THESE ONE SHOTS ARE OUT OF ORDER. NO CHRONOLOGICAL ORDER. Though you can probably put it all together yourselves.
Also, I'm gonna list the characters. Feel free to request I do a certain character's chapter next, because I probably will!!
America, Austria, Belarus, Belgium, Canada, China, Cuba, Denmark, England, Estonia, Finland, France, Germany, Greece, Hong Kong, Hungary, Iceland, Italy, Japan, Korea, Latvia, Liechtenstein, Lithuania, Norway, Poland, Prussia, Romano, Russia, Sealand, Seychelles, Spain, Sweden, Switzerland, Taiwan, Turkey, and Ukraine.
Note: These are all the characters I am going to do, so don't request more. Some events go paired with another character(s), so expect more than one included.
THANKS FOR READING ALL OF THAT IF YOU DID HAHAHA...
"Huhh~?" Italy rubbed his eyes to clear the blur from his vision, looking around in confusion at the conference room they were in. "Ve, Germany, did you bring me to a meeting in my siesta?"
"N-no, I'm not sure where we are..." he groggily replied, finally sitting up to look around, as did all the other nations collected in the room.
"What is this, aru?! What am I doing here?"
"Aniki, we're obviously in a meeting, daze!"
"Hmm. Someone better explain this, or I might get a little angry, haha~"
"More of your useless magic, Angleterre?"
"I'm just as confused as you are, you idiot!"
"Brother, what's going on...?"
"W-where's Kumajiro!? Kumajiroooo!"
"Hello, countries. Welcome to our BR meeting."
Shinatty stood silently at the head of the table, pandas (that is, people in panda costumes) on either side of him.
"K-kitty-chan?! What do you mean? What is "BR", aru?"
"What's that? It doesn't sound like any game I've heard of!" America hollered, speaking for the first time since he woke up.
"It is a game. Battle Royale is a competition to become the world's next superpower. A survival of the fittest game, if you will."
"Y-you want us to kill each other!? That's terrible!"
The nations present chattered wildly amongst themselves, some reaching hysteria as the volume escalated.
All went quiet as Shinatty held his pistol toward the ceiling. That is, all but Italy.
"G-Germany, I'm scared! I-I-I don't want to die, I can't fight, th-this is scary--!"
"SILENCE!" Germany's eyes widened as a bloodied bullet landed in his stomach, widening further when Italy slumped against him, coughing blood and trembling.
"G-Germany..." After what felt like an eternity, Italy stilled.
"Y-you...You bastard!!" Germany shakily retrieved his gun. Too late.
Shots three and four plunged into Germany's head, leaving his empty body to drape over the chair, Italy's head sliding to rest on Germany's lap, their poses almost picturesque if not for the sheer horror of it all.
"There. Now, let our Battle Royale Conference commence..."