Author's Note: +sigh+ Well…here's another chapter. I'm very grateful to all my readers and reviewers. It makes me happy to know you guys aren't quitting on me just because people are dying. I promise that I will try to make all the upcoming deaths interesting…and gory~! +smirks devilishly+

Francis sighed. Another canon. It seemed absolutely no one cared about his little Mathieu's plan!

Although, Alfred's death was from the Capitol. He knew this because he had never heard or seen a bomb or mine of some sort be placed in the cornucopia during one of the Hunger Games before.

Francis looked over the last remaining contestants in this game of life of and death. He, Mathieu, Gilbert, Roderich, Feliciano, and Ludwig were still alive. It seems everyone is dying in couples…ah, l'amour, no one can live with out it. Francis thought, shaking his head.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Gilbert yelled. Francis turned his head toward the Prussian. How was death awesome? He thought.

"DID YOU SEE ALL THAT BLOOD? HE WAS LIKE 'HEY! MY FRIEND CAN HELP US!' AND THEN HE EXPLODED! THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!!" Gilbert screamed.

"Uh…sure, Gilbert…" Mathew muttered. He didn't find the fact that two more people had died very 'awesome' at all.

Francis sighed. He had no clue how this year was going to turn out. Personally, he didn't want to know. It was obvious, to him anyways, that everyone had found their life partner whilst in the games. If something like this could bring twelve lonely people l'amour all at one time, then maybe it wasn't all bad. Of course, there would still be one lonely person left at the end.

Feliciano wasn't EXACTLY sure what had happened with Alfred. He knew Alfred was dead, and since everyone but Arthur and Alfred were back at the camp, even he could guess who the second canon fire had represented.

Feliciano looked over at Ludwig; he was working on getting the fire started. Feliciano smiled as he skipped over Ludwig, "Vee~!" Feliciano said as he sat down next to the German and warmed his hands on the fire that had finally started to flame. "Ludwig will protect me, right~?" He asked, leaning his head on Ludwig's shoulder.

Ludwig laughed, that was stupid question. He patted Feliciano on the head, a small blush spreading across his face.

A loud shout sounded from somewhere close by. Ludwig stood and turned around. Not more drama…

"MATTIE! JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! NO ONE REALLY CARES!" Gilbert screamed.

"But…we just shouldn't kill each other, ay…it isn't right…" Mathew said twiddling his thumbs.

"THE WORLD ISN'T RIGHT, MATHEW!" Gilbert shouted again.

Francis didn't like the way this was going. "Mon ami, mon ami, please calm down. No one wants to get hurt." He cooed, stepping between the two. (Note: Mon ami= my friend)

"I'M TELLING YOU! THE GAME WILL GO BY MUCH FASTER IF WE JUST KILL SOME PEOPLE!" Gilbert said, arms flailing above his head in exaggerated emotion.

"That's what Alfred tried, ay…and…you saw what just happened to him, ay…" Mathew said; looking away, after all, he and Alfred had been good friends while they were still in training.

Francis reached an arm around both of the men's shoulders, pulling them close to him. It was almost as if he were the dad of two bickering girls. He chuckled a little, "Stop getting so worked up," He said, shaking his head and looking between the two, Gilbert; fidgeting to get away, and Mathew; cuddling close to him, "both of you." He chastised.

The next thing he did was very…un-dad-like. He reached both his hands down and grabbed their butts simultaneously.

"FUCK YOU!" Gilbert screamed getting away as fast as possible, "YOU FRENCH PEVERT!"

Mathew just blushed and moved his own hand down to remove Francis' hand from his ass.

Where's Roderich? Gilbert thought before he disappeared into the forest.

Francis smiled; sliding his hand up the back of Mathew's shirt and rubbing small circles on his back. Mathew shivered and leaned against the Frenchman; sighing contently.

Francis looked up at the darkening sky, the moon already visible. "Come on, Mathieu, it's getting quite late, non?" He said; twining his fingers with the smaller males' and leading him toward where they had been sleeping. A few moments later Feliciano, yawning widely and tugging a German behind him, crawled into his own shelter. Francis stared up at the stars with Mathew; lying very close to one another, to share each others warmth, Mathew almost lay directly on top of Francis. The Capitol's seal appeared in the sky just as Francis saw Gilbert and Roderich slink out of the forest and crawl into their own shelter.

Alfred's picture shown bright in the sky and they were all reminded of the Alfred they knew before the games; before all the killing. The happy young man who called, "I'M THE HERO!" when ever he got the chance, and was planning on making the train go by Mc Donalds, which, of course, was not possible. The Games turned him bad. Francis was almost positive that Alfred hadn't even thought of killing anyone until the games; until he met Arthur. That's what love does to a person. Francis thought sorrowfully.

He could feel Mathew's breathing evening out, and then he heard a small snore coming from the Canadian's nose. Francis sighed; he wished that he could spend eternity like this. But, of course, there was no way he would ever even think of depriving Mathew of the rest of his life.

Arthur's picture was next in the sky. Francis laughed remembering the Englishman's rude comments on just about everything. He remembered how the smaller man would always wake up very early and try to cook breakfast for the rest of the tributes while they were still in the Capitol; training. That lady with blue hair really hated him when he would almost burn the kitchen down. He didn't care…he hated her, too.

