Sorry it took a little while, I lead a very busy life, and I was a little sick today, so some stuff in this chapter may be weird and make absolutely no sense ^.^ Anyway, thank you all so much for reading this story, I got a lot more reviews then what I had originally expected, so thanks.

Hetalia Kirkland: One does not simply have Italy without a white flag

Hurricaneclaw: We'll see (muhaha)

Elizabeth pulled her knees up against her body. Four faces flashed up in the sky. Four faces that would never be seen again. She knew that all four had or would have tried to kill her, but they were so young, they didn't really deserve to die. And she was scared, sure, she was surrounded by friends, but this was the hunger games; anything could happen.

She glanced over at her friends, sleeping in the shelter of the cornucopia. They we're restless, tossing, turning, mumbling things that only they could understand. The last face vanished from the sky and was replaced by the capitol symbol, before that too, disappeared.

She heard a cry, and turned around to see Gilbert sit up, drenched in sweat. He glanced over towards her and shook his head. He lay down again, but she could see that he was still awake. Elizabeth sighed and rested her chin on her knee. She was sick of death, she had seen it too may times. She didn't want to kill anyone anymore.

"Hey.." she turned around to see Gilbert sit down beside her. She acknowledged his presence with a small nod, and returned her gaze to the sky.

"I'll take over if you want," Gilbert said, jabbing her lightly in the arm t get her attention.

"No thanks, you'll probably fall asleep within the first few minutes," she replied, Gilbert laughed.

"Ja, I guess you're right it gets boring staring at nothing,"

The two sat in silence for a while, staring out into the darkness.

"You miss him don't you," the question took Elizabeth by surprise. She looked over at Gilbert, to find his crimson eyes staring into her own. She sighed.

"Yes…" she looked away again.

"It's weird without the music loving bastard here to contradict me," Gilbert's smile was large, but it didn't reach his eyes. He ruffled her hair.

"Go one, go to sleep, I'll try to stay awake," Gilbert gave her a light shove on the back. Elizabeth smiled and got up.

"Thank you," she muttered quietly, Gilbert made no sign of having heard her. She sighed and walked into the cornucopia, leaving Gilbert to sit outside, and stare blankly into the darkness.

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Irunya backed up against a tree, clutching her wounded arm; she stared at Ivan in fear. He lumbered towards her, a wild look in his violet eyes. She had been stupid, so, so stupid. The tracker jacker stings that covered his left arm and neck had swollen. If only she had checked the trees above them before she went to sleep. Ivan stepped towards her, not seeing his sister before him. He held the thick branch above his head, and Irunya closed her eyes and waited.

There was a sickening crack.

Irunya opened her eyes to see Natalia fall, her honey blond hair matted with blood. Her blue eyes locked on hers.

"Run.." she whispered.

Irunya jumped to her feet, and took off, tears streaming down her face. A canon fired, Natalia was dead.

Irunya heard Ivan coming after her, drunkenly crashing through the trees.

"Panem... PANEM DON'T RUN FROM ME!" he bellowed, his usually calm voice filled with anger and hatred. Irunya kept running, she couldn't stop.

She remembered waking up to see Ivan covered with tracker jacker stings, to see his violet eyes clouded with rage. To see him stand over her, a thick branch held in his hands. And Natalia, Natalia was dead.

Irunya wanted to go back, to care for her little sister, but she knew it was too late. She saw a clearing up ahead, and the cornucopia.

She ran into the clearing, Ivan closing in on her.

She tripped over something as she ran by the cornucopia. She looked up to see Ivan towering over her. She stared at him, his murderous intent washing over her. A shadow moved beside her, moonlight reflected off metal. Ivan fell to his knees, a sword through his leg. He yelled in rage and pain.

"ELIZABETH! LOVINO!" a familiar voice shouted as Ivan threw aside his attacker. She saw two figures rush from the cornucopia. Ivan picked up the fallen man, and slammed him up against the cornucopia. Irunya gasped as she recognised Gilbert, struggling against her brother's iron grip.

