Authors Note: …well…I dun really got much to say other than it's 12:30 at night and I'm REALLY bored, da…so yeah…

Um this chapter is from Yao's point of view, aru~!

SO. Yeah. Chapter…whatever…GO!

Yao rubbed at his eyes sleepily. That was a long parade.

I mean, sure the crowd was kind of fun to see and all, but Yao wasn't one for being stared at.

He walked over to the small table that held the refreshments, "Can I have a cup of water, aru~?" He asked to the tall man behind the counter.

The man turned around and looked down at the thin Chinese man, "Are you sure you wouldn't rather have some vodka, da~?" Ivan asked in his usual child-like demeanor.

Yao took a step back, "Um…no, aru, just water."

Ivan smiled and poured the water. "So," Yao asked taking a step forward and sitting on one of the small foldable chairs, "why are working in the concession stand, aru?"

Ivan laughed, giving Yao his cup and coming around the counter and taking a seat next to him. "I'm not, da~!" Yao starred confused, not understanding, so Ivan went on, "I was just getting my vodka when you came up, da~!"

Yao smiled and looked at the Russian. He was so nice and cute! I mean, maybe he was kind of creepy occasionally, but he had gone to the lengths of finding a VERY good Shinatty-chan costume just to make him happy…that was really thoughtful…

Ivan stared at the Chinese man who was apparently lost in his eyes. "Da~?"

Yao snapped back to reality and shook his head as if to get ride of his thoughts of the Russian man sitting right in front of him. "Oh… sorry…aru!"

Ivan tilted his head to the side. "What are you sorry for, da~?"

Yao looked up, "Um…well…for starring, I guess, aru."

Ivan smiled again, "I don't mind if Yao stares!"

Yao blushed and looked away, he wasn't sure why, but hearing something like that from someone like Ivan made him feel very good inside. "Oh…um…Thank you, I guess, aru…"

Ivan smiled and closed his eyes in a child-like way. He reached over and patted the smaller man on the head. Yao shrunk under the size of the Russian man, but continued smiling never the less.

Hmm, Yao thought, what is this feeling?

Indeed, the feeling spreading through Yao's chest and all the way through his finger tips, down to his toes and up to the tip of his head, was love. He just didn't know it yet. He also didn't know that Ivan felt the same way.

Although they shouldn't get too comfortable in this cozy atmosphere, because in just a few days they would be thrown into an arena and forced to kill.

And possibly kill each other…

Blood was everywhere.

It coated Yao's hands, and was splattered on his face.

Someone stood in front of him, and a bloody object lay at their feet.

It was round and looked like it had blonde hair, but that could barely be seen from the fresh coat of blood.

Yao sat up in bed, warm sweet dripped from his hot fore head.

Ivan sat kneeled at the side of his bed, his hand was wrapped around Yao's hand, and a worried face coved up his normal child-like one. "Are you okay, da~?" Ivan let go of Yao's hand and moved it up to brush the fallen stands of hair out of Yao's face.

Yao nodded and a small tear welled in his eyes. "Oh, Ivan, it was terrible, aru! Som-someone died and it, it was, just, IVAN!" Yao sprung forward and wrapped his arms around an un-expecting Ivan. He sobbed into his neck and tears were wiped of his cheeks and onto Ivan's scarf; Ivan hugged him back.

They rocked back and forth as Ivan tried to calm the sad Chinese man down. "It's okay, da~…What happened…or…you don't HAVE to tell me, da~!" Ivan smiled and looked down at the smaller man cradled in his arms.

Yao shook his head and explained his dream (with very good details may I add…).

Ivan shook his head in understand and grabbed Yao's hand, "C'mon!" He said tugging the smaller one out of bed.

"Huh? Where are we going, aru?" Yao asked being pulled out of his room and into the hallway.

"You'll see~!" Ivan called.

Ivan tugged him up numerous flights of stairs, down long halls, through giant doors, and eventually they ended up on top of the roof.

