Author's Note: Welcome to the last chapter of my Hetalia Hunger Games story…
I think I might cry…
This was so fun to write and I feel bad about killing everyone, but I hope that all my readers will read the sequel, "Hetalia Ghost Girl", da~! Like this one, there will be an explanatory chapter at the beginning in case someone hasn't read Ghost Girl!
Also, I hope that if anyone hasn't read Hunger Games, this story will make them want to read it, because that book is amazing. Like, seriously!
Like wise, Ghost Girl is amazing too. After I finish this story, it should only be maybe a week or two before the first actual chapter of the HGG story will be out. It will be in the crossover section and the plain Hetalia section.
Well, hope you enjoy the chapter and leave me a review! XD
"You win." Ludwig pulled the trigger, sending the bullet, full speed, at the under side of his own chin. Blood exploded everywhere and covered the two men. Ludwig feel to the forest floor just as the canon fired.
Roderich had won. He could go home now and see Elizabeta. He could live a normal life now. But, deep down in his heart, he knew the games were the best thing to ever happen to him. He had learned some things about himself. He had learned about others.
He had met Gilbert.
He had met lots of friends he would never see again.
Roderich started to think that maybe…just maybe…things could've been worse if he didn't go into the games.
Roderich saw two space ships appear. One picked up Ludwig's body; the other landed in front of him and the woman with blue hair beckoned him into the ship. He took a few last looks at the arena before all but running in side it.
The door closed and Roderich was pulled into a deep embrace. He pulled his face away from the female's neck, just long enough to realize it was Elizabeta, and then he was pulled back in.
The Hungarian cried and sobbed as she dried her tears on Roderich's hair.
Roderich wondered what it would've been like if he had died. If some else had won. Would they be thankful to leave…or secretly wish to return like he was right now?
In some ways, no, in lots of ways, life was much worse than dying. If you were to ask Roderich about the games later on in his life, unlike most victors, he wouldn't tell you about the people that he hated. Not once would he mention even a single bad word about the Games. Roderich loved the Games. He missed the Games.
Elizabeta let the man go as the woman walked over. "Congratulations, Roderich. Are you ready to live one of the best lives in your county?" The lady didn't wait for a reply before taking out a small piece of paper and reading over it for a moment, "Your agenda for the next month or two is as planed on this paper. You and your wife will be settled into your new house tomorrow at—"
Roderich cut her off, "Just a minute…wife?" He looked at Elizabeta, who smiled girlishly and laughed.
"Oh Roddy, you know we've been married for at least a year now!" She emphasized somewhat angrily
The woman lifted an eyebrow in question, "I should hope so, because she," She gestured to Elizabeta, "is not allowed to be in the Victor's Village if you two are not related or married."
Roderich sighed quietly, "Oh yes, I guess the Games made me forget things I shouldn't." He faked a laugh and tried to smile.
Roderich looked out the window on the plane as they flew back to Austria.
He wasn't exactly sure what his future would hold for him.
What Roderich did know was that life would not be nearly as exciting as the Games were.
He knew his love life would not be nearly as kinky as it had been this past twelve days, either…
Roderich blushed, now his mind had wondered to one part of the games that he really should forget.
Gilbert may have been the best thing to come into his life. He knew he would've killed himself during the Games when Gilbert had died had it not been for him understanding that Gilbert wanted him to win.
But Roderich wanted to make a stand against the Capitol. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he just went home to his new, plushy life in the Victor's Village.
He looked over at Elizabeta who was conversing happily with the other woman. He sighed, "I'm sorry, Elizabeta…I'm really sorry…" He took one last look at his 'wife' before breaking open the closest window he could find and jumping out.
He didn't scream; he just waited for his life to end. The loud cracking sound as his body hit the ground signaled he was dead.
Elizabeta looked over when she heard the glass shatter and stuck her head out the window to watch her 'husband' fall to his death. She knew he would end up doing something like that.
She just knew it. She bit her lip in frustration.
She turned around and glared at the other woman; she barely showed any emotion at all. "You could stop this, couldn't you?" Elizabeta accused, "I've seen how you are with the President! He would do anything you say!"
The woman's mouth went agape.
"But you never said anything did you!? WHY NOT!? ARE OTHER PEOPLES LIVES THAT MEANINGLESS TO YOU!? THESE TWELVE MEN WERE LEADING HAPPY LIVES BEFORE AND DURING THE GAMES YET YOU LET THEM FIGHT AND DIE!" The Hungarian screamed.
"…you killed one, too…" The woman muttered under her breath.
"That's not the point. He was going to die anyway, no matter what I did and what I didn't do. The point is; you and your little boyfriend and all the other Capitol people have the power to stop such an inhumane thing, such as the Hunger Games!" Elizabeta yelled. She walked over to a small hallway in the plane. She went into the kitchen and picked up the first heavy thing she saw; a frying pan. "And now Roderich is dead. You know who else is dead?"
