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Hungary was in a dilema. She could either charge out and attack Germany and Prussia, thereby risking herself, or sit here and lets her biggest and most challenging prey wander by. Hungary needed a good kill. The only one she'd gotten so far was Seychelles at the opening day bloodbath, but chopping her neck with an ax. But on the other hand, how much of a chance did she stand against two well armed and quite strong tributes? No, she had to find a better time, where she could pick them off one by one and maybe even torture them a bit before diving in for the kill.
Begrudginly, she slipped away from the two Germans, concealing her movements. Maybe she could find some other prey. There wasn't anyone near the Cornucopia, as Germany and Prussia chased them all away. She didn't really want to go into the mountains, to be honest Russia gave her the creeps. It'd take too long to find somebody in the forest, but there was still the beach area. She hadn't checked that out yet. Emerging onto the Cornucopia plain, Hungary began heading down the gentle slope to the beach. As she got closer, the breeze picked up, blowing the scent of salt into her face. One hand gripped her precious skillet, the other her ax. She had a backpack with water and some bread as well. This would be a piece of cake.
Hungary knew she was in for something as soon as she hit the beach, feeling the silky sand beneath her bare toes. Not twenty yards away from her stood England and Sealand, the former eating a few slices of break while the latter polished what looked like a fine spear, with a sharp iron shaft. Jackpot. She thought. Sealand would be no fun, he was only a small child. However, ENgladn would probably put up a nice and entertaining fight. He had, after all, scored a twelve in training. A perfect score. A score he didn't deserve. Hungary quickly ducked behind a sand dune, formulating her strategy of attack. If she played this right, she could take out some of the Game's biggest competition right now. The two Brits hadn't seen her coming toward them before ducking behind a dune, so she was fairly sure she could sneak up behind them. First, she'd kill Sealand by splitting open his skull with an ax, England would most likely turn around and attack her. But he had only his spear, while Hungary had both her ax and skillet.
Making sure to make no noise, Hungary tip toed out from the side of the dune. How dumb these two tributes were. England probably got a 12 in training by bribing the Gamemakers. England did notice her.
"Sealand, get your knife!" He shouted, gripping his spear tightly. Hungary whipped around. Sealand had retrieved a knife from his belt, and England pointed his sharp spear at her. Hungary held up her skillet and ax in response. "Well, are you going to try and kill us or not?" The Brit asked, raising a blond and very bushy eyebrow, his green eyes shining like emeralds. Hungary charged at them for all she was worth.
"Ugh," Belarus complained, clutching at the stitch in her side. Russia and her had been running around the forest for hours, trying to track down Liechtenstein, and they hand't found a thing! "Brother...let us rest. We haven't found anything."
Russia turned to her, his eyes blazing like huge, smoldering fires. "No! I want to make that little brat pay for what she's done!" He growled bitterly. "She killed our older sister Ukraine, and now she will pay! And she took the pleasure of killing that arrogant bastard America away from me!'' Russia's voice, while still retaining his accent, was deadly and soft. Liechtenstein had better be scared out of her little wits.
"He should be arond here somewhere..." Germany muttered to himself. I swear I heard England prowling around here the other night, I just know it!" He was getting increasingly angry, his voice rising and his hands shaking.
Prussia shrugged. " I don't see anything...but..." He trailed off, looking at a spot in the forest floor with a large amount of leaves piled up on it, as if to conceal someone...or something. "Hold on, look at that." Prussia continued, pointing the spot out to Germany. "I don't think a bunch of leaves just blew there."
Germany scruntinized the pile. "Yes...it does like rather out of place now that I look at it more closely..." The two brother began moving away the leaves with their swords, keeping them right by the hole if England tried to jump out and attack them. It was possible. He'd earned a twelve in training, after all. Above them, the sky was darkening, and birds flitted into their nests as the sun sank beneath the horizon. Soon, they'd see the daily death count. But there probably wouldn't be any today; no canons were heard. The blanket of red and orange leaves cleared to find a green blanket on top.
"AH HAH!" Prussia roared. "There was somebody here!" He quickly ripped off the green blanket to reveal a hole underneath, large enough for two people to fit comfortably in. Germany and Prussia both raised their swords, ready to cut slimy England to pieces...only it wasn't England in the hole. It was Leichtenstein and Japan.
