The Hetalia Games

Chapter 1

Today was a day of mixed emotions. For some districts, this was a day of honor and celebration, while for others it was a day of bitter silence.

This year's Reaping certainly was something different. There were two twelve year olds, one even volunteered. The rest of them were fairly regular, three others volunteered, each for different reasons.

Sadık Adnan from district two, for example, took his younger brother's place. Whether it was out of jealousy or to protect him was anyone's guess. His face was completely emotionless as he pushed his sibling out of the way and claimed he'd be this year's male tribute.

Another volunteer, an unusual character from district eight, was Grell Sutcliff. Sutcliff claimed to be female, but who knows really. Who even wants to check, something seems dirty about her, whether it be plotted treachery or just... Dirtiness.

From district five is Pony, a name equally as unusual as Ms. Sutcliff. She has a fire in her eyes, and that's what the Capitol wants to see when they want a couple of kids dead. Personal opinion, though, something doesn't seem right about her either.

The twelve year old, Petra Kirkland from district eleven, seemed excited about the Hunger Games. Brimming with confidence, spunk, and a drive to impress, Petra will definitely earn many sponsors. However, it's that confidence that seems to be blinding her and that childish attitude makes her feel invincible. It's things like that that will get you killed quick.

Moving on, the tributes, as I said, seem very regular. But most of them are very familiar with each other, some even related, we as a community cannot think of what it might be like to face off against your own brother in a battle to the death. This year's events will certainly be entertaining...

Alfred's POV

Of course he'd get chosen. Of course he'd have to face off against both Sophia and Arthur. Of. Flipping. Course.

He stared out the window to the blurred scenery after he finished dinner. Sophia was quiet. She wasn't too happy about going against anyone either. The bullet train ride was smooth, as expected, he had ridden one several times, but this was Sophia's first time riding one. He wanted to ask her how it was, but he was afraid of making any conversation with her.

"Eat," commanded our mentor, the previous victor, Govert. Alfred guessed he was directing it towards Sophia, who hadn't even touched her plate. "This food isn't going to waste, and you still need to eat. You'll need all you can get before you're thrown in the arena."

He was definitely a money grubber, that was a fact. There was always plenty of food, wasting some wouldn't be such a big deal. Govert ran a have through his spiky, blond hair and leaned his head back.

"I got a couple of wimps this year, didn't I?"

Alfred darted his eyes back at Govert. "We haven't even done anything!" that came out as more of a whine than Alfred intended.

"Exactly. You two have done nothing, nothing to prove yourselves worthy of my time."

"Well, what do you expect us to do? Jump around like idiots and juggle for you?"

Govert stood from his seat. "I'm going to take a nap," and he walked off, just like that.

Alfred was already under enough stress as it was, and the fact his mentor was a piece of crap made his shoulders sag lower. He looked up at Sophia, seeing that she started eating, and looked down so her gaze wouldn't meet his. He wanted to protect her at all costs, but how far was he really willing to go? That was what scared him.

He stood and walked over to Sophia. Alfred kissed her forehead, whispered "Goodnight, little dudette", and went to his room.

When he passed Govert's room the door opened, and a hand pulled him in. Alfred landed on a bed, Govert was eyeing him down with his arms crossed. "What is the one, possible thing I could give you before we depart?" he asked.