Hello, faithful Fanfiction readers.

There is the POV's of Eric and Page, so I hope you enjoy :D

Disclaimer: See Chapter 1.

Dedicated: ChoicesHP

Eric's POV:

It's time for the interviews.

I am not excited for this, and I just want it to be over.

I'm dressed in a sparkling blue suite, and Antonio said it looked just like the water when the sun hit it.

My hair was gelled back for some reason, and I didn't mind.

Page also looked beautiful, with her matching blue sparking dress, and her blue themed make-up, men were sure to holler her name, which I might not be ready for.

All of us tributes were seated in chairs just in front of the stage, and Cesar Flickerman was looking as unusual of ever, with his bright orange hair and matching sparkling suite, he reminded many of the me of a sparkling orange.

All the tributes were nervously flattening hair, drumming their sides, or twiddling their thumbs, until finally, a voice called,

"Sheen Condor, District One,"

and a guy leaped up onto the stage, grinning hugely, and shook Chasers hand.

Once they were seated, Caesar turned to Sheen.

"Well, you certainly seem excited. How are you today?" asked Caesar.

Sheen grinned.

"I'm fabulous," he answered.

"Wonderful! How old are you, Sheen?" asked Caesar with a warm smile.

"I'm...um...seventeen," answered Sheen.

The way he answered, slowly, told me that he wasn't the smartest tribute in the world.

"Great! Are you excited for the Hunger Games? I know the audience is!" said Caesar, making the audience go crazy, shouting and crying out.

"I'm super excited. I mean, when I volunteered, I was sure that I would, um, become the victor," said Sheen, the smile never wavering.

He looked so fake!

"Great, so why did you volunteer?" asked Caesar with interest.

"I volunteered 'cuz I felt like I would be a great person to kill everyone else," said Sheen.

The audience went crazy.

"So, why do you believe that you will win?" asked Caesar.

"What?" asked Sheen.

"What makes you believe that you will win," said Caesar slowly.

"Look at me!" Sheen said, pointing up and down.

The audience went crazy, yet again proving that they were even less smart then Sheen.

"Yes, you are quite handsome. How do you feel about your training score?" asked Caesar.

"I like it, I mean, I couldn't have done anything better than what I did," said Sheen with honestly.

"I see," said Caesar, and then the buzzer went off.

"Well, let's give it up for Sheen!" said Caesar, lifting up Sheen's hand, and making the audience swoon.

Then once Sheen had reclaimed his seat, the voice came on again and said,

"Flower Levi, District One,"

and Flower got up and sat down.

"Wow! You look breath taking!" said Caesar, grasping his heart.

Flower giggled, and turned toward the audience, making them gasp with delight.

Flower was wearing a nice peach coloured dress, with a daisy running down the length of the dress, and then, at the bottom, leaves were sticking out.

"Thank you Caesar!" said Flower excitedly, and Flower then sat down.

"So, Flower, how are you liking the Capitol?" asked Caesar.

"I love it here!" said Flower, making the audience yell out.

"Everyone is so nice!"

Yeah, everyone is so nice, trying to kill you and all. Lovely!

"Yes, yes, but what do you like about it?" asked Caesar.

"Well, I love all these beautiful buildings, and beautiful people!" said Flower, and everyone clapped and called out.

"The food isn't that bad either!" said Caesar with a chuckle.

"So, Flower, do you have a special young man in your life?" asked Caesar, and then many audience members begged Flower to choose him.

"No, but I'm sure I will after I win!" said Flower with a giggle.

"Yes, I think so. Why do you want to win the Games?" asked Caesar.

"Oh gosh, well a lot of things really. I want to win so that I can give my family a big house, and be able to call myself a winner," said Flower.

"Well, I think you're a winner, either way," said Caesar.

Flower giggled again, and then the buzzer sounded.

"Flint Granite, District Two,"

Flint causally walked up to the stage, shook Chasers hand, and sat down, crossing his legs.

"Welcome Flint!" said Caesar.

"'Sup C." said Flint, making the audience laugh.

"C...I sort of like it," said Caesar.

"Whatever floats your boat 'C'," said Flint, grinning evilly.

