Let the introductions begin! Also I feel I should tell you that there will be character death, but I'm not going to tell you who dies :p Hopefully I don't make them seem to OOC but their whole civilisation was destroyed so they may be a little more depressed then in the anime, but hopefully not too much! Okey dokey! Let the Story Begin!

District One

Felinciano walked nervously with the crowd. Tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, and he sobbed quietly to himself. There was no one to share his fears with, no calm Kiku to blubber at, no stoic Ludwig to reprimand him. He was alone, completely and utterly alone. This new thought was enough to bring on another wave of sobbing and crying.

Usually, Felinciano was known for his cheerful happy go lucky personality, this was not a good thing, as joy and a love for pasta will get you nowhere in district 1.

Today was a day when the people got a rest from his cheerfulness, the day of the reaping. Most districts dreaded this day, but not district they eagerly awaited the day their children would prove themselves to the world. The day the district's representatives would be selected for the hunger games. But Felinciano did not join in with the festive mood today. No he longed for his friends, and remembered the day he should've died but didn't. And now he feared, it was 100th Hunger Games, a quarter quell, anything could happen…

District 2

Alfred walked towards the reaping, his glasses cracked in many places, held together by tape and glue. He didn't care, these glasses were special, he couldn't throw them away. His stomach rumbled and he flinched, what he wouldn't give for a burger and a soda right now. He mentally slapped himself. Now was not the time for thinking about food. 24 innocent children were about to be sent into the brutal games. Damn that president Snow, damn this whole country. He wanted things to be like they were before. Here, he knew many people, but had no one he could call a friend. He sighed and glanced at the kids around him. How could Panem do this? Sure, most of them looked excited rather than nervous, but either way, those chosen for the games had a higher chance of dying than living.

Alfred ground his teeth in frustration. He was the hero, he should save them! But what could he do… alone?

District 3

Honda Kiku walked beside Erika Vogel. His brown eyes furrowed and cautious. Erika was crying again. Kiku couldn't blame her. This was the anniversary of that day, the day Kiku became nothing but an empty shell of his former self, and the day Erika had lost her brother. She and her brother had been among the first to fall, but somehow she survived. Kiku had found her, and together they had faded into the background of District 3. Kiku had been careful not to let his prowess in electronics show; doing so would bring unnecessary attention to himself.

Erika had stopped crying, she had no more tears to shed, she was just an embodiment of grief. She walked close to Kiku, he let her because he needed comfort too. He normally disliked people invading his personal space, but he didn't have the heart to push her away.

District 4

Gilbet muttered something under the lines of how the awesome Gilbert should not have to share his space with such an idiot. He glared at Francis, as he flirted with a few girls who gave him strange looks and walked away. Francis' heart was not in it, so he did not chase after them. Instead he turned to Gilbert.

"*honhonhon, Gilbert you do not seem pleased, what is the matter mon ami~?" He asked

Gilbert glared daggers at the Frenchman

"You know very well what's wrong with the awesome me Francis." He muttered testily.

Francis looked away; Gilbert sighed and regretted what he had said. He should be glad he had someone he knew. Francis may have been an idiot, but he was only trying to forget. But neither Gilbert nor Francis could forget, how could they?

Francis looked up at the stage, where the screens were beginning to turn on.

"They're preparing to draw the ballot." Murmured Francis, his former playfulness gone.

"You don't say," growled Gilbert.

District 5

Lovino grumbled under his breath. His wished the damn thing would be over and done with so he could go home. Home no one could see him mourn for his brother. Damn, it was sad, but he was so lonely, if the Potato-Bastard came up to him and asked to talk, he would've leapt at the chance. But no, there was no Potato-Bastard, no annoying brother, no pathetic Antonio. There was just him. Lovino, alone.

District 6

Vash Zwingli kicked a wall. It hurt, he didn't care. He kicked it again, this time someone yelled at him, so he stopped. He was angry. Angry at the district, angry at Panem, angry at the games and he was angry with this wall. He wished he could yell, scream, anything to let loose his anger and sadness. This was the very day he'd lost her. The day he'd watched her bleed, and the day he had failed to protect her. He glared at the stage, and the presenter walking up to announce the representatives for the games.