The woman shook her head back and forth, slowly; cowering away from the pan.
"Eleven other men are dead I can name each and every one of them. You can't because you have no feelings; no sympathy, no human soul." Elizabeta said creepily as she inched closer to the woman, patting the pan in her empty hand. "You know who else is dead?" She asked again.
The woman shook her head again.
"YOU!" Elizabeta screamed before slamming the pan against the woman's head. The woman fell to the floor. Of course, this was not enough to kill her.
Elizabeta used a foot to turn her over onto her back before stepping the other leg across the woman's body and then smacking the lady's face with the pan yet again. She did this repeatedly until she was sweating. She was pretty sure the lady was dead by now, if not it wouldn't be long from the way she was losing so much blood, and so fast, too.
"Well…now to get off this plane and go find the President." Elizabeta said happily as she shook the blood dripping from her pan and headed for the pilot's room.
Elizabeta left the pan sitting next to the body; she would get that later.
The pilot looked at her as she came in, "Hello Miss Edelstein. How are you?" The old man asked politely. The pilot's room was separate from were all the action had happened and therefore, the man had no clue of what had just happened.
Elizabeta nodded, "Miss…um…what's-her-name had a little accident; we need to stop short at the Capitol before taking me and Roderich home."
"Will do." The man said tipping his hat and going back to driving the ship.
Elizabeta got the pan and quickly ran off the plane and, using her wit and female intuition, ran for the large house she knew would be the President's house. (There was a large sign saying 'The President's House.)
Once inside, she started following very convenient maps to find the room the President normally stayed in.
She found it in record time. She burst open the door and President snapped his head up, "What are you doing here, Elizabeta?" The man asked, he still remembered her from when she snuck in and blew-up Alfred.
"Hi, Mr. President." Elizabeta said before walking straight up to the President and whacking him right in the face. A few secret service men came out and grabbed her arms and legs and tried to restrain her. Oh, but no one is a match for a pissed-off fangirl.
And especially not a pissed-off Hungarian fangirl…
After a beat down of the President, six secret service men, a few random Capitol people on the side of the street, and finding the person who had taken over controlling the Games once Ivan had killed the original one, she took off to find a news station.
She broke in a TV station room, which was airing highlights of the Hunger Games, and killed a few staff members and scared the rest of them away.
She took a seat in front of one of the cameras. Only one or two men still remained, because she had asked them to run the cameras for her.
One man gave her a 'go' sign and she started. "Hello people all around the world. And hello people of the Capitol. My name is Elizabeta Héderváry and my husband just killed himself. Do you know who my husband was? He was the winner of the Hunger Games. So, now you have no winner. What happens if ever time from now on the winner kills his or her self? Can you not find a better game to calm your restless minds rather than people killing each other? Can we just get actors to do that? Why not just make an annual Hunger Games movie with actors instead of actually killing people!?" She ranted. "And if no one listens to me, then I'll take the whole Capitol out. The Capitol people have killed so many people that even killing each and every one of them will not avenge each soul that was taken in these retched Games."
The camera shut off abruptly and Elizabeta stood up. "Well…now I just wait and watch to see if I can change the world."
The next year of the Hunger Games, the winner killed himself also. And the year after that too. Elizabeta had beaten the Capitol. But not alone. She couldn't have done anything without twelve brave men. One whom came up with a plan but was not listened to, a few were just needed to show the Capitol that these men were human and they didn't have a reason to die, one man had made the ultimate sacrifice and saved generation after generations of people.
The names of twelve brave men and one woman would go down in record books in countries all over the world. No one would ever forget that year's Hunger Games.
The Hunger Games which was the most popular among teenage girls.
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End Note: So…How was it? Please review!
Well…that was the last chapter. I hope you like the little spin around at the end, da~! XD
I just love writing Angry, pissed off, yaoi-deprived!Hungary! XD
I really loved writing this story and I hope you all read the sequel, da~!
And Darona…I'm very sorry…but in the sequel, the Giripan will return…and not go away, da…DX GOMEN!
I really hope you all liked this story.
I really want to thank you guys for reading my story and reviewing it and everything! You guys are fuckin' awesome! (As Gilbo would say…XD)
This story really helped me get better at writing too! I know I had quite a few grammar and spelling mistakes, but you guys are all nice people and don't review-scream at me for it! I do appreciate constructive criticism just as much as I do reviews were I get to feel all flatter and stuff, da~! ^^
Also, I have a second account for those that didn't know where I write my shorter stories. My non-series stories! Most are Hetalia but a few are different things, so please check them out, da~!
My author name on that account is 'Tenshi Feliks-Chan'. Can you guess who is like, totally my second favorite Hetalia character~? XD Poland is amazing in all his gay-ness~!
And in my Ghost Girl story, there will be two parts to it. In the second part, I will add two more parings, so please keep a watch out for the first chapter, da~!
'Kay! I shuddup now~! ^^