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Alfred F. Jones watched as his mother on tried to hold off a riot on the news. They lived in a small house in Washington D.C, America, with a large lawn and an American flag hanging outside their house. It had rained and Alfred had to bring the flag it so it wouldn't get wet while his mom was at work. She hated it when he forgets to bring the flag in and so did he. He had come home from college when to see if she was alright when all the riots began. She was fine and sitting with him, one arm around him in a comforting way. She still hadn't changed out of her police uniform and she had a musty smell to her from working all day, trying to stop the mobs from attacking the White House.

"This just in, a response from the U.N has just been made. They have been working all day trying to make contact to the Atakanos and work a better deal. It's been a day since the message from the invaders was made and the day when one of us is chosen to fight to the death, is drawing near. The U.N has released a statement that they have come in contact with the Atakanos and they say..." The news woman paused from shock, "They have said that there is nothing they can do. The Atakanos have made up their mind and if we refuse to go along with this deal, they will just wipe us all out. Oh my god," The lady finished, her voice cracked.

Alfred looked over to his mom who had tears running down her cheeks though her face stayed strong. Her hug on Alfred grew tighter and he hugged her back.

"It's okay mom. We're going to win, I know we will! We're the best country out there, there is no way we can lose," Alfred told her, trying to cheer her up. She looked him in her eyes and it's times like this when Alfred realizes how much they've both grown. She stroked his cheek and asked in a hushed voice.

"But Al, what if they pick one of us?" Alfred's worried grin fell as he realized the possibility.

"Then I'll take your place if you're picked. If they pick me then I'll do my best to save our country. Trust me mom, we will survive, I just know it," He told her and she smiled at her energetic determined son.

"It's getting late, aren't you supposed to be calling up your pen pal? It might be good to see how England is handling this situation. I wonder if they're having riot problems too," said she as she got up to serve herself some fancy tea that Alfred's pen pal sent them for New Years.

"Oh, you're right. I'll go see how Arthur's doing," Alfred said, running up stairs to his room. He quickly turned on his computer and saw someone was waiting to video chat with him.

"Hey dude, how long you've been waiting?" Alfred asked his pen pal Arthur Kirkland who took a second to scold him for not being on time.

"Yeah yeah, chill out man. Anyways, hows it going?" Alfred asked. He and Arthur were pen pals for a project in college but kept in touch after words.

"Just fine, it's not like there are riots on the streets or aliens threating to kill us all. I'm doing just dandy here in my room" He responded sarcastically.

"So I'm guessing England's not handling the situation any better than us," Alfred laughed trying to lighten the mood.

"No, no is. We're all going to die and there is nothing we can do about it," Arthur told him.

"Hey Arthur! Is that Alfred? Tell him his country is going to lose and we're totally going to win!"

"Peter, don't say things like that! And get the hell out of my room!" Arthur yelled at his younger brother who ran into his room and was looking over his shoulder to see Alfred.

"Oh yeah little man? Well guess what, America is where it's at and we're going to pulverize your tiny country!" Alfred told Peter who stuck out his toungue and ran out of Arthur's room.

"Damn it Alfred, don't say that!" Arthur scolded him through the camera.

"Why not-," Alfred began to asked when he realised what he said. "Sorry dude, didn't mean it that way."

"It's alright. By the look of things at least one of us is going to die. I'm still trying to figure out if it'll be worse to get chosen and forced to fight to the death or stay and watch what happens," said Arthur.

"The first is definitely worse. But we don't have to worry about that. They possibilities are pretty slim that anyone we know is going to get pick, let alone us," said Alfred. "But both of our countries have a huge possiblility of making it through."

"Are you kidding me, with your countries obesity rate it'll be a miracle if they select some one fit," said Arthur.

"Look who's talking! You're country's filled with tea drinking pansies!" Alfred argued.

"This is stupid, look I have to go. Talk to you later," said Arthur as he turned off his connection.

"See ya," Alfred as he left. He went over to his bed and lay there listening as the rain started up again. He could hear his mother's crying in the distance.

Francis Bonnefoy jumped back and held his cheek on where his girlfriend, Susy, slapped him. They were having a dinner at the Eiffel Tower. Susy had told him that they should live life fully before the planet was destroyed and insisted they go travelling. Though Francis had lived in France his entire life and seeing the Eiffel Tower was the equivalent of visiting the local elementary school, he went along with his English girlfriend's plans. Others must've been thinking the same however, and the entire city was crowded with people 'trying to live the fullest'.

"You pervert! I wanted to spend our last hours together and you go ahead and say something so insensitive? Aurgh! You're unbelievable! I'm out of here! Goodbye Francis, because this is the last time you'll ever see me!" She yelled at him as she stomped out of there, wiping her eyeshadow streaked eyes.

"Susy, wait!" Francis called after her as he followed her through the crowd but slowed to a stop when he realized their was no use. All he said was that there was no way France was going to lose, what's her problem?

He looked at his watch and decided he should be heading home. Maybe he could call up a hooker or something, live life to fullest you know? As he gave the idea some thought he noticed a lady crying outside his apartment complex, sitting on the apartment's entrance steps.

"Bonsoir madame, comment allez-vous?" He asked her, wiping a tear off her cheek. She looked confused.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't speak French," said she, a hint of an American accent rolling off her toungue.

"That's fine. I took three years of English in college. But why is such a lovely woman like yourself all alone crying on the streets?" He asked her, helping her up.

"Haven't you heard the news? The U.N wasn't able to do anything about this... this whole mess. My family is in America and I'm over here and we don't know which country is going to win and I...I'm just so confused," She rambled as her voice cracked.

"They weren't able to do anything? I thought they were sorting things out," Francis asked her.

"Yeah. It's horrible isn't it? We're all going to die and I'm never going to get married and have kids and I'm still a virgin and this just sucks,"She rambled again, the last part catching Francis' attention.

"Oh, you're still a virgin? Well a pretty little thing like you shouldn't have any problem solving that," Francis flirted, winning a smile from the girl.

"You're right, plus you know what they say,'you only live once'. You wouldn't mind me solving this problem would you?" She flirted back, her voice low and sexy.

Francis smiled and held her hand as he led her inside.

"Of course not."

Yao Wang ran into his apartment, trying to escape the large mob that was destroying everything in sight. He pushed past all the others who wanted to join the riot as he headed upstairs, knowing it would be pointless to try the elevator. He felt his hand slip from the railing and frantically tried to grab it again as he felt himself get pushed down the stairs. He managed to grab it and rushed upstairs and into his apartment to escape the madness.

He could hear the yelling and shouts clearly, as if the walls around him weren't even there. He ran over to his phone and tried to call his cousin to see if he was alright. He didn't pick up.

Yao threw the phone to the wall in aggravation. He heard a large crash followed by a sickening loud explosion. Someone must be throwing bombs, he thought as the blood drained from his face. A louder crash was heard and he looked over to his shattered window. On the floor in his living room was a bomb. He ran but didn't escape the explosion. He woke a day later a the hospital in time for the selection of the tributes.

Ivan Braginsk sat in his living room watching the T.V. He watch as they showed all the chaos going on in the world, all the insanity. He poured himself a glass of beer and watched, his eyes absorbing every second of wreckage.

There goes chapter 2, hoped you enjoyed. A new chapter should be posted on Tuesday.