District 7

Arthur Kirkland sat quietly, some people might have noticed him, and the young man who sat beside him, but most were paying all of their attention to the screen. Matthew Williams watched the people gather around the stage, and the children being rounded up into lines depending on age and gender. No one really noticed him except for Arthur. Arthur was kind and polite to him, acknowledging his presence much more than he did during those days. That was nice he guessed. This wasn't nice though, watching children being sent to their deaths, forced to fight each other for what? Entertainment. Arthur seemed calm enough, but Matthew could see all the grief hidden behind his green eyes. And anger, Matthew didn't like it when Arthur was angry, though he hid it well. It wasn't scary, more sad. It was sad that something could cause a gentleman like Arthur to be this angry. It wasn't like those times when he used to bicker with Francis or Alfred. There was pure rage hidden behind that calm face, and Matt didn't like that.

District 8

A few people glanced at him, not for long enough to realise he didn't belong here. He sighed in relief. His hair, which was shaped into two curls at the sides that resembled the horns of a ram, was attracting a few weird looks, but he tried his best to ignore them. He wasn't going to fail when he had come this far, he was going to avenge his friends.

District 9

Ivan shivered as Natalia approached him. But it seemed that she was not going to continue her obsession today. She was very weird, so he was scared of her. But it seemed she wasn't weird enough to not be sad at a day like this. Ivan didn't like being sad, so he focused on other things. Yes it made him pleasure smile to think about that. About his home, the grassy plains and clear air. His smile widened as he thought about other things, yes like the blood of Panem, that was good. People around him shivered as his smile became creepier. Kolkolkolkolkolkol

District 10

Elizabeth wiped the tears from her face as she saw Antonio approach. He saw the picture in her hand and faltered. He looked like a mess, be Elizabeth imagined that she would have looked worse. He joined her, and looked at the picture in her hand. It was old, but well looked after for it obvious age. It showed Elizabeth standing with a bespectacled man, who was glaring at a man with red eyes and silver hair who was laughing in the background with a tiny yellow bird flying by his head. Sitting on a small stool between Elizabeth and the angry man was a small child in a maids outfit, despite the fact it seemed obvious (to Antonio anyway) that the child was a male. He patted her on the back, and she smiled briefly, it didn't last long and she looked down at the picture again.

"I'm sorry Mister Edelstein…" she murmured, "So, so sorry…"

District 11

Ludwig's fist clenched in anger as the presenters began to go over the history of the games. It made him sick, he made himself sick. He hadn't been able to save Felinciano, hadn't been able to save Kiku. They had died. Just like that. One moment, Italy was crying and Kiku was staring at Ludwig, fear visible in his eyes. He remembered how the brown eyes went dull, and the crying ceased. He remembered extreme pain, waking up to find himself surrounded by ash. And he remembered how he had called. Yelling, shouting, begging but to no avail. No more was the calm and reflective Kiku, No more was the joyful and boisterous Felinciano. And it was all his fault. He had let his guard down, and they had died because of it. The screens above the stage flickered on, and his enemy, his downfall stared him in the eyes, smiled, and began to speak.

District 12

The crowds murmured among themselves.

"Hello people of Panem," Began President Snow, "I hope you are as eager for the 100th Hunger Games as I am"

The murmurs ceased, all eyes glued to the screens.

"I hope that this year will prove to be an entertaining as our last quarter quell," the cheery smile became sinister and threatening. He of course, was referring to the 'incident' with Katniss Everdeen.

"Now, I believe all of you are eager to discover what 'special' conditions will be set for the games this year." The smile became joyful, but to the people of District twelve, it was something to fear.

"This year, anyone above the age of twelve is a potential candidate for the games," The sickly smile grew wider.

There were shouts and cries. Panic flew through the district. People talked urgently with others in hushed tones. All of them, fearing what they thought they no longer had to fear. All except one man who stood apart from the rest, a smile resting on his lips. This was what he was counting on, this one chance to destroy the hunger games, and the nation who made it from the inside out.

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Wheeeeew! I can't believe it's already done! I apologise for any spelling or grammar errors, as well as any facts or names I have gotten wrong. Either way, I'm open for suggestions for the next chapter. I'm sorry if the characters are OOC but It is the hunger games.

*honhonhonhon: I don't really know how to right out France's laugh so I did this :3

Mon ami: My friend (French)