"Is she dead yet?" Belarus hissed to her brother, gesturing at Leichtenstein's bloody and mutilated body. Russia squinted at her, shaking his head.
"Nyet, but she is close to death...I will finish her off now." He grabbed a long, sharp knife, and walked over to his brutlized victim. She was impaled on a spear, and her eyes fluttered open when Russia approached. Between a mouthful of blood, they said only one thing.
Please.
This time, it was pure pleasure of vegeance that sent Russia driving the knife into her neck. More scarlet blood seeped out of her, and her eyes went as wide as dinner plates with pain. It sent one last pang of pleasure through Russia. Her eyes went stark and blank, a million miles away. Then the cannon fired.
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Germany let out a sigh. Finally, the tortured screams coming from a distance stopped, and a cannon fired, which meant Leichtenstein had just died. About time. That narrowed them down to only nine tributes left...and three of them were allied. Japan and Prussia sat on either side of Germany, warming their hands above the crackling fire at the center of camp, and eating a dinner of delicous pasta with marinara sauce that the sponsers had sent them. Pasta...for Germany it was almost too painful to eat. It made with think of Italy, and England stabbing him, then the anguished screech, and Germany sitting helplessly by Italy, watching the life empty out of him and knowing there was absoloutly nothing he could do.
Prussia glanced at his younger brother. "Should we go hunting tonight again?"
Germany nodded tersly. "Yes...no point in falling behind our game now. We're almost to the top eight now...almost." The other two nodded in agreement, and the national anthem began blaring across the stadium. The seal appeared, followed by Leichtenstein's face. Only one death for today. But at least it would probably be enough to keep the audience entertained for a day, given the torture and blood involved. The trio polished off their dinner, and gathered their weapons for the hunt. Japan took his kantana, and Germany and Prussia their swords. In addition, each of them had a knife, in case they lost their main weapons.
Wasting no time, the three men dissapeared into the woods, in search of tributes to main and kill.
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"There we go," Russia said contentadly, nodding at his prey's bloody corpse. "She's dead now. Did you see those stupid looks on her face the whole time? Hilarious!"
"I know!" Belarus chuckled in agreement. "She was all like, 'please don't kill me, I'm just a bratty little baby!' And she wouldn't stop screaming her head off the whole time! Weakling!" Russia and his younger sister both let out a loud guffaw, clearly enjoying the pain and death they had just inflicted on Leichtenstein. There was no doubt in either of their minds that she had deserved every last but of it. "Hey, who should we do next? That was too fun not to do again, especially with you..." Belarus leaned into her older brother's arms. He stiffened at first, uncomfortable, but then steadily relaxed.
"What about...someone a little more challenging? Like Germany, or...Japan! He's so quite all the time it would be lots of fun to hear him scream!" He paushed momentarily as a they heard a loud buzzing noise, followed by the arrival of a hovercraft, which lifted down a rope and hoisted Leichtenstein's lifeless body out of the arena forever. Belarus and Russia allowed themselves a last look at their hand work of bloody torture, then turned back to one another.
Belarus couldn't help but admire every curve of Russia's toned face...his deep eyes, and glossy silver hair. Without thinking, she lifted her head up, and smacked her lips to his. He froze, then kissed back, causing Belarus to feel a pang of satisfaction inside of her. She was truly the only person who could melt away Russia's harsh exterior, and uncover the true beauty below. For a long time, the two Russian nations lay there, intertwined and in a position of love.
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"What the bloody..." England muttered to himself. He could feel squishy, gritty sand beneath his hands, and his body felt somewhat sore...like he'd slept on it worng. Reaching his hand out, he felt the wooden shaft of a spear, and instantly felt better. The spear...that was quite important to him. His emerald eyes snapped open.
England was on a damp beach, in the Hunger Games, and...with a younger brother he had to protect. "Sealand!" He called. No reply. He craned his neck around the beach, no sign of Sealand but...there was one person slimped a top a sand dune. England squitned at them. Was that...Hungary. His mind whirled. Hadn't they just made some sort of alliance? Cautiously gripping his spear, England made his way over to Hungary, and gently poked her a few times with his shaft. After a couple of moans, she sat up, gingerly rubbing her head.
She looked at England. ''The beach...there was a tidal wave?"
"Yes," England nodded. "But I can't seem to find Sealand anywhere..."
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"Did you just hear that?"
Prussia looked to Germany. "Hear what?"
Germany glanced upward. "Like...branches snapping. Someone's walking through here." Prussia and Japan both shook their heads, the former's red eyes shining in the darkness, like a cat's...
Suddenly, Prussia's eyes grew wider and wider...something had just pricked him. Bad.
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Belgium quickly lowered her blowgun. Score. She'd just hit Prussia on the neck with a thick, hard metal dart. If all went well he would die in a couple hours. Or...she could speed up the process. Ducking behind a bush, Belgium lifted the blowgun once more and placed another dart in it. Prussia didn't move. He was examining the dart still stuck in his neck. Typically, someone like him wouldn't have the brain capacity to pull it out. She quickly blew a second dart at Prussia's neck, then darted into the trees, grinning with a smug kind of satisfaction. Those Careers had come to hunt her, but she had ended up hitting them.
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"Owwww..." Prussia winced, feeling the iron dart stuck in his neck. As he complained, he felt another sharp, painful prick nearby. Another dart. Behind him, the albino man heard some rustling as trees. However had hit him must be fleeing into the forest now. Clearly, there were not awsome enough to actually come out and face him. Gritting his teeth in pain, he pulled out both darts, feeling a warm, sticky liquid rushing down his neck and back. Blood. When he saw his hands, they were stained completely scarlet. Prussia gulped and pressed part of his shirt to the wounds, but the blood soaked straight through in a matter of minutes.
"What is it?" Germany demanded, turning around and facing his older brother, who slowly turned around. "Vass?" Germany gasped upon seeing the carnage. "B-But who?" Prussia held up the blood stained darts, sinking to his knees. By now, the red flow was gushing harder and harder. While a lump actually started forming in his throat, Germany knew his older brother, who had given him all of his nude magazines, was a goner.
Prussia's tumbled to the ground on his back. The burning and pricking at the back of his neck growing unbearable. His eyes fluttered open to see his stone cold younger brother, Ludwig, by his side. Japan stood a ways back, his head bowed down respectively to the ground.
"You were...the best older brother that I could have ever hoped for," Germany said softly, his blue eyes boring into Prussia's red ones. "It was an honor to fight alongside you."
Prussia managed a smile back, salty tears streaking down his clammy face. "Thank you, but", he stopped rasping for air. "Remember that...I. AM. AWSOME!" He roared at the top of his lungs to the heavens, letting the entire nation of Panem know his most widely accepted philosphy.
Then Prussia's entire albino body went completely limp, and he sunk back against the soft leaves of the forest floor, sinking into a long, murky, dark and endless sleep from which he would never wake up.