Scampering silently, Liechtenstein dashed into the woods, her small and nimble figure enabling her to move swiftly and queitly. Just seconds before, she'd thrown one of her knives at Ukraine, who had been charging down the hill. Judgin by the firing of the canon, little Liechtenstein had just made a kill. Good for her. As she momentarily stopped to catch her breath, Liechtenstein suddenly got an idea. It was easy enough to be found on the ground...but what about in the air?
The oak trees in the forest were tall, thirty feet maybe. Liechtenstein was a good enough climber, her country was filled with trees, after all. Liechtenstein caught onto the lowermost branch of the nearest tree, and hoisted herself up. Becuase of her small stature, the branches did not break. While grabbing onto branches and pulling herself upward, Liechtenstein advanced up the tree. She also had a good view from up here, and could spot other tributes on the ground if they were there. Panting heavily, Liechtenstein reached the apex of the tree. She looked all around. The forest was dead and silent, but somthing stirred on the ground. More like two somethings, actually.
A pair of muscular arms reached upwards, and a loud, boistrus voice spoke, "Yo, Japan, did you find anythign dude?"
"No, nothing." A quieter voice answered patiently. Liechtenstein tilited her head, a blond curl falling in front of her left eye. Japan was quiet and reserved, while America was loud and quite annoying. Despite being different, the two had formed an alliance. Quickly, she pulled herself into the branches as to not be seen, and pulled out a knife. If America or Japan walked beneath her, she'd stick them.
The eyes didn't stop looking at England. In the haze of sleep, England saw them as christmas lights, like the ones hung up back home. They looked so beatiful relfected in the white snow. Too bad this arean was anything but beatiful. But that was what he dreamt of. Christamas. England saw everything, the large evergreens decorated with all sort of trinkets, the bright lights, and the snow falling down gently and easily like floating flower petals. Ripping apart his own memories of happines, an violent tremor shook the ground, and England shot up faster than a bullet fired from a gun, and felt a cold, hard and sharp steel blade right against the warm and soft flesh of his throat.
"We've been searching for hours and haven't found anything!" Belarus complained loudly. Russia and her were searching the woods for Liechtenstein, wanting to get the bitch back for what she did to Ukraine, who'd been collected by a hovercrart earlier. However, they hadn't found anything yet.
Russia paused. "I think I hear something..." he muttered. In the distance, it sounded like two pairs of feet were walking, along with two mouthes talking. Well, one of the mouts could be heard clearly.
"I think that's...America," Belarus muttered, gripping her hatchet. Russia fingered his spear and nodded. Only America could be that could. But who was with them? Was it Liechtenstein? Belarus turned toward her brother. "It sounds like they're coming this way, should we wait for them?" Russia nodded, and the two siblings ducked behind a tree, listening and readying their weapons. If Liechtenstein was with America, Russia would let Belarus handle him, and he would give Liechtenstein what she deserved. Russia was sure that his heart was poudning with enough anxiety to make himslef burst, but he somehow remained calm. Maybe all those years of mentally scarring history he'd had to endure had made him able to handle pressure like this.
Liechtenstein saw two new people beneath her. One was tall and male, the other female. Belarus and Russia. But were they the footsteps she'd just heard? That couldn't be, she had just heard America's loud voice. And Japan's. Grimly, Liechtenstein thought the gamemakers were getting real exited now. Five people in one place meant blood, which they seemed to lap up like frantic dogs. Perhaps they'd even made the earthquake to drive them all together. But Liechtenstein was at an advatage, up in a tree. She hadn't been spotted by Russia or Belarus, and America and Japan wouldn't know she was there.
After what seemed like hours of waiting, America and Japan came. Choas broke out beneath Liechtenstein. Russia jumped out and jabbed his spear at Japan, who quickly ducked and brought out a knife. At the same time, Belarus swung her hatchet at America, who sidestepped and kicked her in the stomach, causing her to fall back against Liechtenstein tree. The trunk shook, and before she knew it, Liechtenstein was falling. Falling into the hands of death itself. But she still had a fight to put up. As she landed roughly on the ground, Liechtenstein hurled her first knife.
America, who'd been punching Belarus, was hit in the back of the neck. "Dude, what happend?" He muttered, feeling the back of his neck. "It feels like I've been pricked..." He trailed off as he realized what happend. Blood flowed down his neck and back, forming a bright scarlet river. With a cry of glee, Belarus pushed America away and stepped toward Liechtenstein, her hatchet swinging, and a malicous smile etched on her face. A loud canon boomed as America crumpled to the ground like the last fallen flower of the summer. Even though she was supposed to do what she'd done, Liechtenstein couldn't help feeling sad. Bile burened in her throat, and her entire figure shook. Such a pwerful nation gone. The last thing the small nation noticed was a spear flyingtoward her.
"No...no...wake up!" Belgium pleaded. On the hard, cold ground her little sister, Luxembourg lay peacefully, and gave Belgium one last smile. After the earthquake happened, the moutain they'd been staying on collapsed. Belgium had made it out, but not her sister. Monaco, another tiny nation, had died as well. Belgium was the only one left out of the trio. Tears, hot and fast, slid down her face, and onto Luxembourg, The poor little girl didn't deserve this. Holding back more sobs, Belgium smoothed Luxembourg's brown hair around her face, and brushed the dirt, grime, and blood off her. Another canon boomed, this one for Luxembourg. Another canon had fired seconds before, but Belgium didn't know who it was for. Belgium tied her little sister's hair into a braid. Luxembourg always looked so beatiful with a braid. "I'll stay with you." Belgium promised. And she would.