Bad lazy writer is lazy, I'm sorry. Also, I know my chapters are getting cheesy, and that the ending seems like it's gonna suck, but it won't be that simple, promise!

Dawnshine: It's almost as bad a sign as when he opens his eyes ^_^'

Badgerfang: *cries* I love Jappy and Lutz, I'm sorry!

You know what, I'm just going to call you Tsundere now (I'm lazy): Sorry T^T also it won't wrap up thaaaat easily… PLEASE DON'T KILL MEEEE

Hurricaneclaw: well, it depends on the person. *confusing statement is confusing*

Cookie Addiction: Ow! Why'd you shoot me T^T I pity your chinese friends XD

The fire before them flickered in the dark. Yao felt a smile flitter across his face as he watched Yong Soo leaping around like an idiot in front of Matthew and Francis. It had been so long since he had seen Yong Soo smile like this…

"Your breasts belong to me!"

Ok, so maybe there were some aspects of Yong Soo that Yao hadn't missed.

"Yao," Yao blinked his golden eyes in acknowledgment as Francis sat beside him. They sat in silence for a while, watching Matthew untangle himself from Yong Soo, both of them laughing cheerfully.

"There are more of us still alive you know," said Francis quietly, not removing his gaze from the fire.

"Is-"

"I'm not sure, I mean, one of them was alive when I left but…" Francis trailed off.

"What do you mean, how could you not know?" Yao heard the desperation in his voice and hated himself for it. But, he needed to know, they were his family.

"They're in the hunger games Yao, he got them," Francis ' hands clenched into fists, and his eyes watered, "they're in the arena and they can't get out."

Yao fell silent, the shock beginning to settle in. He closed his eyes and bit his tongue. His friends, family, heck he even missed Ivan, and now… they were so close, they were alive yet…

"They're in the games…" the words came out as a whisper, it couldn't be true, but it was.

Yao stood, arms held stiffly by his sides.

"I need to think."

Francis nodded and Yao disappeared into the darkness.

"Papa Francis," Matthew stood over Francis, "Will he be okay, will Alfred survive?"

Francis stared at his former charge for a while, searching his mind for a reassuring answer to give him.

"I'm sure he'll be fine," Francis smiled softly, "after all, he is the 'hero'"

"He's going to die in there Francis, i-if he doesn't get out," Matthew shook his head, "I need to see him, I need to get him out of there, get them all out of there."

Matthew's eyes blazed with determination,

"I've already talked to Yong Soo about it, he reckons it's possible. He says if we go to the capitol, he can hack into the system, and give us enough time to get into the arena, and then-"

"Mattieu," Francis placed his hands upon Matthew's shoulders, "and then what? Even if we got in, how would we get them out again?"

Matthew pushed Francis away,

"I'm getting them out Francis, if you won't help me then so be it," Matthew turned on his heel and walked over to Yong Soo, who had been watching silently from the other side of the fire. When Matthew reached him, the two began discussing in an undertone, gesturing to a diagram that Yong Soo had drawn in the ash.

Francis bit the inside of his cheek.

He didn't want any of them to die either. He missed the way the world used to be, causing chaos with Antonio and Gilbert, spreading L'amour, fighting with Arthur during conferences.

He watched Matthew and Yong discussing their plans and making decisions, and slowly came to a decision of his own.

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Gilbert sat with his head in his hands, grief washing over him in waves.

Roderich, Elizabeth, and now Lutz.

Why did this have to happen to him?

He could vaguely hear Arthur harshly questioning a strangely emotionless Feliciano, and Irunya sobbing into Ivan's shoulder.

After so long, he finally had Ludwig back, his brother had finally come alive after spending so long being dead.

And Panem had snatched the gift away as fast as it had been given.

"FUCK!" everyone looked up at Gilbert as the albino man punched the ground, "FUCK THESE GAMES!"

Gilbert felt a wetness roll down his face, but he ignored it, he hit the ground again, pouring all his grief and anger into the blow.

"Gil…" someone spoke up.

"Shut up, just SHUT UP!" Gilbert lashed out and caught Irunya in the face.

She fell, and landed on her back, crying out. Ivan stood, his aura turning menacing. Gilbert could vaguely hear Feliciano telling him to stop, and something in his consciousness agreed with him.

But he didn't stop.

Gilbert got to his feet, his breathing ragged, and his crimson eyes flashed angrily. Ivan picked up the nearest weapon, a large metal pole, with a terrifying calm. Gilbert uttered a low growling sort of noise from the back of his throat, and in a flash, his sword was in his hand and pointed at the tall Russian.

"Put the sword down comrade, and I may forgive you," Ivan smiled his cold, childish smile, but his eyes burned into Gilbert's.

"No, you won't order the awesome me around anymore," Gilbert snarled, "I never forgave you for the wall, and now I-"
"Stop."

Feliciano stood shakily to his feet, voice trembling, "please."

The cornucopia fell silent, all eyes were on Gilbert to see what he would do. Gilbert just stood, his face seemed carved from stone, yet the tears glistening on his cheeks betrayed hi s emotions.

He fell to his knees, sword hitting the ground beside him with a dull thud.

"I-I…" Gilbert couldn't find the words he was looking for, and stared helplessly at his comrades,

Arthur took a few steps towards Gilbert and knelt beside the stricken man, reaching out and laying a hand on his shoulder.

"Gilbert y-"

"The worst thing about it is I knew it was going to happen, I knew it was going to happen and I couldn't stop it. Why couldn't I stop it?" Gilbert desperately searched Arthur's eyes for some kind of answer.

If Arthur was surprised, he didn't show it, "Gil, it wasn't your fault. It's this mess of a world we're living in," Arthur glanced at Alfred, laid carefully in the grass. He looked at Gilbert, who had lost so much. At Ralph and Christian, who couldn't possibly be strangers. He saw Ivan comforting Irunya, his face grim. Elizabeth, lying motionless although asleep.

Arthur stood, speaking now, not to his comrades, but to President Snow, to the people of Panem, "this country has taken too much, caused too much pain. You have taken our comrades, our friends," he hesitated, and took a deep breath, "many of you won't understand my announcement, Panem has done well to hide the past."

Gilbert blinked as he realised where Arthur was headed.

"I, Arthur Kirkland, formally announce to President snow and his people," Arthur's eyes narrowed into slits, "That the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland has declared war on Panem."

FUUUU CHEESY! *throws stuff*

Ugh I need to learn how to write dramatic stuff better T^T

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the short lame chapter, I'll try update again soon but you know me...