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When the last message was made right before the naming of the tributes, it had become clear that this whole situation was corrupt. For the past three days the media and government had been referring to the battle as "The Last World War" since they didn't know what else to refer it as. When Matara made her message she solved that problem. Many gathered at their capitals while others watch on T.V, online or even radio. No one wanted to miss this dreadful moment that will change their lives forever.

Lovino searched for his brother Feliciano who was nowhere to be found. It was almost midnight and there it was rumored that the calling was going to start at midnight to get through each country.

"FELICIANO!" He yelled, searching for his younger brother. It was almost impossible to see anyone in the large crowd, let alone at night.

"Yes?" Feliciano asked, surprising Lovino who didn't see him behind him.

"Where the hell where you? I've been looking for you for hours!" Lovino asked, shaking his brother.

"Whaa. I'm fine, I was just having diner with a pretty girl I met a while back. Or would it be breakfast? Well anyway, I gave her my number months ago and she finally decided to call me back! She's so nice and pretty and we had a great time eating pasta a few blocks from here and-."

"I don't care anymore! The message is about to be made and you were going to miss it. Damn, I hope they hurry up soon, its freezing out here!" Lovino complained, hands stuffed in his pockets.

"Shh! I think it's starting!" Feliciano shushed, pointing to their president who stood at their capital building.

A tall grey skinned man stood by him who was obviously a Atakano. He had white and red horns that curved like a ram's and black fork like tattoos under his eyes and down his neck. His seemed to have a faint scars, making it look his head had to be sewn to his neck a long time ago. Feliciano thought the man had purple dreads but he looked closer and realized they were snakes. The Atakano shook the president's hand which Feliciano noticed was metal and then he introduced himself to the crowed.

"I am Kabasal or at least that's what my name translates to. I am here representing the Atakanos and here to give you further information on this situation. I am not your enemy for I am also here to represent you. I have been assigned to assist this country on the battle and to give aid. Every country will have a representative like me to aid them along the way. But enough of that introduction."

"Matara and the Council of Guraster have decided on calling this battle the Hunger Games, because is you don't kill each other, then hunger will. These are the rules and procedures that will happen. The rules are: each country will at random have one of their citizens selected to represent them. If a tribute is selected, anyone can feel free to volunteer to take their place. The tribute will not be allowed to bring any sort of weapons with them, those will be provided later on. The tribute is free to bring one object with them as a gift from their country. They will all be given two weeks to prepare for the battle and we will provide them lessons on survival and things of the sort. On the third day of the first week, there will be a parade held at the main ship. Each tribute will represent their country and be interviewed on why they think their country should survive. We will have sponsors who will give tributes medical supplies, weapons and food through out the games to whoever they favor the most."

"The parade will be your chance to win over the sponsors and give them reason to aid you. Don't spoil this opportunity for it can give you advantage over the others. On the third to last day of the second week, each tribute will be given a chance to show the sponsors their potential individually. The Council of Guraster, who are in charge of the Hunger Games, will be there and will rate each of you, 1- 13 on your greatness. The sponsors will be looking for high rating tributes to help. After that the tributes will be taken to a grand Arena to fight to the death. The Council of Guraster will have total control of the Arena and what happens. We will wait until the last tribute is standing to reward the winners and destroy the ones that lost. Every second of the Hunger Games will be shown to you all 24/7 to make sure you don't miss a single moment on who is losing and who is winning. You will be updated on everything through our news. None of your human websites or channels will work because each one will be displaying one thing, the Hunger Games."

"Now that we are done with the rules and procedures we can move along. We will announce each tribute by country in alphabetical order. Each country will be shown on the screen that is implanted to the bottom of out space ships. I recommend you look up when the calling starts. Since we are ten minutes ahead of schedule, you make speak amongst yourselves until it's time," Kabasal finished.

Not many used that time to talk among themselves but most did use it to call their relatives or to tell anyone that was late.

Everyone dreaded each millisecond that past but finally it was time.

Matara's Face appeared above them and the way things where set up, it made almost everyone feel as if they were a child again waiting for their teacher or parent to punish them for a crime they didn't do. Matara smiled at them with a condescending smirk.

"Hello one and all to our first Hunger Games battle. I know you all have been informed on the situation and how things will work. It will be very interesting to see how this is going to turn out. I don't enjoy wasting time and I have no introduction so now let us began the choosing!" She announced.

The screen switch to the first country and they called the first tribute. They continued like that for a while, each and everyone wanting to turn away as families were torn apart yet were unable to.

Yao Wang waited in the giant crowd and could feel everyone hold their breath when they announce, "China."

Their representative held out her hand and a glowing, spinning sphere of names appeared. Shen then reached in with her other hand and grabbed the first name she touched.

