Muhaha! I am back with yet another chapter. Once again I apologise for OOC ness. Anyway enjoy the chapter :D Also Romano's (Lovino) potty mouth starts now :3
Feliciano was terrified as the presenter began to draw the ballot for the female representative. There was no need really someone always volunteered in this district. Before the man could read out the name on the paper, a woman volunteered to be the female representative. Feliciano was too nervous to catch her name. What where the chances. He didn't want to die; he wanted to eat pasta with Ludwig and Kiku. He thought about pasta, he hadn't had any in years, so many years.
"Feliciano Vargas"
Feliciano blinked, who had called his name? Why was everyone looking at him like that?
"veh~ why are you all looking at me like that, let's all calm down and it some pasta hey?" then he realised.
The peacekeepers dragged him up onto the stage. He stood there for a moment. This was district one, someone always volunteered. The crowds stayed silent. Why was no one volunteering? Then he saw the smirks on their faces. They wanted him to die.
"I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I want to eat pasta and talk to pretty girls, I don't want to die!" He broke down in hysterics, "Ludwig... Ludwig help-a me! Ludwig!"
Alfred stared at the screen. There was no way, no way that could be who he thought it was. But as he stared at the brown haired man with the strange curl shout for someone named 'Ludwig' the doubts in his mind cleared. The man on the screen was not human; the man on the screen was someone he knew. The man on the screen was a nation. The cameras cut from Feliciano's crying face and were now focused on the stage in district two. His district. He felt a grin slide onto his face. He knew what he must do, he was the here after all. Immediately after the female representative was called, he moved to front of the crowd and raised his hand.
"I volunteer as tribute!" He announced his smile widening.
"What's your name son?" asked the presenter as he made his way onto the stage.
"Alfred. Alfred F. Jones, the Hero!"
Kiku felt Erika's grip on his arm tighten when Alfred stepped onto the stage. There was no doubt about it. If the Feliciano guy wasn't similar, Alfred certainly was.
"Erika Zwingli" Kiku was pulled back into reality. Erika looked at him frantically, the peacekeepers rapidly approaching.
"It's okay Erika," he muttered, his mind already set. As she stood, trembling on the stage, he raised his hand.
"I volunteer…" He said calmly, he would've done it without Erika's selection for the games. Feliciano… his ally and friend would also need protection.
Gilbert stared at the screen in shock. Feliciano, Alfred even Erika and Kiku. He and Francis weren't the only ones. He glanced briefly at Francis, who stood open mouthed staring at the screen. Could his brother really be alive? Feliciano was calling for him after all.
"Francis Bonnefoy," Gilbert stopped smiling and looked at Francis. He knew he wasn't a fighter like the awesome him. Francis gulped and began to walk towards the stage. Pathetic, his glamour and smooth style was gone, he had almost made it to the stage when Gilbert raised his hand.
"The awesome Gilbert volunteers as tribute," he smirked at Francis, and began to walk towards the stage.
Lovino pulled at his hair in frustration. He knew he had seen him, his twin Feliciano, and it pissed him off. At first he was glad to see his stupid little brother, but no, he had to call for the fucking potato-bastard. He didn't want to compete in the games, but it was his only chance to hit Feliciano. He sighed and walked to the front of the crowd.
"I volunteer..." He muttered nervously.
Vash was smiling. He hadn't smiled in years, but now, his sister was alive! His little Erika was alive, shaken and probably terrified, but alive. And she wasn't the only one. Though it still angered him that she was being forced to go through this terror, and he could not forgive Panem for the pain he had put both of them through. As soon as the female tribute was called, he thrust his hand into the air.
"I am Vash Zwingli, and I volunteer as tribute"
Arthur was holding his tea, but he didn't move to take a sip. Matthew was brimming with joy. Alfred was alive and well, at least, as well as one could be in the games. Arthur was beginning to smile too. His green eyes sparkling with a hope he had thought he had lost.
"You're going aren't you" Arthur looked at Matthew. The younger boy seemed nervous, he didn't want to be left alone.
"Yes, I am going, how could I not?"
Matthew looked at his feet.
"It'll be okay Mattie," he chuckled, "I have to protect Alfred after all."
Matthew looked back up at Arthur's kind green eyes.
"I understand" he said firmly. Arthur smiled, a real smile, not the fake one he had shown to the citizens of the district for all the years he had been there. He stood and brushed the dirt from his clothes.
"I volunteer as tribute"
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The boy with the pale curled hair had tears streaming down his face. He was alive, his eldest brother! He glanced at the ballot and reminded himself to act in character. He was supposed to be weak and small, nervous and scared. It wasn't that hard really, there was no need to act.
Kiki had positioned himself in the ballot box, a small piece of paper clutched in his beak. He eased the paper into the hand of the presenter as he reached into the box.
"Christian *Alries"
Christian gulped. There was no turning back now.
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"Hey, that guy seems a little familiar," commented Ivan. He couldn't quite remember the nervous boy from district eight, but his face seemed to ring a bell. He looked at Natalia and she nodded. They both raised their hands simultaneously.
"I volunteer!"
"I volunteer as tribute da!"
Antonio was ecstatic, his friend and former subordinate was alive! He shook his head in wonder. Elizabeta wiped the tears from her face. She was happy that she and Antonio were not alone, she was even glad that Gilbert was alive. But there was no sign of Mr. Roderich.
"Elizabeta Hedervary!" She gasped and looked at Antonio. He was still smiling and nodded at her encouragingly. She smiled briefly in response, and began to walk up to the stage, as Antonio raised his hand behind her.
Ludwig stormed up to the stage. He felt happy, so happy, but also so angry. He thought about Feliciano's sobbing face, and the way that not a single person from his district had moved to help him. But he was alive, and that was what mattered. Kiku as well, it was if some higher power had given him another chance. He smirked and walked onto the stage, not bothering to raise his hand and volunteer.
"And w-who are you?" The presenter stammered.
"Ludwig," he replied gruffly.
"Ludwig who?" asked the presenter, shock obvious in his eyes.
Ludwig closed his eyes and thought about Feliciano's weeping face.
"I am Ludwig and I volunteer as tribute for district eleven."
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The sandy haired man smiled. He recalled the shock when Feliciano showed up on the screen, then Alfred, even Arthur. Arthur was alive! He couldn't wipe the grin off his face. Christian had managed to get himself in without needing to volunteer. He always knew Kiwi was smarter that he looked.
"Irunya Chernenko" The man frowned, that name was similar, no matter he had to focus.
"I volunteer as tribute!" he shouted, and ran up to the stage.
The presenter, shocked by his eagerness, nervously turned to him.
"And you are?"
The man grinned.
"Ralph Darwin"
Blech, it'd finally done banzai! Anyhoo, once again I apologise for any mistakes and ooc-ness. *yawn* okay I'm gonna wrap it up here. Don't forget to review or PM me with ideas. I might not use 'em but I'll give 'em a go if they're good.
*Alries- because aries= sheep sheep= new Zealand
Ralph's last name was picked at random from a few cities in AU, it's flowed the best so I stuck with it.