-Part Six – Game Time-

Matthew looked down at his outfit. The clothing selection for this years games was rather comfortable. He had a dark blue jacket and a black shirt underneath. A pair of forest green gloves were lying on the chair next to him.

He also had a pair of black pants and hiking boots. Despite the offer, Matthew didn't bring anything from his district. His clothes already gave off a depressing tone.

"Ready?" A voice asked him. Matthew looked up and saw –insertnameherestfu- gesturing towards the plate that would take him to the arena. He nodded and walked over, slipping the gloves on.

As he stepped onto the plate and the glass cylinder slid down, surrounding him, Matthew began to sense a feeling of dread. He wasn't worried about the arena. Everyone seemed like they were going to comply with his plan. He sighed and looked up at the light of the arena.

"Ladies and gentlemen!" A voice shouted. It was the announcer. "Let the 55th Hunger Games begin!" Sixty seconds.

Ivan looked at the other tributes for a moment, everyone was there and waiting, and then he looked at his surroundings. The arena, from what he could see, was a forest. The tributes were standing in an open area, most likely hidden from above because of the towering pines. Farther off he could see a change in the foliage. The trees became lighter and the area was brighter.

Looking behind his shoulder, he could see a thin line of a few more pine trees before it cut off abruptly into a field of wheat. The wheat, he could tell, was still a few more months off from being ready to harvest.

Ivan looked over at the cornucopia. It was turned away from him, and the rest of the tributes, so he couldn't see what was inside.

Ivan then looked at Matthew. He was staring at the arena, a calm expression on his face. Matthew then glanced to his right and caught Ivan's look. Ivan nodded to him slightly and Matthew smiled in reply.

'The minute has to be over soon…' Ivan thought, petting part of his scarf. The gamemakers had let it through into the arena, although Ivan had to convince them. They thought it would be an unfair advantage, him trying to choke other tributes.

The sound of a gong echoed in the small opening. The games had begun.

For a few moments, no one moved. Every other game was a quick dash to the cornucopia. But this time, nothing.

Matthew smiled in relief. It seemed everyone was following through with his plan.

"So…" Alfred said, looking at Matthew and then the other Tributes still standing on the starting places. "Everyone still with this?"

There were several corresponding nods from the tributes.

"Well…that's good." Matthew said, feeling slightly astonished that everyone had listened to him. "If we're all going to be working together as a team, we should check the cornucopia first. Of course." Matthew paused, looking over the faces of the tributes. "Then planning as to what we're doing."

"Sounds great!" Alfred shouted and he jumped off his plate and began running towards the cornucopia.

"What's in there? It doesn't look like much from over here…" Ivan noted, running to where Alfred was.

"Guns!" Alfred yelled happily, kneeling down and grabbing one.

"Guns?" Arthur asked, walking over to examine the weapons. "First the gamemakers only take 12 Tributes and now they only give us guns. What an interesting year this is for the Games."

"And it's about to get awesomer." Gilbert stated while grabbing a light machine gun from the pile. He held it up and pointed it at Ivan.

"Same team, yes?" Ivan asked, walking past Gilbert and pushing the gun lightly down so it pointed at the ground.

Ivan selected a sniper rifle and looked through the scope. Aiming for a tree in the distance, he pulled the trigger. He heard a click and pulled the gun away from him. "I don't think this has any ammo…"

"Mine's empty too!" Alfred exclaimed after trying to fire the pistol he held a few times. "Are all the guns likes this?"

Gilbert tried his gun too. "Nothing."

"Are you sure the only weapons here are guns?" Yao asked, looking over the pile.

"I think so…" Francis replied, looking over the pile.

"Hunting would be much easier with weapons." Kiku noted, pushing a gun away from him with his foot.

"I found some bread…" Ludwig said grabbing a loaf of bread wrapped in plastic.

Matthew looked from where he was looking through the small pile. "That's good. Is there anything else?"

"I think we would have found it by now." Denmark said, leaning against the cornucopia with a shotgun.

"Well, we will most likely be able to survive off that for a day." Arthur explained, eyeing the food. "That means, for survival, we're going to have to hunt. With improvised weapons of course."

"Why is everything so focused on violence?" Francis asked, glaring at Arthur. "I see plenty of plants that could have fruit or some kind of food."

"Not everyone is a vegetarian." Arthur replied with a sigh.

"I'm not saying I am.."

"Do you know where meat comes from?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good. I would rather catch some fish or something than take my chances with a plant."

"What if there are no animals here?"

"…I just heard a bird."

"Please, we need to get a plan together." Matthew said, looking over at Arthur.

"Very well then, what do you suggest we do?" Kiku asked.

"We need to work together as a team." Matthew replied. "And no one will be a leader. Leaderships lead to violence within a group."

"Hm, that is a good point." Arthur commented.

"Although, I guess I can make some decisions. We can't just sit here." Matthew paused briefly before continuing, "First, which direction should we travel?"

"Over there," Ivan suggested, gesturing towards the trees in the distance. "There are not as many pines so that could suggest a change. And because there doesn't seem to be anything promising with a bunch of evergreens and a field."

"I'm going to have to agree with him." Alfred said. "It's too dark over here."

"The significant number of trees over there could suggest a water source or something." Ludwig noted. "There doesn't seem to be any water over here and the lack of cover would scare away most small animals."

"I didn't know career tributes were so smart." Lovino said, glaring at Ludwig from where he was sitting.

"I'm not a career. My mentor just gave me a few tips." Ludwig replied.

"Well, I believe it would be best if we traveled toward the trees." Matthew said, grabbing a rifle. "Unless anyone thinks we should go another direction?"

No one replied.

"Okay!" Alfred shouted. "Let's go."

"Why…why are they doing this?" A gamemaker asked the group behind him as he stared at the screen. "Were they ever together? This seems to be planned."

Someone from the group spoke. "I don't ever remember them being together. Unless…it was the train ride?"

"They only talked a bit though…" Someone else said.

"How will Panem react? This has never happened!" Another gamemaker shouted.

"Don't worry. This is under control." Someone said calmly as they walked into the room. It was the head gamemaker. "I anticipated this…but I never did expect them to follow through." He paused. "Someone is bound to break. The group will fall apart."

He looked at the assembly of gamemakers surrounding him. "Or I'll make them."

Short chapter. OTL