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Hetalia Reader Insert-Hunger Games (Ch. 3)

I sat on one of the couches in an old, overly decorated room the Peacekeepers left me in, fiddling with the hem of my dress. The door opened, and in stumbled Vash and Lili, the Peacekeeper outside saying tersely, “You have three minutes.”

I knelt down and instinctively took Lili into my arms. Her shoulders shook from her sobs as I lifted my head to look at Vash. He looked away instantly.

I pulled Lili away when she spoke. “Y-You have to win, _____. . . You have to win.”

I nodded slowly. “I know, sweetie. I will.”

I stood back up and looked at Vash. He looked at me with his usual neutral expression.

Hetalia Reader Insert - Hunger Games (Ch. 2)

What?!

That was all that passed through my brain at that moment. Ever since she and the others were old enough to be tributes, I had made sure they didn’t put their names in for food, whatever it took. I would even put my name in and give them the food. How could she have been picked?! Out of all those names! There must have been some mistake! There had to be!

The Peacekeepers came and took her by each arm, leading her toward the stage. Something inside me snapped, almost audible, and I darted out of the crowd and down the aisle where they were walking. “Lili!”

She turned her head as two Peacekeepers attempted to push

Hetalia Reader Insert-Hunger Games (Ch. 6)

Supper that night was quite awkward, to say the least. Where we stayed was a nice little flat on the top floor of the tributes’ tower that overlooked the rest of the Capitol. The rooms were large and the beds were abnormally soft, but I didn’t complain. Overall, the place was easy to manage-- except, of course, the showers. The stupid things had buttons for practically everything except dying and paying taxes (actually now, I’m pretty sure it had that, too).

The following day was our first day of training. We would have four days to train before the Games started, and I didn’t plan on wasting any of it.

We, being

Hetalia Reader Insert-Hunger Games (Ch. 5)

Although the train we traveled in went about 200 miles per hour almost the entire time we were on it, it still took three days to reach the Capitol. During that time, Haymitch informed us about sponsors, and how if we were to “get anywhere, you have to get sponsors, and the only way to do that is to get people to like you”. His way of teaching was interesting, to say the least; he always looked on the downside of everything. But I suppose I should have expected it, considering he had to be the mentor of two different kids every year. . .and he had to watch them die on national television.

When the train stopped, Peter and I wer

Hetalia Reader Insert-Hunger Games (Ch. 4)

Silence enveloped the train as we were carried farther and farther away from District 12. Away from my friends, my family. Effie Trinket sat across from me and Peter, smiling happily at us as though we had won something-- which, by her standards, we had. Being picked as a tribute for the Hunger Games was considered a great honor among the wealthier classes; in other words, those who never had to compete.

We had been on the train for about half an hour just sitting there staring at each other in silence when Effie stood up from her seat. “I’m going to find Haymitch,” she said and turned around to leave the room, leaving me

Hetalia Reader Insert- Hunger Games (Ch. 18 FINAL)

I turned over in my bed to look out the window, watching all the trees flash by. It was way past noon, but I didn’t want to get out of bed. I nuzzled my pillow, closing my eyes for a minute before opening them again to see the blur of passing trees. Pain almost physical coursed through me as I remembered everything that happened since the Reaping. Why did those memories have to so damn powerful?!

A few moments later I felt the train slow to a stop. I immediately jumped from my bed and hurried over to the nearest exit, my eyes brightening slightly when the doors swished open. I recognized this place; it was the train station in Distri

Hetalia Reader Insert- Hunger Games (Ch. 8)

“So,” said Effie when Peter and I returned to our flat, “how was day two of your training?”

I breathed out a small laugh, rubbing the back of my head. “Well, I shot a gun for the first time today. . .”

Everyone in the room raised their eyebrows at me. “I never knew they used those in the Games,” remarked Effie.

“They don’t,” I said. “Or at least, they didn’t-- until now.”

Haymitch sneered. “They probably think it’ll make the Games more ‘interesting’.” He looked at me, gesturing to Peter. “Did he use one?”

I

Hetalia Reader Insert- Hunger Games (Ch. 7)

“_____,” said Peter, tugging on my sleeve, “let’s go over there.”

“Hm?” I looked over to where he mentioned and saw the distance-weapons rack and the small, five-person firing range. There were three spots open, the other two taken by the tributes from District 1. I’ll be honest, they looked quite menacing; the girl was shooting with a bow and arrow while the boy was using a. . .

I did a double-take, then looked at the weapons rack again, and saw another. And another. “Excuse me,” I called to one of our instructors.

She turned around to face me. “Yes?”

I pointed

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Hetalia Reader Insert - Hunger Games (Ch. 1)

by ~Ravens-of-Rome, Oct 29, 2012, 3:39:15 PM
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Reaping Day.

It was the day we all had been dreading. And it was today.

Most of my friends were old enough now that they were no longer eligible for reaping-- but I was. I was eighteen years old that Reaping Day, my last year of eligibility, and three of my friends were also within the age group. Lili Zwingli was thirteen. Im Yong Soo was sixteen. And little Peter Kirkland, who I had had the absolute pleasure of caring for since he was a baby, was facing his first year of eligibility at age twelve.

My friends and I came from a considerably wealthy sector of District 12 (but still pretty bad off), I being the poorest of the group, determined by my having to place my name in for the drawing in order to obtain food for the underage portion of my unofficial family (my name had been entered a total of sixty-four times by now). The ones who were old enough to work stayed at the coal mines all day every day while I went to school--like everyone else my age--and went straight to the woods to hunt afterwards. I was told regularly by the people I sold to that I had wonderful aim, always penetrating the animals’ soft spots at one shot.

We all approached the gates to the square and were separated by age group, the older ones staying back. I was placed with all the other female, eighteen-year-old citizens of District 12, waiting anxiously for the names to be called and half-expecting mine to be one of them.

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“Lili Zwingli!”

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