"So, Flint, why did you volunteer?" asked Caesar.

"I volunteered so that District One wouldn't have a wimpy little punk for a tribute," said Flint with a wink at the camera.

"Well, that's very generous of you," said Caesar with a laugh.

"I thought so," said Flint.

"So, how is your at home life?" asked Caesar, crossing his legs.

"It's pretty good, I can't lie," said Flint, with a dark glint in his eye.

"I'll bet. Do you know that teen who tried volunteering after you?" asked Caesar.

Flint nodded.

"He wasn't my friend, I'll tell you that. He was too wimpy, I mean, to fall to the ground after a kicked leg? Come on! That is exactly why I volunteered, little punks like him would probably shit themselves the first cut they got," said Flint.

"So, what you're saying is that you are tough?" asked Caesar.

"With these muscles, I can't complain," said Flint, who was wearing a tank-top to show off his huge bicep's.

The buzzer rung, and the voice called out,

"Brooke Galmin, District two,"

and Brooke, dressed in a grey dress with her hair up in a braid, walked up and sat down.

"Hello Brooke, you look lovely!" said Caesar.

Brooke smiled.

"Thank you, Caesar, you're not so bad yourself," said Brooke.

"I've worked all my life to get this fabulous, but your only a teenager!" said Caesar enthusiastically.

"Oh, stop!" protested Brooke with a grin.

"Alright, so tell me, why did you volunteer?" asked Caesar.

"Actually, I was reaped," said Brooke with a grin, "But I was going to volunteer anyway."

"Well, you don't see that often. Got any boyfriend?" asked Caesar with a raised eyebrow.

"Actually, no," said Brooke, "I broke up with my other boyfriend so that I could come into the games a single woman."

"Interesting, and where did you break up with him? Surly you didn't know for sure you were going to be reaped!" said Caesar.

"No, but I knew I was volunteering. I broke up with Mike when he came in to say goodbye," Brooke admitted.

"You must have crushed his heart, being so pretty and all," said Caesar with a smile, making Brooke beam.

"He never really saw it coming," said Brooke with a sigh, "But it's for the best."

"So, how are you liking your fellow tributes? Mainly the careers?" asked Ceaser.

"Well, for starters, the District one guy is a bit on the dim side, but Flower is smart. Flint is very tough, and would be hard to beat, I don't agree with letting the district three guy in, but whatever, and both our district four tributes, well, you saw their scores, they are going to be useful, and our district six guy is pretty good. We also recruited Geo, and I'm not sure how I feel about that one," said Brooke.

She was not afraid to let all of the Capitol and the tributes know how she felt and who was a career.

"That's interesting-" started Caesar but the buzzer went off, "but we're out of time."

"Ben Timmons, District three."

Ben walks onto the stage, but he trips before he gets to Caesar, damaging his glasses in the process.

Caesar jumps over and helps him to his chair.

"Well, how did you like the trip getting here?" asked Caesar with a sly smile.

"It's was wonderful, I loved the train," replied Ben with a blush, making the audience laugh.

"So, Ben, do you have any hobbies?" asked Caesar.

"Yes, I collect stamps," said Ben, who then thought for a moment before saying, "and that's pretty much it."

"No sports?" asked Caesar.

"No time," replied Ben, "I have been training for the games in my back yard."

"Then why did you get such a normal score?" asked Caesar.

"Downplay," replied Ben.

"Do you agree with Brooke, that you are not a worthy career?" asked Caesar.

"Golly gee sir, I don't know," said Ben sarcastically, "I'm a great career!"

"Okay, how about your at home life?" asked Caesar.

"I have a pretty normal life, normal family, normal for my district house, and other than that, it's great!" said Ben with a chuckle.

Then the buzzer goes off and the voice calls.

"Stacy Gilleana, District three."

Stacy walked slowly onto the stage, and then sat down, ignoring Caesar's outstretched hand.

Stacy then proceeded to ignore Caesar and stare at the floor. Suddenly, she yelled out,

"I HATE THE CAPITOL!" and the buzzer rung out.

"Eric Farlen, District four," and I walked up onto the stage.

"Hello, Eric!" said Caesar, and I shook his hand, which was surprisingly smooth.

