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A pool of red blood gathered around Taiwan as she shook violently. She made several horrible gurgling noises, then went limp, the blood still flowing from her open throat, and her eyes blank and unseeing. A loud canon boomed overhead. China whirled around, his senses coming back to him. He let out a cry of despair, and raised his frying pan. Several birds tweeted loudly, and flew off, and a strong wind rustled the trees. Germany turned to face China, his sword in hand, and leaped forward. The frying pan and sword collided as both tributes slammed their weapons against each other. Germany was larger and stronger than China, but China was slightly faster, ducking under Germany's blows and countering with his own.
Meanwhile, Japan raised his knife, just as yet another figure dashed into the forest. It was Prussia. His nose as still smashed up, but otherwise he looked all right. The second German glowered at Japan, whose stomach began rolling. Prussia had a sword, while all he had was a small knife. Japan himself would have loved to have a sword, as that was his best weapon. Prussia lunged forward, barely missing Japan but grazing his side. The Asian man could feel a hot and sticky substance flowing down his right side. Blood. It stained his shirt a deep crimson. Japan narrowed his gaze, and jabbed his knife forward. Prussia smirked and jumped backwards, then struck again. Japan ducked, and slashed with his knife again, this time hitting something...but it wasn't Prussia.
China yelped in pain as a hard metal blade dug into his left thigh. He had just side stepped a blow from Germany, and was getting ready to strike with his pan again when something hit him. Was it Prussia? He Glanced behind his shoulder and saw Japan pulling his knife back. "Why..aru?" China moaned, barely limping awan from another one of Germany's blows. Japan had an apologetic look on his face, but had to turn his back to avoid a blow from another person. Prussia.
China's breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and he could barely stand on his left leg. Germany was advancing forward, slashing and hacking his sword in the air, a look of malice on his face. It wasn't misplaced. China had given Germany a fair few wackings with his wok beffore, and Germany did not take to it too kindly. Another burst of pain ripped through China, this time on his chest. The wind was knocked out of him, and he collapsed against a tree, his frying pan falling rom his limp, sweaty fingers. Germany removed his boot from China's chest, having just kicked the after mentioned Asian. China flinched and closed his eyes just as Germany brought down his sword for the coup de grâce, the cold, hard metal severing China's head from his body. For a horrifyingly still moment, China's eyes, on his removed head, blinked, then went completely still. His long black ponytail lifted in the breeze, and another canon fired. China, Yao Wang, was dead...and never coming back.
Still gripping his knife tightly, Japan let out a gasp of horror. Both his allies, China and Taiwan were dead. Germany and Prussia rounded on him, like wolves ready to take down their pray. The two Germans had their swords raised, and Japan's little knife was no match for their weapons. He cautiously stepped backward, his heart pouding and his hands shaking.
"Vhat are you vaiting for? Get him!" Germany roared. At once, he and Prussia advanced to Japan. Within seconds, their swords would surely cut him to pieces. He would be dead, along with China, and Taiwan, and so many others. But a Japanese warrior never went down without a fight. To do so was dishonorable. Two swings of a sword nearly cut into Japan, but he turned around and deflected them with his pack. Quickly turning on his heel, the Asian man threw his knife with all his might. It would have a better chance of killing thrown than fighting two weapons much, much larger and more powerful than it. A yelp of pain indicated the knife had found a target. Still backng away, Japan noticed Prussia's neck had a red streak across it. He paused to press his sleeve to it, and Germany rooted around for a bandage.
Japan ran for it like he had never ran before. He was barely aware of his heavy panting, or that his whole entire body was trembling. All he knew was that he was fleeing for his life, deeper and deeper into the forest. The trees became thicker, blocking out sunlight, making the area darker. Japan looked behind him. To his relief, he couldn't hear signs of pursuers. He leaned against a tree, and looked through his pack. (Really what Japan's doing isn't different that what a certain other tribue did on their first day.) In it, he found a water skin that was, luckily, filled with water, a slingshot, and a pack of cracker. Japan drank a bit of water, careful to conserve it, and ate a cracker. He picked up a couple of stones from the ground and placed one in his slingshot, and the rest in his pocket. At least he had some sort of weapon to replace his knife.
The sky, or what little could be seen through the thick canopy of trees, was darkening, indicating night was approaching. Japan should probably have been getting some rest, but he wanted to head deeper into the forest first. The trees here were still a bit too sparse for Japan's taste. Although slower this time, Japan set off again, walking deeper into the forest. He heard an owl hoot, and some animals running across the ground, making him jump, only to realize nothing was there.
Thwak.An arrow hit the trunk of a tree, only feet from where Japan was standing. It had a steel tip, a brown shaft and a red, blue, and white feather attactched to its base. Red, white, and blue...those were America's colors. Quickly, Japan launched a stone in the direction of the arrow. In response, another arrow came whizzing toward the Asian. Again, Japan let loose another stone. "Ahh..." A voice complained, coming closer. Japan gulped and set his last stone in his slingshot. A tall figure emereged from the shadows. Thinking of Germany, Japan launched his stone. It hit the person in the stomach, causing them to groan in pain. But it didn't sound like Germany. Japan should've known from the colors...it was America.
"Come on, bro," America sighed, gripping his bow tightly. "I wouldn't have shot if I knew it was you. I thought it could've been Britian or Germany."
"What...what do you mean?" Japan asked, his sling shot still raised, even though he had no stones.
"Dude, we're cool, right?" America replied, grinning at Japan. Normally, Japan would've been afraid America's loud, obnoxious voice would give them away, but they were in a quite secluded area. "Even before we came into the shithole, we were bros."
"I...suppose," Japan mused.
"Well, we should be allies! We could make it together!" America exclaimed. Japan thought this through. America was a decent fighter, and he had a good weapon, at least. In the Hunger Games, two tributes would live longer than one. Besides, desperate times called for desperate measures, after all.
"Okay...then I guess we can be...allies."
So Japan and America are pairing up...this should be interesting. The reivew button is getting lonely, so please leave a review ) Thanks for reading !