," he ordered and slowly and gently lowered her to the ground, trying his best not to cause her pain.

"I'm going to die aren't I?" Seychelles whispered in between sobs, her body beginning to convulse in fear and panic.

"Ja," he said coldly, "You have lost too much blood. I didn't mean for this to happen." His eyes flicked back and forth as he made sure no one was too close. He had a little bit of time left. "I meant to get a clean shot. I didn't want you to suffer." One hand supported her back as he laid her down on the grass. "I need you to be really still now."

Seychelles saw him pull a knife from his belt and she shrieked in fear, trying with all her might to get away. Germany easily held her in place.

"I said stay still," he growled and then he stroked the girl's hair with one finger trying to get her to relax. "Now I need you to close your eyes. I can make the pain go away, but only if you follow orders." She looked up at the powerful nation, completely terrified. He was so strong, so large and one of the scariest looking countries she had ever seen, but his eyes were so gentle. She saw the sincerity in his face and nodded slowly. Tears flowed down her cheeks and she clenched her eyes shut.

"Know take a deep breath," he said quietly and she complied. She felt his grip tighten as he brought the knife up to her neck. "Es tut mir leid," Germany whispered before running the blade hard across her throat, slicing through her jugular.

The pain immediately subsided and she felt warmth spread throughout her body. She felt herself quickly beginning to fade and let herself fall into the blackness.

"Thank you," the words slipped out with her last breath. Everything went black.


On the other side of the field Russia was enjoying himself as he ended up in the middle of the fighting. In one hand he held a pipe and in the other a dagger. He laughed as the others charged him, feeling their anger and hatred that only added to his pleasure. He found this quite amusing, but wished he could have done this as a nation and not a human being. He could have taken over quite a bit of land; even working together, the others didn't stand a chance.

Hungary was the first one brave enough to challenge him alone. She held a frying pan in her hands and swung ferociously at the Russian, who laughed at the woman's pathetic attempts at actual fighting. She landed one solid blow to Russia's head, but the nation quickly recovered before she could get in another hit.

"Kolkolkolkolkolkolkol," Russia's purple aura surrounded him and he smiled. He was displeased with the ways things turned out and swiped her in the stomach with his pipe. She gasped in pain, but like Russia, she too had a high pain tolerance. She stood right back up and launched herself at the large nation, wielding the pan above her head shrieking with rage.

Russia admired Hungary. She was a tough woman, never backing down or showing the slightest hint of fear. If they weren't trying to kill each other he might have tried to form an alliance with the nation until the more powerful countries had been disposed of.

That's too bad Ivan thought to himself. And to think she could have become one with Mother Russia.

They continued slashing at each other and even Russia got bored of ducking and dodging her blows. When Hungary lashed at him again he grabbed the skillet and pulled her body close. One of his hands went around her waist as the other closed around her throat. She struggled, but couldn't free herself. She glared at the Russian with rage and his light lavender eyes lit up with excitement.

"I'm sorry that I have to kill you now," He smiled and then paused. "Wait… no I'm not!" He took his hand off of her waist and gripped the knife tightly. He had to drop his pipe in order to grab the young woman, but this was all he needed. He pressed the blade firmly against her neck and was about to slit her throat, when Greece ran into Ivan at full speed in an attempt to knock him off of his feet.

Russia swayed on one leg trying to stay on his feet, and after a second he had balance. He threw Hungary off of him and launched himself at Greece knocking them both over into the dirt. He relentlessly punched and jabbed at the man until he felt his nose snap under his fist. Greece screamed in pain and rolled over onto his knees.

Russia stood up as quickly as possible and grabbed Greece by the collar of his uniform. He immediately got scared and started begging for his life. He had never fought Russia before and now felt the full power the nation possessed.

"You are so brave," Russia laughed, "And yet so stupid." He took his knife and rammed it right into Greece's stomach. The country gasped in shock and flailed around trying to escape but to no avail. With one final laugh he twisted the blade and Greece screamed in agony and blood began seeping from his mouth. It flowed heavily down his shirt and all over Russia's fingers. He smiled and released the nation, who fell to ground at Ivan's feet.

He bent down and picked up the pipe off of the ground. He was satisfied with his kill and turned to look and see who was all dead. He saw surprisingly few bodies for the amount of fighting they did. He counted seven, and was immediately let down.

So many countries retreated before the fighting even began he thought. That's no fun.

He turned to see that Hungary had also taken off, along with the others and saw Germany and Austria covered in blood as they searched the grounds for survivors. Austria went and checked the pulse of one of the little countries; Wy. Germany gave him orders and Roderich picked up the little nation and walked her over to the cornucopia where he passed her off to Italy.

Italy, Russia thought. I haven't seen him since the games begun. Was he behind that giant pile of weapons the entire time? He saw Germany run out of view behind the giant horn. He looked furious as he stormed off.

Russia debated whether or not he should try and kill them all now or later. He was about to sneak over and snap the Italian's neck when his decision was cut short. He heard a shrill battle cry and felt something sharp and menacing sink into his shoulder. He screamed and shook furiously trying to fling the little country off of his back.

After a few seconds he was successful as the small little Lichtenstein flew off and landed on her feet. Russia was furious but he did the best he could to hide the pain.

"Well this is interesting," he smirked as he turned around to face the child. She held her ground and held a small knife out to show Russia that she was armed. Ivan gritted his teeth and then swung his pipe around hitting the side of Lichtenstein's face. She cried out as her nose broke and blood gushed down her face. She began to break down and cry but before Russia could kill her she sprinted to the forest and was gone.

Russia looked around. The blood bath was over. He was the only one left and he too ran to the forest. I need to find my sisters before they begin to worry. Belarus is going to be angry with me for not letting her fight. Russia sighed. He hated when his sisters were angry.

Once he was in the trees he stopped and pulled the blade from his shoulder. She got away! He yelled at himself. I should have just ended her. He wiped off the blade and put it in a small bag Greece had dropped. Oh well, He laughed to himself. I will kill her eventually along with every other pathetic country. I won't let them escape next time.


Please don't hurt me! XD Greece and Finny just had to die! I also wanted to give one of the lesser characters a POV lol it just happened when I was writing I had no control over it. And please review! I want to know who your favorite country is so far and who you think should win and why! Anyone could win! It is only the first day.

Xie Xie- Thank You

Es tut mir leid- I am sorry

Deaths:

Finland

Vietnam

Seychelles

Greece

Monaco

New Zealand

Belgium