"Hey Caesar," I say, and then plunk down into my seat.

"How are you liking the capitol so far?" he asks.

"Well, I like the tridents," said Eric with a chuckle, remembering Finnick saying to start with a joke, and then become serious.

"So is that how you got an eight?" asked Caesar.

"Yes," I answer seriously.

"So how about you're at home life?" asked Caesar.

"I have a little brother named Michel, who I used to fight with, but now I'd do anything to see him again. I have two great parents, but I just found out before the reapings that they are getting a divorce," I say, trying to seem like I was tearing up.

"What about your girlfriend?" asked Caesar.

"Well, I came here with my best friend Page, and it was only when we were on the train that we discovered that we had feelings for each other. She is my girlfriend at the moment," I say, making the audience gasp, "and it breaks my heart that we can't be together."

The entire audience went completely silent.

"I'm really sorry to hear that," said Caesar, dabbing his eyes.

The camera flashed to Page, who was visibly tearing up.

I was being forced to think about the fact that our time together was almost over, and I was trying my hardest not to cry.

"Yeah, it's tough," I say in a gruff voice.

Page's POV:

As soon as Eric informs Caesar about our situation, I burst into tears, startling Stacy, who is sitting beside me.

Eric sounded so heartbroken, and I couldn't help but start crying, at the exact time the camera flashed to me.

Then, Eric couldn't continue talking for long after that, because he got choked up.

The only thing that kept me from grabbing Eric and running away was that all of Panam was watching.

Then, Eric's buzzer went off, and he came down and sat next to me.

He looked at me and used his thumb to wipe a single tear.

I smiled at him and he kissed my cheek, making the audience who were watching us, gasp.

"Page Whiterun, district four."

I walked up onto the stage, pushing the curls out of my face, and shook Caesar's.

"Ah, the lovely Page," said Caesar, "You are quite beautiful, I see the attraction."

I must have been blushing, because the audience started to laugh.

"So, Page, how do you feel after Eric was up here?" asked Caesar.

"To be honest, I feel terrible," I say, because I remember that Finnick wanted me to play the 'pity card.'

"I understand completely. I am very sorry that your luck has wavered," said Caesar, "But hey, congratulations on becoming a tribute!" said Caesar.

I frowned.

"I don't believe so. If you asked any of my family members, they don't believe that it's something to congratulate me on," I say boldly.

"Well, everyone is entitled to their own opinion," said Caesar, with a gentile pat on my knee.

"I guess so," I say.

"So, how long have you liked Eric?" asked Caesar.

I give a small smile.

"I've liked him since the moment I laid eyes on him," I admitted, looking into Eric's eyes.

Eric smiled and nodded, and my heart leapt.

"Wow, and when was that?" asked Caesar.

"When we were five. Eric's mom brought him over to my home for a visit, since our parents were friends, and we've been close ever since," I say.

"But you only got together now?" asked Caesar.

"Yes," I say, but I don't talk anymore, because I don't think I would physically be able to.

It is only ten seconds that I am silent, before my buzzer goes off.

I run off the stage, sit down, and try not to cry when Eric wraps his arms around me.

I hardly listen to the rest of the interviews. They know that they can't top our story, so why try?

Except that bunch from District 12, the twins.

I discover that Brandon volunteered for his twin sister's boyfriend, and I find myself wishing that I had a twin brother like that.

Once Caesar says 'farewell,' to the Capitol audience, the cameras turn off, and we are all escorted back stage, into the clutches of our mentors.

I walk up to Finnick and Mags, who are the only ones besides Claud that waited for us to come out.

"That was perfect!" says Claud, as he pats us both on the shoulder.

Finnick smiles.

"I think that may have done it. Your story was pretty heart clutching, so job well done," said Finnick.

Mags just hugged us both, calling us brave, and then we all walked to the elevator.

I just hope it was enough.

A/N: Please review for me. I've just had a pretty bad day, and it would make it a lot better :D

Also, my "Weasleys Read Harry Potter 7" story got removed, and I'm pretty torn up.

Sorry if this took too long to update, it was hard to write this.

BUT: Bloodbath NEXT!