"Wow…" Yao looked out across the huge city of the Capitol; its bright lights in high contrast to the dark night sky.

He stood at the very edge of the building, hands on the railing, and feet on his tip toes as if to take in as much of the view as possible.

Ivan walked over, and basically mirrored the excited Chinese man. Ivan's usual smile on his face, and usual scarf blowing in the cool breeze.

Yao took in the sight with a long sigh, his pony tail flowed behind him, and he closed his eyes for a long moment then opened them. He seemed to be testing whether this was real or just a happy ending to a very bad dream.

But this was real. His dream had ended and he was back to reality.

"It's pretty, da~?" Ivan asked peering over the edge to watch the cars zoom around below them.

"It's beautiful." Yao agreed.

Yao knew most people that came to a small town, much like his own home town, from a big city, only wanted to see the stars; and like wise, people from small towns wanted to see the lights.

Although, Yao didn't care about the lights or the stars or anything right now. The only thing on his mind was the tall Russian man standing next to him, happily throwing small pebbles over the edge of the building, only to have them bounce back because of the force-field put around the edge of the building.

Yao was really starting to wonder how he honestly felt about the man. Did he like him as a friend…or something more?

Gah! Yao thought, Love is so complicated, aru~! Yao gasped. Had he REALLY just thought that? Was he REALLY in LOVE? Yao sighed. Even his own emotions confused him. He wondered if Ivan even thought of him as a friend at the least. Well, of course I'm at least his friend! Yao realized after a moment, He wouldn't have been right there when I woke up after that dream if I wasn't, aru~! Yao secretly hoped he thought of him as a little bit more.

Luckily Ivan didn't realize all his gasping and sighing, or more than likely did but just didn't want to pry.

Ivan ran out of pebbles and walked back over to where Yao had been standing for a long time now.

A noise went off. No really a noise, exactly, more like…music. Ivan looked around and realized he recognized the song. Not very well, because most of the songs he knew were Russian, but this one had been put into multiple different languages.

He realized it was the song always playing in the background anytime something Hunger Games related was on the T.V.

Ivan bent down a little and extended his hand to Yao, "M-may I have this dance, da~?" He asked just as like a child as ever.

Yao blushed at the words, and took his hand. They barely knew each other, yet they felt like they've know each other they're whole lives. Something told Yao that a lot of the same stuff that happened in his past had also happened to Ivan.

As they danced they stared into one another's eyes and Yao realized that it was love he had been feeling every time he was near Ivan. And now he knew how Ivan felt about him. He felt the exact same way.

Yao pushed up on his tiptoes so he could place a single, delicate kiss on Ivan's lips. The kiss lingered a tad longer than he meant it too, but that's not to say it was a bad thing. "Uh…Ivan…This is all really, REALLY nice and all, aru, but we should probably get some sleep before tomorrow…"

Ivan looked disappointed but didn't disagree. Once in the arena, sleep was a luxury.

Yao and Ivan walked hand in hand as they tiptoed down the stairs and disappeared into Yao's room.

Yao lifted his head off of his pillow and blinked his eyes open a few times.

He was curled into a ball and wrapped in Ivan's arms. He wasn't sure exactly what happened last night, so he quickly made she he was wearing clothes. He was. Luckily.

Yao rubbed his eyes a few times before gently shaking Ivan awake. "…da~? Yao!" Ivan hugged Yao and Yao hugged him back.

Yao crawled out of bed and went to his closest and found the outfit he was supposed to where today. It was a simple outfit, much like the one he used to just wear around the house before the games.

He disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower, and when he can back he found Ivan had left. He sighed. I'm not…missing him ALREADY am I, aru~? Yao thought as he brushed back his hair into a simple pony tail.

He made sure he had everything he needed for the day and closed his door shut behind him.

He wanted to go get breakfast, but found out soon enough that his feet had their own idea. He swiftly walked down the hall and knocked on Ivan's door. No answer. His shoulders relaxed in disappointment.

