Chapter one: the reaping

A/N: this is my first fanfic so be nice and tell me if I do anything wrong! Please review or I WILL get depressed! Anyway I'm writing this cause I'm tired of Sealand being a minor character, although I might include other APH characters if I can think of a way to add them. Suggestions are accepted but may be ignored if I don't like it! Oh, and HUGE thanks to RinaCath for her story "Panem's Games" which has inspired this one. Now onto the story!

As Sealand/ Peter walked to the center of town he shivered. How he wished anyone was still alive, even England. But no, Panem had destroyed them all. The only reason that he was still alive was because Panem, like all other nations, didn't acknowledge his existence. So, when Panem had destroyed the rest of the world, Peter had been ushered into district 12. Ever since the Hunger Games had started out he feared the inevitable day when he got picked. This was the 49th huger game and that meant that his name was in there 98 times due to the tessera. He hoped that eventually someone would notice he had his name entered way to many times for a normal boy of 12, but since no one had yet, he kind of doubted anyone ever would, so he lived in fear of the day when his name would be drawn.

When he finally reached the center of town he realized that he was later than he had thought, there was already a girl standing on stage, and he recognized her as Katniss, which saddened him, for Katniss was a nice girl. Then he heard that horrid capital representative Effie Trinket say "Peter Kirkland." There was only one reason Effie trinket would be calling his name, his day had come. As he slowly walked over to the stage he saw the sad look on Katniss's face, probably sad that someone as seemingly young as him was to be tribute with her. She always did have a kind heart and probably couldn't stand the fact that he was very likely going to die. Then the ceremony ended and the two tributes were ushered into the justice building into separate rooms.

Katniss sat at the window in her room, tightly sealed to prevent escape of course. She wished she could go back in time and somehow stop Prim's name from ever being drawn. She wasn't exactly worried about herself anymore, she was almost certain she would die soon, but rather worried about everyone else. At least Gale would make sure her mother and Prim didn't starve, they had agreed long ago that if something had happened to one of them the other would take care of both families. What if Gale got caught? Although, what she really felt sad about was that poor little boy, Peter, what an odd name he had. And now he would be dead, and there would no longer be an odd little boy who was hardly ever acknowledged by anyone.

There was a knock on the door, so Katniss got up and opened it, expecting her family to come and say their last goodbyes. Surprisingly though, on the other side of the door wasn't Prim or Gale (who was practically family) but Peter, the other tribute. "Can I come in?" the small boy asked politely.

"Of course," she answered, although she wasn't sure why he was there.

"Are you scared?" the boy asked without a trace of it in his own body.

"Not that much, I think I've come to terms with this," she lied, hoping to comfort the little boy with her bravery, however fake.

"You don't have to lie to me, I know that most tributes die," he answered, not really sure if he could be killed by humans.

"You sure you're not scared?" Katniss looked at him, and he seemed old, older than he could possibly be.

"No," he answered.

At that very moment Katniss' sister and mother came in with a guard, probably to make sure Katniss didn't make an escape attempt. Of course she wouldn't, that would mean leaving Peter to face his fate as tribute alone, which she didn't have the heart to do.

The guard immediately noticed Peter there and said, "Shouldn't you be in your own room, so your family can say goodbye." It wasn't really a question, but the answer surprised them none the less.

"My family was killed by Panem a long time ago," what was even odder than the statement though, was the emotions that seemed to mix on his face. Anger, sadness, and resignation flashed.

"That's nonsense, if a peacemaker had killed your parents we would have records of the reasons and such, I'm sure they'll show up any minute now," the "peacemaker" answered.

"I never said a guard killed them, Panem did." Peter answered quietly.

"Son, countries don't kill people," the guard said, putting a hand on the small boy's shoulder.

"Yes, they can sir, more than you could ever know." With that, Peter turned around and left the room full of completely normal humans who would probably disregard his words as nonsense, and never think about them again. He didn't know how wrong he was, at least about one of them.

As he walked back to his room, he remembered how he had ended up here, in district 12. How Panem and his followers had killed all adults, only allowing the children and young teens to live. In other words he would kill the adults that wouldn't join him in his conquest and kidnap the kids, shoving them into his "districts". As he was staying at England's house to help him fight Panem, England had been killed by Panem himself, and as Sealand watched him die unsure what to do, he said with his dying breath, "stay alive Sealand, and you'll become a great and powerful nation, and defeat Panem." He had done just that, even as Panem shoved him into district 12, with all the other newly orphaned children, for he didn't know what else to do.

When he opened the door to his room and entered he sighed, knowing no one was coming to see him off.

A/N: well that's it for now; it's a three day weekend so I'm hoping to get more done before Tuesday. If I don't, then I should have the next chapter up on Thursday. I'm hoping to get at least one Chapter out every Thursday, although I might post another one every other weekend or so. If I can't post on Thursday I will try to tell you why in the chapter before. Anyway, please, please, please review (yes I'm begging). Oh yeah, and in case you might have thought otherwise I do not own Hetalia or The Hunger Games. Suzanne Collins owns The Hunger Games and some Japanese person that I'm not going to attempt to spell owns Hetalia.

~Peter Kirkland IS a nation~