Chapter 1
(Warning: This entire story, there will be countries dying up in here, and blood)
Day One
Supplies will be waiting for you, run the other way if you want to live,
The nations raised into the arena, a great big field of trees and beyond, on raising pillars.
Survive, stay high or low, watch your back, always have a weapon, make alliances,
The nations looked toward each other, some with fear, some with confusion, some with excitement. Germany looked toward the frighten Italian brothers, Belarus looking toward her brother, smiling with excitement, France looking toward Spain and even England, but the Brit had his attention turned a bit at Sealand, frowning about how a child like him could be here, China and Japan even looked toward each other. America looked toward Canada, the frighten boy without his bear but with the thoughts of the horrible things that laid ahead.
Kill or be killed, remember that there will only be one winner.
The countdown began, slowly counting back from ten; it seemed to be the longest ten seconds of their lives.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
The countdown went off, and everyone ran.
Russia seemed to be the fastest, heading toward the trunk of supplies, of weapons, and getting there before anyone else did; Belarus seemed to followed. Poland and Estonia tried as well, trying to get the limited amount of guns and ammo there were. Sweden and Finland got through fast, along with Switzerland and Austria. Hungary was able to sneak through with Japan and quickly grab their weapons. But this is were the blood bath began.
The first to die couldn't of been determined. Russia had quickly grabbed onto Latvia by his hair, pulled him back, and slit the nations throat. Belarus quickly got the upper hand on Estonia, killing him with a quick stab to his eye. Sweden protected Finland from Russia's attack, only to have his arm cut and broken, seriously wounded so early in the game. China automatically went for Russia before he could finish off Sweden and move to Finland, he quickly cut Russia's back with the long knife he had. Russia quickly swung around to attack China, but the time he turned, the nation had already got his weapon and left. The others had ran, away into the woods as fast as possible.
Deaths already: Austria, Estonia, Latvia, Poland, less than it thought it would be. But the cannon shots still echoed, telling the others they were dead.
Russia and Belarus stood there, along with remaining Turkey and Greece who had got their weapons. Belarus looked toward her big brother, he was already covered in blood with his creepy smile, then looked back to the nations.
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America ran through the woods, as fast as he can, never looking behind him and only looking for a place to hide. He could remember all the tips Prussia had gave him, the first thing you need to do is get water, stay low or high, stay warm at night, watch your back, all the words rushing through his head, there will only be one winner. He keep running, tripping over the branches and rocks on the ground, only to fall and quickly get back up. This will be hell, he can't do it, he can't kill his friends. He could hear someone running behind him. He turned a bit to find Switzerland, shit, he ran faster once he saw Switzerland had a gun. He focused himself on running, until the tree to the side of him was struck with a bullet. America's eyes widen and he quickly slid around to hide behind a tree, Switzerland was shooting!
America stayed right behind the tree, making sure he was completely hidden and not sticking out. He listened closely, listening for Switzerland's footsteps slowly coming through the branches. "I know you're here America." Switzerland said. America didn't move, he gritted his teeth, but didn't move; he didn't even have a weapon to go after him with. "Sorry America. But there's only going to be one winner right?" America could hear his dead serious voice. "I need to get rid of all of you. I need to go back home to Lili." America frowned, he knew where Switzerland was coming from, but he couldn't get killed like this, not on the first day either. "I'm sorry America." America heard the voice right next to him, he quickly turned the tree to get away as Switzerland turned and shot. America quickly started running the other way, amazingly avoiding all gun shots from the Swiss. He looked behind him when he heard the shooting had stopped, not his best idea.
America tripped over a loose branch and fell forward, only, the ground wasn't flat; it was a hill. He fell forward, landed face flat, but continued falling; he realized he was rolling down the hill. It was steep, he tried stopping but he couldn't, damn it stop! He tried stopping himself, grabbing onto branches or rocks, but his rolling body had gained speed and it was hard. Finally, he was able to get out of the roll, only to fall into a lake; that was almost ten feet below him, a cliff end. He fell into the water with a great splash.
Above the water, on the opposite cliff, China looked over to see just what was it that fell. He was nervous, looking around for anything, thinking whoever was down there was alive and ready to kill him. Unfortunately, he didn't pay attention to the enemy behind him. His eyes widen with the strike of pain through his chest, the sword that had gone right through him from behind. China quickly coughed up blood and slowly turned his head to see who it was, his eyes widen more. "Sorry China." Japan said with a straight face. "But there's only one winner." Japan quickly pulled the sword out, lifted his foot, and put it to China's back. "Good bye." He pushed his foot into China's back and pushed him over the edge. He watched China fall into the water with a huge splash, but from where he was standing, he could barely hear it.
China actually survived the fall, he tried swimming to land but could only make it to a rock that was half in the water, he climbed onto it, gasping for air, holding onto his wound with one hand and the rock with the other. He tried taking deep breaths, holding onto the rock so he wouldn't go back under. He tried looking back up to the cliff where he fell, just to see if Japan was still there; he was. China lifted himself up more onto the rock and tried to get out of the water, until something bit his leg. China looked down into the water looking for whatever bit his leg, it wasn't a big large bite but it was something. He tried getting out again until the bite became something more and it pulled him down, he slipped back into the water. He tried climbing out again as he felt the bites grow and get worse, slowly he saw blood filling the water around him. He let go of his bleeding wound and tried pulling himself up again, only to be pulled down. He gritted his teeth and grabbed the knife from the inside of his silver coat, then stabbed it into the water to catch whatever was biting him; he pulled up a snapping Piranha. He quickly threw it away and tried pulling himself up on the rock more, but it was too late.
China could barely feel his legs anymore, they worked up his body to the point where the pain was spread everywhere throughout his body. Finally, they pulled him down and continued eating as China screamed out in pain. Japan watched in silence until he heard the screaming stop, and the cannon go off.
By the time night had fallen, the dead count was already high for the first day. England sat in the trees, finishing his wooden bow, and waiting for the night sky to screen those who died, hoping America wouldn't be in it. Finally, the night sky was lit up by the screen, showing the deceased.
District Two: Roderich Edelstein
District Six: Sadiq Annan
District Seven: Edward Vonbock and Raivis Galante
District Nine: Feliks Lukasiewicz
District Eleven: Yao Wang
England sighed a bit in relief but also in sorrow. America was alive, he was happy about that, but still, they were his friends…And they were gone. He leaned back against the tree in wonder of how the next day would play out, how he could possibly win, how he could take his friend's lives, he realized he wouldn't win, not with those who are out there. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, staying up in the trees could help him last til morning, then, he would find people to make a team, it was the only way to survive. By morning though, he could hear the foot steps of the enemy coming, not just one, but five.
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Thank you for reading~
I finally got chapter one up~ yay! Like I said, it was gonna be different from the original hunger games. So don't complain _ (*AHEM CERTAIN BEST FRIEND, shut ur face bro -.-'*)
