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Every muscle in Sealand's youthful body was on fire, and his heart was pouding literally out of his chest. He young to the top interior of the Cornucopia, holding onto the ridged golden medal. He'd been washed up to here after the tidal wave crashed against the shore, and when he saw that Prussia and Germany were gone, he snuck onto the Cornucopia to snatch some supplies, which had worked so far, at least. The miniscule nation had obtained a full water skin, a small bow with half a dozen arrows, which'd be extraordinarily useful, and a packet of fish and chips, for Britian. But Sealand was stuck. Stuck in this metal horn with possibly the most brutish killer mere feet underneath him.

At least Germany had fallen asleep, exhausted from the previous night's ordeals. That was a bit of relief. If he could just keep absoloute still, he may just be able to get out of here alive. It was all or nothing. Not daring even to breathe, Sealand lifted himself down from the top of the horn, coming to a stand just inches away from the sleeping Germany now. Sealand fingered his bow, considering his option, then turned toward the exit of the structure. He couldn't kill Germany, not without attracting the attention of whoever was standing guard outside and surely being killed by them. His feet barely touching the ground, Sealand snuck out of the Cornucopia, an arrow notched in his bow. It'd be easier to take out the person on the outside.

As he emerged out into the open air, Japan's back was turned to him, keeping an eye on the woods, for good reason. If Russia and Belarus were to come from anywhere, the woods would be the most likely bet, as that was where their base was. England and Hungary were settled on the beach, Germany and Japan dominated the Cornucopia, but it was anyone's guess where Belgium was. The elusive nation never allowed herself to be seen.

Upon hearing a very small noise, Japan turned, his sharp iron sword that could cut Sealand in half gripped firmly in his hand. He gave a start of suprise, then dashed toward the nation, raising his sword for a painful yet fatal blow. Terror pulsed through Sealand's veins so powerfully he thought the sheer force of it could kill him there and then. With shaking hands and an out of control chest, Sealand raised his bow, prepared to shoot. He had learned how to in the training center, luckily. The arrow went a bit lop sided, and didn't hit Japan's heart as intended, but instead pierced his stomach. The Asian man let out a grunt of pain, but stopped his kill swing nonetheless.

The boy ran for it, glad Japan wasn't calling on Germany yet. He could escape this. His feet sprinted across the grass, and after a few mintutes, the land began to slope downward, accompanied by the scent of salty air along with a dim sound of crashing and swirling waves. He touched the wet sand, now starting to breathe easier. The sand dunes dotting the beach were more like squashed mounds now than actual hills, and the sand was displaced and squished under his feet. A horrible thought filled Sealand's mind. Could the wave have killed the others? They weren't as fast as me, after all.

The tiny nation's eyes scanned the whole entire beach, about a third of a mile wide. There wasn't anything until..

"Sealand you bloody wanker!" An angry voice snarled behind him. The aftermentioned boy whipped around, coming face to face with his older brother, whose green eyes were filled with a mixture of worry and satisfaction. At once, England's arms wrapped around him, pulling him close into the larger nation's well toned chest. Sealand stood there, stunned. Usually, England wasn't this worried at all about him, and regarded the boy as an annoying pest. Now that they were in the arena, that'd changed.

What had caused England's emotion flip?

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Panicking, Belarus turned around and ran for it, zig zagging through the trees to avoid the icy inferno of doom coming their way. Russia scoffed at her. What was so bad about cool? Of course, as a Russian, cold was practically his lord and savior. While the icy tornado ripped down the craggy hill, Russia spotted a blond haired figure running in the opposite way, behind the tornado. They made it fairly far before being pulled back by the icy blast, wincing in pain as their skin was bombarded by icy needles. The Russian smiled in pleasure, holding his spear out in front of him. Whoever this was, they couldn't handle the cold. Or perhaps Russia himself.

Belgium growled in pain as she tumbled rather ungracefully down what used to be a mountain. However, she managed to keep a hold on her blowgun, complete with eight darts yet. Russia could see who the figure was now. Too bad it wasn't blond England, this prey wouldn't be nearly as fun. Still, too bad Belarus would miss it. Holding out his arms, the tall man embraced the blast of icy knives cutting through him, whooping in delight. Before a warm body hit him right in the chest. Together, the two nations cascaded to the cold ground, rolling across the forest floor as they were pushed all the while by the frigid winds. In the scuffle, Belgium smacked Russia across the face with her blowgun, while Russia's blunt spear end smashed against her ribs.

