Hetalia Hunger Games- Chapter 1

"Each year 23 nations will enter a pre-designed arena, designated for a fight to the death. This will reveal the strongest and weakest nations. The last standing nation will be rewarded with gifts such as extra territory, captive nations, food, etc. This is know as the "Hunger Games Hetalia."

The 9001th Hunger Games Hetalia. Chapter 1.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PoV Liechtenstein

Liechtenstein stood in front of the entire world. Not just theoretically, literally the entire world. Every nation in the world was gathered to find out who would be participating in the annual battle to the death. In exchange for exclusion from the HGH, Liechtenstein was designated to draw the names for the twenty four tributes. She reached her small hand into the reaping ball, and grasped a slip of paper. The entire world seemed to hold its breath (which it probably did) as the little girl unfolded the slip of paper.

"Sweden!"

She called out. A man with short mousy hair and glasses stepped up to the stage. He looked confident, thought Liechtenstein. She drew out another name.

"France!" A man with a long blue coat and golden tumbling locks winked at Liechtenstein before taking his place next to Sweden.
Liechtenstein blushed, and continued her ritual. Liechtenstein made a mental note of everyone the stepped onto the stage of hell.

"America!" A dirty blonde with glasses and a largely showing ego fist pumped his way to the stage.
"England!" Another blondy in a green suit melancholy-ly (is that a word?) stepped up.
"Italy!" A red head that had to be dragged to the stage in fear.
"Germany!" The one who ended up dragging Italy. Strong looking.
"Romano!" Like the other ginger, but somehow more serious.
"Russia!" A tall man with a large nose and scarf.
"Prussia!"  A silver haired egoistic idiot.
"Japan!" A raven haired man with a white jacket.
"China!" Another blacked haired man (is he a man?) with a green coat.
"Sealand!" A young boy in very nautical garb.
"Latvia!" Honestly, how many blondies can there be?
"Greece!" A man with brunette hair, he looks half asleep.
"Austria!" A fancy dressed man with a blue suit
"Canada!" "I don't see anyone!" She thought. Guess he didn't show.
"Iceland!" "He's too new to pay attention to."
"Spain!" Practically Romano's twin, except happier.
"Finland!" Is that a..santa hat?
"Denmark!" Again with the blondies.
"Norway!" A man with a blue hat.
"Estonia!" Very similar looking to America, strangely.
"Lithuania!" He seems kind of shy.

"And last but not least, Denmark!" Liechtenstein breathed out, exhausted.

"I see you saved the best for last!" Smirked the mousy haired man as he took his place on stage with confidence.

"The twenty four nations reaped will have one hour to prepare. The time is shorter this year, as the arena is much closer than previous times."

Liechtenstein over heard quiet muttering from the nation she identified to be Germany.

"Oh no." He said. "Oh damn it. Oh no."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PoV Germany

Germany's fists clenched so tightly his leathery palms that had grown rough from severe training began to sweat. He bit his lip so hard it throbbed, and the coppery taste of blood filled his mouth.

"All of my allies are here." He thought. "All of my friends. Italy, Japan, England, America, only one of us can live, if we all don't die in the beginning."

"GERMANY! GERMANY! WHATAMIGOINGTODOONEOFUSISGOINGTODIEIDONTWANTYOUTODIEBUTIDONTWANTTODIEEITHERORJAPANORAMERICAORENGLANDOR-"
"Stop, Italy." Germany said, resting his shoulders on that of his friends. "Even if both of us wont survive, one of us could. So stick with me until the end, allright?"

Italy whimpered and nodded. He looked around him. Some nations looked confident, like America, Denmark, Russia and Prussia, and some looked worried, shocked, devastated. Like Japan, England, Canada, and Greece.

"Nations have five minutes to prepare for entry of the arena." Came a feminine robotic voice over a megaphone.

"Holy Crap!" Was what Germany was thinking. "Where did the time go?"

