Hetalians in the Hunger Games Chapter 6: Private Assesment, a Hunger Games + Hetalia - Axis Powers Crossover fanfic

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For the next nine days, England trained as hard as he ever had in his life. He became a master at

fighting with spears, both close distance and throwing, was able to learn lots of new techniques for fighting with knives, and even made a little bit of progress with swords. He still remained hopeless at archery. In addition to learning how to fight, England also visted the berry and fire making stations. He tried to remember which berries were poisoness and which ones safe, and learned how to make a fire with only some twigs and leaves, even if the instructor got creeped out when he chanted 'magic' phrases in front of fires.

During the time, England also learned some things about the other tribute's fighting strengths. Like he had observed earlier, Japan was a master at using swords, and Leichtenstein probably knew twenty different ways to kill with a knife. However, the Brit also noticed that Hungary was good at archery and axes, the latter of which England hadn't even tried to usefor fear of cutting himself up. Germany and his older brother Prussia exelled at pretty much all the weapons, but got agitated when it came to building fires or identifying berries. America did well at the axe and sword stations, but, like Germany and Prussia, couldn't tell a dangerous berry from an edible one to save his life.

But one other tribute that England really kept an eye on was his little brother Sealand. The small boy was decent at archery and using knives, and could pick out most poisenous berries. Additionally, Sealand was alos fast. England saw him racing around the track, outrunning tributes like France and Russia with ease. France. England's number one rival. He had seen the Frenchman do very well at fighting with swords and bows and arrows. If there was one tribute England wouldn't have a problem with killing, it would be France. Or America...at times.

Before he knew it, England was standing outside a the entrance with a room that was currently closed, a red sign stating 'in prgress' next on its large, metal door. He could not see or hear anything that was going on.

For the next nine days, England trained as hard as he ever had in his life. He became a master at fighting with spears, both close distance and throwing, was able to learn lots of new techniques for fighting with knives, and even made a little bit of progress with swords. He still remained hopeless at archery. In addition to learning how to fight, England also visted the berry and fire making stations. He tried to remember which berries were poisoness and which ones safe, and learned how to make a fire with only some twigs and leaves, even if the instructor got creeped out when he chanted 'magic' phrases in front of fires.

After a few mintues, the metal door peeked open, and Hungary, having finished her private assesment, walked out. A throat cleared inside the room, "England Kirkland."

Nerves rattling, England stumbled through the door, and looked around the room. Racks of weapons lined one wall, swords spears, kinves, axes, and bows. Dummies were stored in a bin next to the racks. On the other side of the room, a panel of three gamemakers , two men and a women, of which England only recognized Seneca Crane, the head gamemaker, were sitting in a booth, looking at England intently. The Brit took another look at the supplies. Spears, kinves, and dummies. That was all he needed.

Grabbing a blank faced dummy from the bin, England took out a long, sharp knife from the rack, and carved something into its chest with his back turned to the panel so the gamemaker's wouldn't see. Then, England grabbed a metal tipped spear, and tossed the dummy into the air. As he did so, he thrust the spear forth with all his strength, closing his eyes. The spear and the dummy met in the air, the former brining the latter pinned against the wall above the gamemakers. Quickly, England wheeled around and grabbed two knives from the rack. Using both arms, he threw them at the dummy stuck on the whole by the spear. Both knoves lodged themselves right on the dummy's blank face.

All three gamemakers craned their necks around to look at the dummy on the wall above them. Their eyes widened as the saw the name carved onto the dummy's chest. Panem.

"Okay, that is enough, you may go," Seneca told England, a blank expression on his face, as the other gamemakers jotted down some notes on a sheet. Not having to be told twice, England wheeled around, and rushed out of the room. England was the last tribute to be assesed, so he wouldn't have to wait long for the training scores to be revaeled. The Brit walked through the training room and into the hotel lobby, collapsing onto a bench, looking at a large television screen that was flashing white, waiting for the scores to be broadcasted. The other twenty three tributes and Effie were in the lobby as well, staring at the multiple screens around the area.

With a beep, the screen turned blue, and the scores appeared in white letters. Hands shaking and chest heaving, England looked up.

America- 10

Belgium-7

France-7

Ukraine-5

Russia-8

Belarus-8

Poland-7

Wy-5

Finland-7

Seychelles-6

Germany-11

Leichtenstein-9

Japan-10

Taiwan-7

China-9

Sabarga-4

Prussia-11

Monaco-3

Sealand-8

Luxembourg-6

North Italy-5

Hungary-10

The list of names paused momentarily, England was jiggling his legs nervously, the last name and score were his...

England-12