A/N: Snow Island (AKA Isla Nieve) is my universes version of Cuba, annexed by the Capitol. Basically the Capitol's latest addition to the family while D1 and 2 are the successful older siblings and D4 is the middle child. They are a semi-Career district, young population with a multitude of racial ethnicities.

Known as "The Capitol's Playground", Snow Island is tasked with entertainment/tourism as it's chief industry, followed by aquaculture and other economic activities islands engage in typically. Also serving as a buffer zone on Panem's southern Carribean frontier, it has a significant military presence in the form of Panem's Navy, thus making the island fairly loyal.

That, and the influx of emigrants from Career districts and the Capitol itself.

..For those of you who are curious.

Metamorphosis: The 100th Hunger Games
Interlude - Honoring Our Victors: Memorable HG Moments Post-Second Rebellion!

#3&2: Acere Por Siempre

Known throughout Panem as "Joycisco", this duo is SO ICONIC they take up TWO slots in this countdown!

Everyone has had a crush on someone when they were little and to see Joyceta Rodriquez and Francisco Noriega's growth before our very eyes after being duped by you-know-who serves as breath of fresh air! It would be best served to re-watch their iconic final battle to truly understand their dynamic!

THIS was love in the arena, not opportunistic impulse, but genuine adoration between one tribute to another. This moment is definitely one for the books!

The Ninety-Fourth Hunger Games

Victor(s): Joyceta Rodriquez & Francisco Noriega

Age(s) at Victory: 12

Predicted Placement: 24th and 20th

Arena: Snowcapped Forest

Kills: 3 and 4

Games Duration: 9 Days

"Get up, Cadet!"

Joyceta woke up with a gasp, as she was literally jolted out of her bed with a stun baton. As she crawled tiredly on the floor another shock from the baton prompted her to cry out once more.

"PARA ESO!" She wailed. Why were these people so rude? And the worst part was she barely understood a word they were saying!

It all started when she was woken up from out of her bed by her nurses, was made to get onto a truck with a bunch of other kids and herded into this weird building and into this assembly hall. Not long after a grownup came to speak to them. She remembered how silly he looked, because he looked like he was in a banda de marcha – a marching band.

"Good evening cadets." He said. "My apologies for the rude awakening, although I imagine there will be many of those in your futures. I am Captain Aristotle Onassis. As per Executive Decree #0010, the Capitol has decided to put Snow Island's wards of the state to use. All of you gathered here are hereby inducted into the Panem Peacekeeping Forces, where you will repay your Capitol with honorable service. If you prove your mettle, perhaps some of you'll serve as exceptional tributes in the Hunger Games."

She asked the man to say it in Spanish, and she almost got hit for it.

"Peacekeepers...? Juegos del Hambre...? She still didn't know what those were, but she did remember that 'training' started today...but it was still dark outside! She didn't want to train, she wanted to go back to her community home, learn about numbers and play with her friends.

"Speak English! Get those clothes on, now!" He barked, but she still didn't move.

The man was about to strike her again when a nice boy with tanned skin and brown hair stood in front of him.

"Stop it!" he said. "I will help her, you don't have to hit her anymore!"

The guard roared with annoyance. "Hurry up and get those clothes on, cadets!" he yelled as he stomped off elsewhere.

"Gracias." She thanked quietly. As she quickly stripped off her nightgown and got into the clothes, just like the boy and other kids were doing all around her.

"De nada, but you need to speak English. You don't know English...English?"

English? She shook her head. She didn't know too much.

"It's okay. Está bien." She watched as he pointed to himself. "Francisco...You?"

She put a hand to her chest. "Joyceta."

Francisco smiled and extended a hand forward. "Joyceta...Bonito nombre. Seamos aceres?"

She nodded and smiled as she took his hand and pumped it.

"Don't you worry, I'll protect you while you protect me. Then nothing will happen to us!"

Joyceta nodded happily. "Aceres por siempre!"

...

It's over...It's OVER!

As soon as Harvests' cannon fired, Joyceta sighed as she released her hands from his jaw. Francisco slackened too as he ripped his bowie knife from out of Harvests' chest and sheathed it. The blizzard subsided as well which revealed the night sky, which was lit up further due to the forcefield's rays. There was no sign of the cat mutts that pawed at them below the top of the horn either.

With Francisco's help, she rolled the lummox that was Harvest off of her as she staggered to her feet. Francisco opted to sit down while she took the scenery in with ragged breaths. Apart from Harvest, the bodies of Zircon and Helga were strewn about the top of the horn. Zircon hung over the side, limp, while Helga lay splayed out with one of her knives in her forehead. Out further, she could see the bloodied masses where the cat mutts tore into unlucky stragglers, which she couldn't even start to name.

"Is it over?" Francisco gulped as he rose to his feat in an attempt to regain his bearings. She nodded and smiled as he did the same as well. They both immediately crashed together in a deep embrace. She was tired of repressing emotion, like a good solider ought to do. She thinks she's earned a moment to let out some pressure.

Six whole years of nonstop training and drills had brought them here. She'd listened to the commentators. They said that their team was a 'cute thing that would never last', not that she cared because she knew what they were capable of. She could only imagine their faces right now. She could only imagine Captain Onassis' face right now. His training worked.

"Yeah..." she breathed into his shoulder and chuckled. "It's over...We won–"

Oh mierda...Francisco immediately stilled in her arms as she did in his. She stirred to see his face as he did also, only to be greeted by the same, blank expression. Francisco would've unsheathed his knife and gutted her right there if she hadn't held his sheath down.

His eyes trembled with sadness. "I'm sorry..." he sighed.

"I'm sorry too..." she replied. There was no 'we'. Only one comes out. She wanted that 'one' to be her.

The struggle for the knife intensified as his hands grip hers like a vice. "I like you very much...You know that right? And if there was any other way..."

"Of course." She replied once more. "Maybe after this...When I win...I'll get a dog...Name it after you."

They both burst out in laughter, yet neither she or Francisco relinquished their grip.

While she struggled to keep the knife contained, her vision flashed white as Francisco launched his fist into her face twice with his free hand. She caught the third punch with her free hand and headbutted him. While he staggered backward, she gained dominion over the blade and ripped it from out of its sheath. Stomping forward, she swiped at him while Francisco bobbed and weaved from each strike.

She knew how useless this fight was, as the two of them had been sparring partners for the last six years. She knew every feint and parry up Francisco's sleeve as he knew every attack pattern she relied on. She also knew that she didn't want to do this. She could kill anyone on demand...That's what good soldiers did, but Francisco?

"Why...Did...You volunteer?!" she barked at him. "Why...Didn't you...Just stay home?!"

She reaaally didn't want to do this.

In typical Francisco fashion, he shrugged with an uneasy smile on his lips. "Oh you know...The sense of adventure...The same could be said about you!"

"It doesn't work like that...It was ladies first!" she seethed as she jabbed for his stomach.

While he staggered backward, Francisco tripped over a spear and landed on Harvests' belly.

She let herself fall, but instead of sticking his head, she stuck Harvest as Francisco rolled out of the way.

She glanced up, only to earn Francisco's boot to her face. She felt the knife as it left her hands and clattered a little ways from her. Francisco made his way toward the knife. She caught his foot and tugged as he fell hard onto the horn. She clambered onto his back and slammed Francisco's head onto the horn. She was about to do it twice until his elbow crashed into her face. She toppled over a few feet away from him.

As she staggered to her feet, Francisco checked her over the edge and onto the snow. As she rose onto a single knee, she noticed the cat mutts were coming out to play again as they slowly began to enclose around her.