Yao swiftly turned on his heels and walked fast pace down to the dinning room.

When he walked in, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Was that…was that really…Arthur and Alfred kissing on couch in front of everyone?!

Yao sighed, how undignified.

He sat at the kitchen table and asked the cook for a medium pancake, he watched the Canadian boy light up at the sound of pancakes, apparently he didn't know they had pancakes and ordered one for him also, accompanied by the WHOLE BOTTLE of maple syrup!

After eating they were filled in by the "Blue Lady" as they were secretly calling her behind her back, because none were interested enough to uncover her real name.

She's not exactly anyone's favorite character.

They all loaded up on a small bus, Yao sat with Ivan, Arthur sat with Alfred, and Feliciano sat with Ludwig, Mathew looked a bit awkward accepting the rose Francis gave to him when he took the seat next to the Canadian. Roderich, also, looked a little awkward sitting next to the 'awesome' Gilbert and his stuffed bird he had on his head that he had started to call "Gilbird the Second" and was occasionally caught talking to.

Although Gilbert denied such claims.

They arrived at the training area in no time. It was underground and boy was it BIG!

There were lots of different stations. There were booths for camouflage painting, hand to hand combat, sword fighting, a seed and plant station, bows and arrows, guns, and traps.

Yao watched as Feliciano dragged Ludwig over to the camo station and started to draw pasta on his face, all the while singing a cute little Italian song.

Gilbert had Roderich in a very lightly gripped head lock and pretended to punch him in the face. Roderich kept preparing for impact but it never came. Although, Gilbert did let go of the head lock and wrapped his arms around Roderich's waist and smiled a little when he saw the small blush on the Austrian's face. Gilbert leaned around him and kissed him long and hard, after a couple of minutes he reached up and twirled a finger around Roderich's small hair that poked up defiantly, which the Austrian often referred to as 'Mariazell'. Roderich moaned. Gilbert leaned out of the kiss, "Hm…awesome!" He commented on the Austrian's kissing. Roderich's blush brightened.

Yao almost threw up.

But, honestly, what room did he have to talk? He woke up in the arms of another man this morning.

It wasn't until now that Yao started to think about all the developing relationships, and how that was going to go in the arena.

The 'game show' that was supposed to be about the twelve of them killing each other was going to turn into a show about the twelve of them falling in love with each other.

The capitol would NOT be happy.

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End Note: Finally I finished this chapter, da~!

I've been working on it every chance I got…but I'm just so busy, da…

YES! Longest chapter yet, da~! PWN!

Also: I'm very sorry…very very very sorry…THEY WON'T GET TO THE ACTUAL GAMES UNTILL CHAPTER 7, da~! (Not the next chapter, but the one after that, da…)

And thank you to all my readers, reviewers, favorite-ers, um…subscribers…and any thing else someone can do on this site that makes me feel good about my story, da~! +glomps+

I'm very glad I got to FINALLY put some Gilbert/Roderich stuff in this chapter, da~!

And I thought that the Yao and Ivan thing just kept getting CUTE-ER and CUTE-ER, da~! …I almost cried while writing it…I don't know why but I've been crying over cute things lately…well actually I've cried over just about anything recently and I don't know why…da~!!!!! TT3TT

And I also got a comment saying Francis should win…AND YES THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS! I mean, picture it! Francis being crowned victor wearing only a ro-never mind…DON'T PICTURE IT! …I don't EVER want that picture in my head again…+shivers+

Y'know what? I'm sad! Cause I finally finished this chapter…AND NOW MY INTERNET STOPED WORKING, DA~!!! Kolkolkolkolkol…ect, ect. …so I have to wait till tomorrow…or… today is the 20th, so I have to upload it the 21st…if I get the internet to work again by the 21st that is…+sigh+……+SCREAMS!!!+

Well...Thank you for reading my story, da~! I'll try to update sooon~~~~!!

'Kay, I shuddup now! XDDD