The Russian nation felt a pang of dull pain in the back of his head as it slammed against a tree trunk, blasted there by the hurricane force winds. Belgium was several feet away from him, woozily blundering around as she cleared her head. For a moment, the two tributes locked eyes, blowgun and spear raised. The big boned male felt a sudden indebtment to his younger sister. If only she was here, this fight would be in the bag. Two against one always worked in their favor. The tornado moved on, leaving a ringing, tension stuffed silence behind. Without hesitation, Belgium and Russia fired at one another.

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Japan gritted his teeth as the sharp, cold grate of iron dug into his stomach. Upon looking into tiny Sealand's terror filled eyes, he'd almost chopped the small brat apart with his sword, but not before earning an arrow shot to himself, which also meant that Sealand had stolen some of their supplies. Clearly just one more sign of Germany and Japan's fallibility. From now on, Japan vowed to keep better watch over the area. He ducked into the Cornucopia and picked up a box of bandages, wrapping seceral of them across his bleeding stomach wound. Japan wasn't normally a sadistic killer, but he could very well be at times. During the rape of Nanking in World War Two, he had horribly brutaized millions of China's people and even China himself, bringing the nation who had raised him to its very knees. He remembered burying Chinese citizens alive, bayonetting babies, and infecting innocent civilians with terrible diseases. Not even here, in the Hunger Games, has Japan ever reached that level of sadism. But perhaps...another intruder would call for it. For the sake of keeping good relations with Germany-san.

Whose heart was millions of miles away, with Italy.

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"Bloody hell! Where've you been?" England demanded, gripping his little brother's shoulders.

"That stupid wave washed me all the way up there." Sealand pointed to the sloping hill. "And I saw Germany's base was empty. I took my oppurtunity and stole some supplies," He explained, holding up his bow, water, and food. "These are for you."

England looked down at the fish and chips with longing, then stuffed a few pieces of deep fried fish and potatoes into his mouth. "Thanks."

"Then who is the person who died early this morning?" Hungary worried aloud. "If we knew it wasn't Sealand..."

The twelve year old frowned. "I think Prussia...the only person staying with Germany was Japan."

Hungary nodded, as if in approval. "Interesting...although I would've liked the chance to kill the bastard myself. So that leaves us three, Germany and Japan, Russia and Belarus, and..."

"Belgium, I think." England concluded. "Though no one's been giving her much attention."

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Russia felt a painful prick on the back of his neck, reminding him of the time when Leichtenstein had hurled a knife at him. That little git was dead, and this one should be, too. He lunged forward, jabbing his iron spear tip at Belgium, who side stepped and fired another dart at him. This one pierced his left arm, causing it to start to bleed. Stupid tributes and their pricking weapons...

As he tried to hit Belgium again, she turned and sprinted away, easily out speeding Russia, who was large but sluggish and not very agile. She looked behind her, seeing she'd lost Russia. He either thought Belgium wasn't worth it or was just too slow. Either way, his loss. The small nation was starting to realize just how much stealth and a long range weapong helped in these games. Using those tools, she had easily killed Mr. Awsome Prussia, who was not quite as awsome looking in death. Clearly, Russia might not be that difficult of a target either.

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"What? You passed her up?" Belarus demanded. Russia and her were sitting at their campsite in the forest. The younger nation had a couple broozes and bandages from being caught on the fringes of the tornado, but was otherwise intact.

"Da...but she was so fast." Russia replied

Belarus growled. "The last thing we need on our hands is another Leichtenstein, we just took care of the first one-" The two paused in their conversation as the National seal and anthem flashed across the darkening night sky, followed by Prussia's head shot.

"Hm, looks like we've reached the top eight," Russia noted in interest. "I think they're doing special features on all of us now."

"Yeah, then they'd better include our fun little killings." Belarus grinned, twisting her knives in her hand as she popped a handful of nuts into her mouth.

Russia turned back toward her. "But anyway, that blond girl hasn't done anything to us yet, maybe she was just defending herself. But if you feel like she's a threat, then you can have her."

"Well thanks, Brother," Belarus said, "Oh, and I also call Japan, it'd fun to see him scream-"

"Then I call Germany," Russia interjected. "So three for us each?"

"That seems fair. Okay I get that blond girl, Japan, and that she male Hungary! It would be hilarious to kill her painfully right as her little boyfriend Austria watches on screen!" Belarus chortled at the though.

Russia tilted his head. "So that leaves me with Germany, England, and his little brother. The last one should be fun...it'd be funny to kill him right in front of England!"

What Russia didn't realize was that this would leave them the only two left. However...Belarus had a plan to take care of that.

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