Author's Note: Well…I'm still writing on it, da…I WILL NOT JUST GIVE UP BECAUSE PEOPLE KEEP DIEING IN EVRY CHAPTER, da~!
Mathew heard another canon fire. What the heck is going on, ay? Mathew thought.
He stood and started to walk to the woods, but Francis put a hand on his shoulder. "Wait, Mathieu, this could be dangerous." Francis said firmly.
Mathew nodded and sat back down at the Frenchman's feet. A few moments later, Alfred emerged from the woods a few blood splatters on the front of his shirt.
"What?" Alfred asked the group of wide eyed men. "He was getting annoying, you have to admit! I was just being the HERO and making the game go by faster!"
They all just stared at him blankly. He let out and exaggerated sigh and walked away.
A moment later Gilbert appeared from the bushes, no shirt on and hair an utter MESS. "What the fuck happened?"
A blushing Roderich popped up behind him, hair also a mess.
"Well? What happened?" Gilbert demanded. "It was just getting good!"
Roderich's blush deepened and he disappeared back into the shrubbery.
"Um…it seems that Alfred snapped." Arthur said, finally speaking up.
"A-and…he was the one who killed Ivan, ay…" Mathew added.
"Oui, he just got finished killing Yao." Francis finished.
Gilbert nodded his head, "For someone who hated that Russian so much, he sure did end up exactly like him…" Gilbert turned and disappeared to go find Roderich.
Silence filled the camp for a long time before Feliciano and Ludwig came stumbling in. "What happened?" Ludwig asked.
"Vee~! Ludwig~!" The Italian pouted, "I was supposed to find you! What's the fun in the game if you pop up out of no where and drag me back here, ve~?"
"We'll finish our game later, okay?" Ludwig said to Feliciano before turning back to the others. They told him the same thing they had just told Gilbert.
Mathew was getting a little annoyed that no one was listening to him, or his plan. Now, if Alfred wins, everyone from Russia and China are going to hate him, ay! On the bright side, everyone from Japan and Greece would love him, ay…Mathew sighed. Oh well. No one had ever listened to him. He didn't even know what he was doing in this stupid arena. He would have killed himself the first day in the arena if it hadn't been for Francis.
Francis was his life ring. With out him, Mathew would drown, and become nothing.
Feliciano drug Ludwig off to finish the game of hide-and-seek. They had learned not to mourn the deaths of others while in the arena.
Yao had been a prime example of that.
Mathew looked around. What should he do now? Go and talk to Alfred? No…he should let Arthur deal with that…but Arthur was just sitting there, not moving. Mathew stood and started to walk in the direction of the American.
Francis ran to catch up with him, "Where are you going, Mathieu?"
"Someone's gotta talk some sense into that IDIOT, ay!" Mathew shouted.
Francis stopped walking, "You know, Mathieu, he does have a point, we can't go around yelling at him for killing Yao when—"
"And Ivan." Mathew interjected.
"We can't be sure of that, just yet. But we can't be mad at him for killing when Ivan did the same thing and no one was mad at him." Francis said, putting a hand on the Canadian's shoulder.
Mathew stopped and looked back at the Frenchman. "I guess you're right…but…I still don't know why he killed either of them…" He murmured.
"Why did Ivan kill Kiku and Heracles?" Francis fired back.
"I…I don't know, ay…"
"But you know who does?" Francis said, standing directly in front of the smaller blonde, he tilted his head up to look him in the eyes, "Who did Ivan tell?"
"Ah…Yao?" Mathew said, but it was more like a question.
"Oui! So who will Alfred tell?"
"Arthur…?"
"Exactly, mon cher! I bet we will see him running through the forest trying to find him just to ask him why! And after that maybe some good sex, you know Alfred needs it." Francis said excitedly.
Mathew nodded and blushed a little. He was so close to Francis. In two ways. One, the Frenchman was practically standing on top of his feet; two they had done so many things Mathew hadn't even thought to do with his girlfriend back home…
And the worse thing, she had been watching this whole time…
At least she isn't like Roderich's girlfriend, ay! Mathew sympathized with himself. Being caught up in his thoughts he didn't realize that Alfred had came back and was staring at them. "GUYS! LESS KISSY, MORE COME WITH ME-Y!" Alfred waved them over.
Francis looked from Mathew to Alfred and shrugged, "Should we get the others?" Francis asked.
"Sure! Go grab 'em!" Alfred said hurriedly.
Francis and Mathew shrugged and walked back to camp. "Arthur, come on, ay! Alfred found something apparently really important, ay!" Mathew told Arthur.
"I'm going to find Roderich and Gilbert." Francis said before disappearing into the bushes.
"Okay, okay, I'll come! I'll come!" Arthur said standing and wiping Mathew off his sleeve.
A moment later Francis came back with a tired looking Roderich and a yelling Gilbert. "WHY DID WE HAVE TO COME RIGHT NOW!?" Gilbert yelled.
