Sunday, April 19th, 1942, Two Hours After Schnee's Victory Speech

Hana Schnee walked down the hallways at a surprising rate for a normal woman in high heels. Then again, Hana was no normal woman. She kept walking, flashing an evil eye to a soldier who dared to step out of line as she walked by the room he was guarding. He blushed fiercely and stepped back into position, letting Hana get past him. She pulled open the doors to her husband's private quarters, causing Otto to yelp as she stomped in, throwing another evil gaze at Otto. "What is it, dear? Is Maxie ill?"

"Maxie is with his nanny," Hana said, walking over to the map of Europe. She grabbed tacks and stabbed them into every country in Europe, then turned to her husband. "And why on Earth are you having every single country in Europe and Northern Africa send in two tributes, darling? Can you explain that to me, dearest?"

Otto stammered, stacking his papers and putting them neatly on the desk. It did nothing to console his wife. "We-well, I thought that since we've taken them all over, they should all suf-suffer… "

"But what is the point of having Luxemburg, who would be lucky to find a boy and a girl who are in good enough condition to send into the Games, and Andorra, who might not even have any, for all I know, send tributes into the Games against the likes of Great Britain?" Hana exclaimed, ripping the map of Europe apart. Otto jumped, then took the pieces of the map, crumpling them up in his hands. He looked dangerously at Hana, flashing that smile he gave every adversary he met - every future victim he met. "That, dear, was an heirloom from my dear Mama. Why would you wreck it, darling?"

Hana pulled out another map of Europe from her purse, sticking it onto the wall. "I already took that one and made copies. Your precious heirloom is back with your mother at Schnee Hall. Now, we need to have some order to these… games of yours. Or is competition a better word?"

"I failed geography in school, always was a useless subject." Otto stared stubbornly at Hana, daring her to do something about his incompetence. Hana grinned, pulling out yet another map out of her purse. This time it was divided into 12 sections, all neatly coloured in. "Maxie helped me to colour in France and Spain. It made for a wonderful bonding exercise for today. He is truly an intelligent child, just like his mother."

"And we will have all of these regions send in one boy and girl? But that's only 24!" Otto said, frowning down at the paper. Hana laughed, pointing at the clock. "24 hours is enough for a day, so it should be enough for you. Each region will send in one boy and girl between the ages of 12-18, picked by lottery, and then we will have them battle it out to the death in an… arena of sorts, like a sports team."

"You're suggesting that we make this… a sport?"

"Wonderful idea, Otto! The people will love this. It shouldn't just be executions, it should be entertainment! But what will be the arena? If this is going to be a sport, we simply cannot put them into the field that you suggested to fight it out. We need something… better."

Otto frowned, tapping a pen to his temple as he sat back down. "But darling, who will make this arena? Heisenberg and Diebner are too busy in Russia, and Mussolini doesn't have a creative bone in his body. Perhaps Franco..."

"Me, darling!" Hana cried, throwing her hands up in the air. "I will make the game. I will create it! I will make it perfect, Otto. Give me this chance, and it will be the most wondrous thing Germany has ever seen."

"A hersteller von spielen..." Otto nodded slowly, handing her the finance papers. "This is our budget. Go wild, darling. Create this arena to suit your wildest dreams."

Hana laughed, kissing Otto on the cheek. "I will. I will be the hersteller von spielen, the maker of this game. But we need to make sure that all the people are watching. It's not much of a punishment if no one can see it."

"The television seems to be popular these days. We let the world watch the Tower of London burn with it. They didn't seem to complain."

"Not everyone has a television, darling. We'd need to get our workers on them immediately."

"Are you suggesting that we give them all ferhenser, televisions?"

Hana giggled, kissing Otto again on the cheek. "Yes, darling! I'll contact Frau Mayer immediately. She'll persuade her husband to focus on making these ferhenser for the people. Our world will all have televisions by the end of the month."

Hana disappeared, muttering to herself something about how the children would need to be properly dressed. Otto sighed, rubbing his temples. Pleasing his love was harder than conquering Europe. He couldn't use brute force on Hana.

A butler appeared at the door, holding a telephone. "General Franco for you, sir."

Otto sighed again and picked it up, listening to Franco's rant. "Schnee, why are you making us give tributes? We helped you in la guerra, for Espana's sake! I cannot abide this madness, lowering us to the likes of Poles and Slavs. Are you mad, Schnee? Are you wrong in the head? Spain will not abide this!"

Otto smiled. "Don't worry, General. And remember, you are in charge of the region of Iberia, not Spain. Spain is as dead as the British Monarchy, Franco. Now, how about I give your tributes a better chance at victory? Does that sound better, Franco?"

The General paused, pondering the option. After a minute, he replied, causing Otto to grin again. "What's the advantage?"

Here is the next chapter! I'm very happy with this one, and I hope it paints some more background. How was Hana? I think she's a wonderful lady ;) So, to clarify, every tribute has one slip in the reaping bowl, volunteers are allowed, and Iberia and Italy have an optional training school, which they operate for the next two months until the reapings. Next up is our mentors, and I'm very pleased to announce that we'll have real-life figures as mentors! Expect spies, generals, and a woman that you might have heard of, Antonina Zabinski! I'm extremely excited for this story, and love how invested you guys are in it so far! I can't wait to see more of your amazing tributes! Because of the great amount of feedback I've gotten, I'm limiting the number of tributes to two. I'd love to have as many people as possible in this story!

I've planned my plan for this story, and I think it's pretty good. First of all, we'll have another prologue to be introduced to our real, historical mentors, then perhaps another one to fully fill our rosters. Don't expect those that soon though XD Then, I plan to have six reaping chapters, to make it easier on myself. About 10 chapters will be devoted to the arrival of the tributes to Berlin and getting ready for the arena, and then we'll have the arena for however long it will be, then a couple finishing chapters. Sound good?

Thanks so much for showing interest in this story! Keep submitting, and until next time, TheAmazingJAJ