Soon everyone was taking there places in skinny tubes that would shoot them up into the arena. The countdown began

"5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Let the Hunger Games Hetalia, BEGIN!" The tubes raised, and the Nations were set free. With a nothing but a pile of backpacks in the middle of a grassy plain to protect them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ PoV Germany

Germany immediately dashed for the center. He had decided he always had his fists if someone attacked him from behind.
A swarm of nations dashed in multi colored suits over the pile of packs, but germany managed to snag a medium black one.
Having no idea of its contents, he swung it over his shoulder and ran for the closest open path in the forest.
For what seemed like hours, but was really merely minutes, Germany ran.
He ran until his sides were fit to burst and his forehead felt like an electric oven.
Germany finally collapsed onto the ground and leaned against a tree. For a moment he just sat and rested. Then he decided to see what was in his backpack.
He had a pocket knife that was barely fit for cutting tree limbs, let alone wounding humans, a packet of raisins,
a box of matches, (thank god) a sling shot, a small plastic tarp, and a small bottle of strange white tablets.
He didn't know what they did. Germany daintily pressed one on his tongue, and recoiled in disgust. He placed it back in the bottle. Germany decided to get a good weapon as soon as possible. he walked for a little while,
until he found a tree with some good thin limbs. he broke on of and used the pocket knife to slowly but surely sharpen the end.
Before long he had a good staff. He used the knife to cut a hole in his belt, and stuck the staff through it.
Feeling slightly better, Germany decided on his top priority. Water.
The tarp could collect rain water, but there wasn't a cloud in the sky. No, he needed a stream. But he couldn't here any water flowing. Suddenly, Germany heard a trumpet sound announcing the Nations that were killed in the blood bath.
The photos projected the sky were thankfully not ones he knew too well for the most part. He counted them on his fingers.

Lithuania, Estonia, Denmark, Austria, Iceland, Finland, Spain, Norway, Sweden, and Latvia.

'That was ten in total. More than last year' He thought. 'That leaves 12 others I need to wipe out if Im to leave this cursed place alive. Now, back to water.'

The sharp ache of thirst was beginning to creep from the back of his throat. He looked for signs water.
Mud, flowers, odd excess of animals, but came up empty.

"Damn it!" He cursed aloud. Then he remembered the trick Japan had shown him. Germany surveyed the vegetation of the area.
He realized the plants to the north were somewhat greener. He followed this pattern until he heard a noise. A bird. This was a good sign. Before long his boots were covered in mud, and Germany had found a small stream. Feeling accomplished, he stuck his whole face into the water and immediately recoiled. The water was disgusting and probably unsafe to drink. As he tried to rid the taste from his mouth, a twig snapped behind him. Germany whipped around, staff in hand, to face whatever or whoever was behind him.

"Woah, Germany its me!"  
Said the person. Germany sighed. It was Japan. Then he tensed again. He didn't know who he could trust anymore.
Even his closest friends.

"Germany I want to make an alliance with you. I feel like you'd be a valuable teammate in this hellish forest."
Said Japan, his hands raised in surrender.

Germany lowered his staff slightly and looked into Japans eyes, trying to sense if he was a fraud.
"How do I know I can trust you?" He said.

Japan, figuring Germany had his guard down temporarily, had a cunning hint in his voice.
"I could ask you the same thing. Besides I can help you. There's a trick to making that water safe."

Germany pondered this. Allies could be valuable, and Japan was a good one..

"Allright." Said Germany, extending his hand to Japan, "Alliance."

Japan smiled and shook. Then pointed to the small pill bottle sticking out of the pocket of Germany's pack.

"Give me one of those tablets." Japan gestured.

Germany warily grabbed the bottle and handed one of the pills to his friend. Japan reached into the red pack he was carrying and pulled out a small jar. He scooped up some water from the stream, and dropped the tablet into it. Germany watched amazed as the water changed from light green to clear within the matter of a few seconds.

"I'll have to remember that one." Remarked Germany. "What's in that pack of yours?" He said, pointing to Japan's red backpack.

Japan held up his pack, revealing the jar of water, some dried mango, three serrated throwing knives, and a bow with a small quiver of arrows.

"You hit a jackpot!" Remarked Germany in awe. Japan shrugged.

"Dumb luck, I guess. I'm somewhat handy with a bow, but you can take of of the knives if you need a weapon. Germany obliged by taking the largest of the three. He ripped the end if his shirt of and used it to tie the knife to the end of his staff, thus making it a deadly weapon. Before long Japan and Germany had food, water, and were trekking through the forest when Japan stopped, and grabbed Germany's shoulder, stopping.

"I think we have a shadow." Said Japan.

"Heya guys!" Remarked the nervous voice. "You wouldn't happen to have any pasta, would you?"