Russia and Belarus sat on a boulder near the crumbled mountain that had been their previous hide out. They were roasting meat from a rabbit they'd killed earlier today, Russia getting a satisfying feeling out of the kill by imagining the fluffy little fave as Leichtenstein. Both Russians looked up when they heard the anthem boom across the arena, followed by the daily death count. No deaths for today. Yet. Russia hoped he'd get one soon. Things had been getting somewhat dull lately, so it was likely the Gamemakers would pull of something that would lead Russia to a kill anyhow. The large man rook the meat off the fire, and teared off a chunk, stuffing it into his mouth along wide a handful of berries. He hadn't had much to eat, and was quite famished, so it didn't take long to eat up that poor rabbbit between him and Belarus. Russia had his spear at his side, and Belarus had her collection of half a dozen knives in her belt. The other six of the full dozen set were in Leichtenstein's possesion. Brat.
Hungary struck fast and hard, like a viper. She swung her ax in a wide arch, right in Sealand's direction, but the brat was faster than Hungary expected. He sidestepped and jabbed his knife at Hungary, though missing by a few inches.
"Stay away from my brother, you wanker!" England shouted angrily, coming forth with his spear. This wasn't going to be as easy as Hungary expected, but no matter. She'd take these two brits out, no problem at all. She had to quickly deflect the spear with her skillet, then use to cooking tool to wack Sealand. He sidestepped again, but Hungary still managed to hit his on the side of his head. He gace a small wince of pain and clutched the afflicted area, while England poked his spear at her again. Hungary jumped backwards, and swung her ax in a nother wide arch. England blocked the blow by wacking it aside with his spear shaft. By this time, Sealand had come around, and was running behind Hungary, his blade outstretched, ready to stab her in the back...
If there was one thing Hungary hated, it was back stabbers, literal or metaphorical. Deacting Sealand's move, Hungary brought back the skillet to shield her back, and the loud clang of metal and metal rung out as the knife wacked against it. She pushed her skillet arm back, making Sealand stubmble and fall to the sandy ground. England, the bigger threat, was coming at her from the front, his spear in hand. The two countered each other's blows with their spear and ax, at an even stalemate. Hungary gritted her teeth. She knew she could do this. She was physically stronger and faster than England and Sealand. Using her speed, the Hungarian side stepped and dashed more to the right, so that Sealand was no longer positioned at a threatening angle behind her.
Both England and Sealand were putting up a thougher fight than Hungary expected. She'd underestimated their strenth and agility, but could this be used to her favor? What if...she proposed an alliance. If she tried to do that now, however, England would most likely just kill her while she spoke. No, Hungary had to get them in a position where those two had to listen to her, no matter what. It'd be a shame if they didn't. They would be great allies to enlist against the threating pack of Germany and Prussia. England charged at her, his feet kicking up sand. Sealand raised his blade once more and ran at her too. Both of the Brits were coming at Hungary from the same direction. This was her chance.
Hungary outstreched each arm left and right, as if measuring wingspan. As England and Sealand approached, she quickly brought her arms, each clutching a weapon. inward slightly, and pinned them each to a chest, England's well toned one, and Sealand's scrawny one. Then, using a tremondous burt of energy and strength, Hungary pushed each of them down to the ground, where the fell softly, the sand cushioning them. All three combatants were breathing hard. Hungary pinned her right knee on Sealand's chest, and her left knee on England's, where more resistance was coming from. Sealand, a small boy of maybe twelve, lost it. He started hacking and sobbing, begging for his life. Pathetic. Hungary was almost starting to reconsider her alliance proposal, but then she'd also lose England...who was staring her in the face, his green eyes filled with anger and loathing.
"So listen," Hungary began, starting to relish Sealand's obbing and begging. It would be such a fun kill, but she needed this alliance. "I have a proposal for you boys: an alliance. You two would be very useful against mean Germany and Prussia, you put up such a good fight against me, after all. She had to press down hard with her knees to keep the two from escaping. "What do you say?"
"How the bloody hell can we be sure to trust you?" England demanded, glaring at Hungary. She rolled her eyes.
"Becuase if you couldn't, I'd be taking sadistic pleasure in torturing you both to death now. It's simple, join me or die. And oh, don't ever try to kill me either. You saw what I did to Prussia after he attacked Austria, who wasn't even me."
The shake of England's blond haired head was unmistakable.