"Yao Wang," She called. He felt his heart drop and feet freeze in place. he was wearing a cast from the explosion the other day and he could hear the crowd mumur about their chances. He walked up to the front in a daze and took his place by the woman.

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"England," Matara called before switching the screen to England.

"Arthur, I can't see," Peter whispered to Arthur as he tugged at his pant leg. Arthur swatted his hand away in annoyance and he thought he heard the representative say something.

"Shh, they're picking the tribute," He hushed Peter. Peter frowned and crossed his arms. He turned his attention back to everyone and paled. Arthur worried on what had suddenly unsettled his little brother.

He looked back and saw that they were waiting. Their representative called again.

"Arthur Kirkland," He called. Arthur felt woozy at the call of his name. The possibilities are small, don't worry Arthur they won't pick you. Yeah right, Alfred! He thought as he began walking to the stage.

"No! Don't take him! Arthur! Arthur!" Peter yelled, trying to chase after him. People in the crowd tried holding him back but he slipped from their grasps.

"Peter, stay back!" Arthur ordered him. He didn't know what they would do to Peter if he continued to make a scene. Peter stopped with tears forming in his eyes but holding them back, trying to stay strong.

"Promise you'll come back," said Peter to him. Arthur nodded and told him, "I promise." He then walked to the stage, all cameras on him.

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Ludwig waited with his brother. They watched as one by one the tributes were called and walked up to stand by their representatives.

"Germany," Matara called, her voice causing everyone to tense up.

"Ludwig Beilschmidt," the representative called. Lugwig tensed and took a breath.

"Don't lose, I'm counting on you," Gilbert whispered to him. Ludwig nodded and walked up to his representative, walking through the crowd while standing tall. He wasn't going to let them think even for a minute that he was scared of them. Fear won't help him win.

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"Italy," They called, receiving whimpers from the crowd.

"Don't let them pick me, don't let them pick me, don't let them pick me," Feliciano begged under his breath. He was trembling in fear, his instincts telling him something isn't going to go right. He and Lovino held their breath as Kabasal reached in for a name.

"Lovino Vargas," He called and scanned the crowd for the tribute to come forward.

A piece of Feliciano died a bit when he heard that name get called. He felt his brother leave his place beside him and start to walk forward, heading his way to Kabasal.

"No, Lovino, don't go!" Feliciano cried, chasing after his brother. People began holding him back, telling him it was too late.

It's not to late, It's not too late! Feliciano cried in his mind and he then felt a surge of courage when he remembered a certain rule that Kabasal mentioned.

"I volunteer!" He yelled at the top of his voice. Everyone hushed and those that held him back let go. Kabasal's face was shocked with surprised.

"What was that?" He asked, not thinking he heard him right. Lovino looked back and could see his brother pushing through the crowd. That idiot, Lovino thought but felt a tint of joy to see how much his brother cared for him. But that quickly faded when he realized how weak his brother is. He'll get us all killed! Lovino thought.

"I volunteer as tribute!" Feliciano repeated, feeling a bit of pressure as all eyes were on him, giving him looks of pity. He saw his brother, who gave him a look that seemed to ask, are you sure?

Feliciano walked up to the Kabasal, giving his brother a hug as he passed him.

"Don't let your sacrifice go to waste," Lovino whispered in Feliciano's ear as they hugged. Feliciano nodded and walked on, all eyes on him.

"And your name is?" Kabasal asked.

"Feliciano Vargas."

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"Japan," they called and waited as they picked their tribute.

"Honda Kiku," They called. He walked up without a struggle, knowing his time was coming anyways, he might as well die fighting to save his country.

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"Russia," Was called after a few. Before their representative even had a chance to called the name they picked, someone volunteered. His name was Ivan Braginski. He walked up calmly to his representative like a man walking up to a soda machine. He gave his representative chills and felt uneasy as he took his place beside her.

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"The United States of America," They called.

Alfred was still comforting is mother who cried when she heard Arthur's name get called. She and Arthur got along well and grew closer when Arthur visited when he was in the area for a business trip. Alfred couldn't believe it either when they called Arthur's name. He didn't want to watch his friend fight to death.

"Alfred F. Jones," They called. Alfred turned away from his mother who broke into more desperate sobs. She hugged him, not wanting to ever let her son go.

"Make me proud, Alfred. I love you," She told him. "I love you too, mom," He told her, holding back tears. He then walked up to his representative, standing proud to be tribute. He's not going to let his country down. Never.

After all the tributes where called and everything was finished by 7 in the morning for Feliciano. His feet hurt from standing the entire time and so did his neck from looking up for so long.

"Now that we're done, your representatives will prepare you to be on your way to our main ship. Your assigned representative will be in charge of you and will be your guide for the next few weeks. Gook luck, and may the odds be ever in your favor. Happy Hunger Games."

That's it for Chapter 3. Next update will be up no later than Thursday.