Arthur's picture disappeared from the sky. Francis closed his eyes and rolled over onto his side. He wasn't sleepy, but he needed his beauty sleep, after all. He sighed and closed his eyes. Mathew was still cuddled close to him. Francis wrapped an arm around the Canadian and slowly pulled him closer, trying not to wake him. After a few minutes of lying there; pushing all the outside thoughts out of his mind, he finally fell asleep.

Francis awoke to the bright sun shining down into the small hut. He opened his eyes and realized Mathew was gone. He sat up and brushed a hand through his hair and blinked several times. He opened his mouth to yawn then lifted his arms above his head in a stretch.

It was a beautiful day. He could hear the birds singing, whether they were Capitol-made didn't matter, it was still beautiful.

Francis could hear noises from around where the camp fire usually was. He crawled out and found Gilbert waving a sword in Mathew's face. Francis jumped up and raced over, desperate to see what they could possibly be fighting over this time.

Gilbert sighed as he saw Francis coming toward him. Francis grabbed the sword and tried to pull it from Gilbert's grasp, but it ended up just being restrained. "MATHEW! I'M SERIOUS! JUST KILL SOMEONE! YOU WANNA GET OUTA HERE, RIGHT?"

"Gilbert, don't make him do something he doesn't want to do." Francis threatened, pulling, and failing, at getting the sword from Gilbert again.

Mathew stood, frightened at what might happen. Francis could get accidently stabbed, or Francis could stab Gilbert, or—

"Your idea is stupid." Gilbert mumbled before ripping back his arm and elbowing Francis in the face. Francis stumbled back a few steps; hand on his face, trying to keep the blood from flowing out of his nose.

"L-LUDWIG! V-vee should we help them~?" Feliciano asked Ludwig. They were coming out of the forest with wood for the fire. Roderich trailed after them with some more syrup.

Ludwig stopped and wouldn't let Feliciano come any closer to the fight. Roderich, however, managed to sit the bucket down and wander out to see what was going on.

Roderich stared in horror as Gilbert lashed out with the sword at Mathew. There was a piercing scream as the blade met with Mathew's skin on his neck. Roderich saw blood splatter off Gilbert's sword as he pulled his arm back before he made another swift blow; this one sending Mathew's head almost completely away from his body. There was still a small bit of skin connecting this head to his torso when he fell onto his back and the canon fired.

With Ludwig's mouth agape; Feliciano trying to see what was going on from behind the large German; Roderich staring at the back of his lover's head; and Gilbert staring at Mathew's dead body; all were too caught up to see Francis wiping the blood from his face and pulling a knife from his back pocket.

"Hey Gilbo." Francis said calmly.

"DON'T CALL ME THA—" Gilbert turned to face Francis, but that was all he was able to get out before the Frenchman lunged at him, plunging the knife deep into his chest. Right where his heart was. Francis pulled the knife out and gripped it tightly with both hands. A wicked smile creep across his face before he stabbed him again. Again and again the knife met with Gilbert's insides.

Again and again until Roderich got the courage to pull Francis off him.

Francis fell back on his butt and stared at Mathew's body. He heard the next canon fire signifying he had, in fact, killed Gilbert. Francis saw the ship appear in the sky and a crane start to descend to get Gilbert and Mathew's body.

Francis gulped before plunging the knife into his heart the same way he did Gilbert. Then the third canon fired.

Roderich looked up at the ship now carrying Gilbert's body away from him. Never to be seen again.

He sighed. I guess that was a pretty noble thing Francis did… Roderich thought. Noble, yes…but was it selfish?

What happens if Mathew had wanted him to try to win even without him? Roderich shrugged, he couldn't help what the Frenchman had done, and certainly wasn't going to try to recreate it. He knew what Gilbert would've wanted for him.

Gilbert would've wanted him to win. Win at all cost. To return home to Elizabeta and live the happy life of a victor. And Roderich was not going to disobey Gilbert.

He never had while Gilbert was alive, and he certainly wasn't now that he was dead.

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End Note: Well? How was it?

Please review!

I'm sorry for killing three in one chapter…

I'm sorry it took so long to get this chapter up; I got writers' block for a really long time and couldn't think of how to make the story progress, da…

But, the next few chapters should be coming pretty quick because I have what's in store for them planned out already, da.

As you can tell, this story is nearing its end, da. With only three more tributes left and mostly one dying each chapter, there should only be three or maybe four more chapters after this, da.

It's a shame it has to end so soon, I'm having a lot of fun writing it, da~!

I hope everyone who is enjoying this story will read my sequel: Ghost Girl: Hetalia Style when I finish this one, da.

It will be about all the dead tributes making it to 'the other side' and there will be more yaoi, don't worry about that, da~! …I already have another character planned to show up in it so the victor's boyfriend won't be so sad and lonely, da~!

Well, I don't why I'm saying my goodbyes about this story with three or four chapters still to come! XDDD I guess I'm just sappy and sad…?

Since I haven't said this in a while: THANK YOU REVIEWERS, FAVORITERS, SUBCRIBERS, AND ALL MY WONDERFUL READERS~~~! ^^ …I love you guys...CX

And a special shout out to one of my favorite reviewers, whom I can't reply to…

THANK YOU TO DARONA~~~! ^^

Also: Now who do you think will win…? Ludwig, Feliciano, or Roderich~? O-o Hmm…?

'Kay~! I shuddup now~!