Harsh sunlight poured through the broken blinds and torn curtains onto Gilbert's face. The Prussian groaned in protest, rolling over to shield his face.
Today was the reaping, there was no school, no work. So why not sleep in?
Minutes later, there was someone knocking at the door. He knew exactly who it was, his friend Elizabeta. “Come in!” He called groggily, sitting up rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
The door opened and he heard quick footsteps. “Are you still asleep? Dear god, get up!” She said.
Gilbert didn't see what the rush was, until he glanced over at the clock.
One-thirty....and the reaping was at two.
“Shit!” He rushed off into the house to find something nice to wear, wash up get some food.
Elizabeta simply sat down, she wore a beautiful green dress, Gilbert had to admit, she looked quite nice.
Once he finally got ready, they headed for the town square and found they're places.
After the longest ten minutes of Gilbert's life, for the anthem and introductions, they called names.
It seemed to take the lady an hour to pick out a small slip of paper and come back across the stage to the podium. After a few more moments, she read aloud the name of the poor soul who was chosen.
“Elizabeta Hedervary!”
Gilbert's eyes widened in shock, he watched in horror as Elizabeta made her way to the stage, she looked almost emotionless, but Gilbert knew how terrified she was.
He jumped when the next name was called. “Alexander Mercedes!”
The man with his gray hair and blue eyes started to step up, but Gilbert did something that even shocked himself. “I volunteer!” He called. Elizabeta's previously emotionless face switched immediately to shock, and a hint of fear.
Gilbert made his way to the stage taking place of the strange man on the stage.
Elizabeta glanced over at him uneasily. The anthem ended and they were taken into custody, each of them brought to separate rooms. Not surprisingly, people didn't really want to talk to Gilbert. Besides the few willing to come say their goodbyes, Gilbert sat alone in silence.
Finally, they came to escort them to the train. He could tell Elizabeta was holding back tears, but she couldn't cry, for fear of being seen as weak, and she wouldn't be able to hide it. It was absolutely certain the cameras would be waiting at the station to get a view of the pair.
Sure enough, a large crowd and the beady eyes of the cameras, waiting for them. Gilbert was thankful for the shelter of the train.
The color drained from Elizabeta's face, her hands began to tremble.
Gilbert almost turned to say something comforting. But they were interrupted.
Each were taken to separate rooms, where there was a change of clothes.
Gilbert thankfully changed, and sat down on the bed.
It seemed so long ago that Elizabeta came rushing to wake him up, everything had happened in a flash. Why had he really taken that strange man's place? It wasn't the fame and glory, there wasn't any of that in district 13. Maybe it was to protect Elizabeta... Even thought subconsciously, he knew she'd be alright. After about 15 minutes, they were called for dinner.
Gilbert had never seen so much food in his life; Elizabeta looked to be in as much shock as he was.
What sat in front of them, was what Elizabeta and Gilbert might collect in a month, combined.
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Hetalia Hunger Games Cross Over: The Truth
FanfictionWhatever happened to District 13? This is the story of Gilbert and Elizabeta, the two chosen from district 13 thrown into the hunger games, with all the other countries of Hetalia. Real names used.