For the first time, England saw who was cutting his throat. When he saw that face, his heart stopped dead in its tracks, and his blood turned to ice. "S-Sealand?" he stammered. Above him, the familiar little wanker that was his younger brother loomed, clutching a knife. "Y-You're alive?"
Sealand snorted. "Yeah, no thanks to you, you big jerk."
"Hey I tried-"
"Whatever, you ran into the woods, too much of a wimp to face the others, and left me for dead."
England growled, frustrated that his little brother didn't understand how much he'd worried about him, or how hard he'd tried to sace him. With a burst of strength, England sat up and pushed Sealand off of him. The little boy spluttered and landed on the damp sand. Quickly pulling out his own knife, England scanned the area. No one but him and Sealand. "Well I'm here now, so you can stop trying, unsuccesfully, to kill me." England said, giving his younger brother an exsassperated look.
"I still almost had you, meanie..." Sealand glowered, holding his knife. As he spoke, England heard the loud rumbling of a stomach.
"Are you hungry?" The Brit asked. Sealand did look quite thin, thinner than he had at the reaping, at least. England pulled out a piece of bread, and handed it to the younger tribute. Sealand looked at England reproachfully, then quickly snarfed down the bread. It seemed he handn't been able to get much food either. Behind them, small waves crashed onto the beach, their white fingers pleasantly lapping at the shoreline. The sun shone on their backs. It could've been a pleasant outing at the beach...but it was far from that.
It was a literal fight to the death.
The spear made a whizzing noise as it cut through the air. It was cutting through tension itself. Letting out a whimper, Liechtenstein dove behind a tree. The spear, a fine one with a wooden shaft and a bright bronze shaft, scraped the side of the tree, bark and debris falling to the ground. At the same time, Liechtenstein's knife flew across the air toward Russia, hurtling and twirling like a graceful ballerina. The large man wasn't as lucky as his smaller enemy. The steel blade cut into his shoulder, tearing through his skin. Blood, hot and scarlet, flowed down his his side like a horrifyling beautiful waterfall.
Still, Liechtenstein knew that Russia wasn't dead. The knife had only wounded him, someone his size could survive a wound like that. Belarus shrieked, and ran over to her older brother, shrieking madly. The two examined the wound, but Liechtenstein didn't stick around. She ran, skirting beneath trees and sprinting deeper into the dark forest. She finally realized that she was not alone. A short, black haired man was behind her. Japan. She screamed, knowing he could kill her right then and there.
"My aporogies for startling you." He said in his quiet, calm voice. Liechtenstein frowned. Why would he say that when he could just kill her and take out another competitor? Gathering her bearings, Liechtenstein grabbed another knife, holding it tightly. He could be ready to avenge his friend America's death. Liechtenstein had killed him, after all.
"A-Aren't you going to kill me?" Liechtenstein squeaked at last.
Japan gave the younger girl a long, hard look. "I could, but I do not berieve that is the best course of action now." He said softly, with a bow of his head.
Liechtenstein raised an eyebrow. "So...you're saying..."
"We can be allies, yes."
In the Hunger Games, allainces never last long.
"Prussia must DIE!" Hungary screamed under her breath, her voice rising on the last word. "He still hasn't given back Austria's happy place!" The ninja women crouched low beneath a bush. looking at the Cornucopia. Germany and Prussia sat, polishing their weapons and preparing to hunt. For tributes or food. At the initial bloodbath, Hungary had grabbed a skillet and an axe, and killed Seychelles, who'd almost gotten the skillet first. Brushing her long, light brown hair behind her, Hungary galred at the two Germans again. She detested both of them, Germany for corrupting Italy, and leaving him unprotected, therefore causing his death, and Prusssia for stealng Austria's happy place and not giving it back.
At that moment, as the sun sank beneath the horizon, Panem's seal and national anthem flashed across the sky along with the faces of the fallen tributes. Ukraine, America, Luxembourg, and Monaco. Four deaths today. And two yesterday. Add that to the eight deaths over the course of the first two days, and that left ten nations still alive. The betting in the Capitol was warming up, no doubt. Only two more down until the top eight. Hungary really wished those two would be Germany and Prussia. Luckily for her, there was someone else in the arena who wished the same thing.
"Big Brother, are you all right?" Belarus asked, looking at Russia's wounds.
"It's okay, it will heal soon." Russia responded, putting a leaf over the wound in an attempt to stop the blood flow. "That little twat got away though, I didn't even hit her!"
Belarus narrowed her eyes. "I know, I know. But we will find her. And kill her!"
Hope you enjoyed, and please review! Here's another recap of the standings:
24th-19th place: Seychelles, Wy, Sabarga, Finland, Poland. (Intitial Cornucopia bloodbath, the work of Germany, Prussia, and Hungary.)
18th place: Italy (Killed by England.)
17th place: France (Killed by Prussia.)
16th place: Taiwan (Killed by Germany.)
15th place: China (Killed by Germany.)
14th place: Ukraine (Killed by Liechtenstein.)
13th place: America (Killed by Liechtenstein.)
12th-11th place: Monaco and Luxembourg (Killed by Earthquake.)