Roderich nodded and blinked his sleepy eyes. Francis let out and exaggerated sigh and flipped his hair. "BECAUSE, little love birds that have sex all day long, Alfred found something incredible that he must show us all at once!"
Roderich's face lit up and he back handed the Frenchman.
Arthur sighed, "CAN WE JUST GO!?"
Mathew nodded and they all followed Mathew and Francis through the trees and bushes until they finally spotted Alfred.
"Now, what is it?" Mathew and Francis asked simultaneously.
"Okay, guys! I may have found out a way to get us out of here! Out of the arena I mean!" Alfred exclaimed before disappearing behind a large bush. They heard him talking to someone from afar. "HEY! TONY! WUZZUP? CAN YOU HELP US GET OUT OF—"
The next thing they heard was an ear splitting scream. They ran behind and the bush just in time to see Alfred literally explode. Blood went everywhere. It covered all the by-standers hair and the fronts of their clothing.
Alfred's head, oddly enough completely together, all except and ear which landed on the side of Mathew's face, rolled up to Arthur's feet. His back was turned to the tragedy that had just happened. When he turned back, something within him snapped. He went into immediate denial.
Alfred simply was not dead. He wasn't. It didn't mater if the canon fired, which it did, he just was not dead!
Arthur bent down and picked up the blood-soaked head. He stroked the hair tenderly. "Hello Alfred. So, could Tony not help us?" Arthur paused as if he thought Alfred was going to answer back. "Well, that's too bad, huh? But it will be okay. We can get through this arena with out the aid of an outsider anyways." Arthur said, starting to turn and go back toward camp, still holding Alfred's head.
Francis put a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "Arthur. Just leave him; the space ship will pick him up here in a bit."
Arthur's eyes sparkled as he looked Alfred deep into his now unseeing eyes. "You hear that, Alfred? You get to ride one! You've always wanted to do that, right?" He nuzzled Alfred's still blood covered head, "Where are you going to ride it to? You will come back, right? Can I come with you? Please?" Arthur asked, "Thank you, Alfred! This will be so fun, right?" Alfred had, apparently, said yes.
Francis sighed and turned away from the mentally insane man and his 'boyfriend'.
Mathew wiped the ear off his face and stared at the blood soaked floor his stood on. The bushes, trees, and anything else one could see was also splattered with a fair amount of the sticky, red substance.
Gilbert and Roderich had already headed back a few moments ago, just as they uncovered that Alfred had now died. They seem to be dealing with all the deaths fairly easily, Mathew thought as he headed back with Francis.
Arthur still sat with Alfred's head in his lap, rocking back and forth. He saw the space ship appear in the sky and a large grabber-claw hand come from the bottom of the ship.
Once it reached Alfred and himself, Arthur started to pick up the different pieced of Alfred (to him, they were like small items they desperately need for where ever they were going) and place them on the claws.
The men in the ship didn't see Arthur sit on the grabber with Alfred's head and started to pull them up.
Once they were to the top, one of the men looked at Arthur. "Sir, you have to get off. We can not take you back unless you are dead like your little friend here."
"Dead? Oh, you must be mistaken! Alfred isn't dead! Neither am I! Will you please take us back home now?" Arthur said, not understanding.
The man narrowed his eyes and glared at Arthur, "I hate the mental ones." Then he pulled out a teaser from his back pocket and buzzed Arthur right on the chest.
He fell backwards and fell through the air until he hit the ground with a sickening crack and most of the bones in his body broke. Another canon fired.
The man in the ship sighed; he lowered the hand to pick up Arthur's body also. "That's the one and only way to get out of these things." The man mumbled before the ship disappeared.
"WHY IN THE WORLD DID YOU DO THAT!?" The President yelled at the lady in his office who had been the one to explode Alfred. "HE WAS GOING TO EVENTUALLY KILL THE REST OF THEM!"
"Well…I didn't want all the yaoi to go away sir. This years Hunger Games has been the most popular among both adult and teenage, and even some younger girls." The lady replied. Her curly brown hair hung behind her back and a small green hat sat on her head, a yellow flower was tucked into her hair on the left side.
The President sighed, "I will never understand you girls."
"You don't have to President. I'm the new head game-maker." The girl lied, "I'll do all the thinking for you." Then she turned; a happy smirk on her face as she left.
Yes, Elizabeta would not be sad about the deaths this year, as long as there was some yaoi.
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End Note: Yeah, I just had to add that part about Elizabeta. I can't write sad and death then just end it without even the smallest bit of funny or yaoi somewhere else in the story, da~! ^^
Well, I hope you liked this chapter, da~!
So, please keep the reviews coming, da~! I will try to have another chapter out sometime next week, but if I don't, please don't kill me, da~!
Um…if you review…then someone will give you a cyber-something, you can choose, I'm too lazy to type up all the remaining characters, da…
And yes, I know, I'm killing everyone one off in pairs. I just can't stand having everyone cry over their lost lover, da~! It makes this already sad-enough story, even sadder, da~!
'Kay! I shuddup now!