The two figures that had come out from the cornucopia rushed to his aid, but there was no need.

Ivan blinked and his grip slackened. Gilbert fell to a crumpled heap on the ground. Ivan swayed uncertainly, pulling at his hair.

"Gilbert, Irunya, Natalia? What am I doing?" he mumbled, Irunya watched as Ivan's eyes widened in shock, "Natalia!"

Ivan fell to the ground, his pupils dilating and his breathing harsh. Irunya crawled over to him.

"Stay back," a shaky voice commanded, it was Lovino.

He walked towards Ivan, a coil of rope in his hands. Elizabeth held Ivan down as Lovino bound his wrists. When they we're done, Elizabeth approached Irunya.

"What happened?" she asked, her green eyes filled with concern.
"Tracker jacks," Irunya mumbled, avoiding her gaze.

"And the cannon?" Irunya sobbed and Elizabeth understood.

"Natalia…"

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Ralph winced as the cannon fired, another life had been lost. Christian glanced at him nervously, so Ralph smiled to reassure him. It tore him up to see his younger brother so nervous, so despite his own fears, he did his best to try and cheer him up.

"Don't worry about it! Just concentrate on finding water with me, we've been walking for a while now, so we should be close to some source of water," Ralph gave Christian his best 'I know exactly what I'm doing' smile. Christian shook his head and grinned a little, at least he wasn't alone in fearing for his friends. He could see the nerves in Ralph's eyes, and could hear the small tremor in his voice. Christian nodded slightly; he had to be brave for his friends and family.

Ralph suddenly stopped, his arm held out in front of Christian, signalling him to stop. Christian looked up, and caught sight of water through the trees, he looked to Ralph, who's eyes were closed, listening. Ralph snapped his eyes open, and pushed Christian to the side, at that moment, the girl from district one came flying at him, stabbing the air were Christian's head had been only seconds before.

Ralph had nothing to defend himself with but his fists. The girl from district one lunged at him with a knife. Ralph winced as the blade cut into his arm. The girl took another swipe, hatred burning in her eyes. Ralph took a step back, the knife cutting the material of his shirt. Ralph aimed a punch at the girl, and hit her in the side. The girl lost her balance and fell. Ralph hesitated, the English part of him not wanting to strike an enemy who was down.

That was a mistake.

The girl threw her knife with accuracy, and it struck him in the shoulder, missing his heart by a couple of inches. Christian yelled and tried to get up, but his ankle had been sprained in his fall, so it collapsed beneath him.

Ralph swore as the girl approached him, pulling another knife from a pocket in her jacket.

Dammit! I can't die here, not now, not when I've come so far! Ralph cursed his stupidity in allowing the girl to sneak up on him like that. He caught sight of Christian's mortified face as he watched, helpless to do anything. The girl advanced slowly upon him, a tigress, calmly approaching it's cornered prey.

But Ralph's green eyes locked on hers, and in them, she saw thousands of years of pain and suffering, war and loss. She paused, bewildered as someone as young as the man she was about to kill could hold so many painful memories and share them just by looking at her.

She shook her head, for her to survive, this man needed to die. She hardened her gaze and took a step forward.

It was the last step she ever took.

She fell to the ground, an arrow piercing her heart. The life left her brown eyes and she twitched. Once. Twice. Then she was still, the canon fired.

Ralph looked up in shock, to see an arrow trained at his heart.

"Don't move,"

Nooo! first death of a nation. Poor, poor Russia. I admit that I had no idea what I was going to do with Belarus, so I got rid of her as quickly as possible (please don't kill meee!). Also sorry that this chapter's a little short, I'll try not to be lazy and write a longer chapter next time ^.^ Also with the little Prussia and Hungary scene, it's not really romance, more friendship, so don't expect any more than that. (Sorry PrussiaXHungary fangirls)