Author's Note: Welcome to my newest story/possibly series, everyone! It's just one of those ideas that wouldn't leave me alone, and I thought some of you... well, I wouldn't say "horror", exactly.../blatantlies Hetalia fans might like it. So here it is.

Also, this story has a bit of an odd structure: this chapter is third-person past-tense. The other chapters, however, are going to be first-person present-tense. But they're not all going to be the same person. Check the top of the chapters for who's going to be narrating each chapter.

As always, I love reviews... hinthinthint... But I'll be happy as long as you enjoy. Which would only be evidenced by reviews... Hm, we have a bit of a quandary here, don't we~?

So, enough blathering. Enjoy~!

"…and as usual, I'll be the hero!"

Germany sighed. "And how exactly does this relate to the economy again?"

"Really! Meeting on serious financial issues, and you make it a speech on fast food." England snorted. "I don't know why we would ever bother to allow you to speak."

"Because my ideas always work!"

"What about the time—"

"I said always!" Not taking any more objections, America turned back to his visual aid—a map of his 50 states that had nothing whatsoever to do with his presentation—and continued.

It was just another ridiculous world meeting. While most of the nations were supposed to attend, very few didn't feel the need to call in sick or make other excuses involving puffins, K-dramas, or back pain. Only the twenty slated to speak—as shown on Germany's carefully-typed-and-distributed agenda—ended up coming at all. Only one of those twenty had gotten to present so far, despite the meeting being an hour in. Of course, these things never started on time…

After a bit more bickering on America and England's part—instigated by the former, who decided eating hamburgers in the middle of his speech somehow helped drive his point home—America finally brought his presentation to a close. No one had questions, as they were all—apart from Italy, who decided it was time for a mid-morning siesta—quite sure nothing could possibly make his plan work.

Next on the agenda was France. By the time he finished his demonstration on how bringing sexy back would save the world, most of the nations had decided this meeting was an utter joke and stopped paying attention. Next up was England, then Russia—who did in fact manage to recapture the attention of the other nations with a well-placed "kolkolkol"—Switzerland and Liechtenstein, Japan, China, someone no one quite recognized, Germany, Poland, Spain, Italy—who had woken up by then mumbling about needing to eat some pasta—Romano, Austria, Belarus—whose speech soon descended into thinly-veiled hitting on her brother—Lithuania, Estonia, Latvia, and finally Hungary. Of course by then most everyone else had fallen asleep except Germany, who had just about given up on this and all future meetings altogether.

After discerning no questions were just dying to be asked, Germany officially adjourned the meeting. A few pseudo-sleepers popped up ready to go, while the few awake had to rouse the others. By the time everyone was awake but Japan—who started apologizing incessantly once he realized he had dozed off—the first few had gone out the hallway and to the front door.

Hoping to get out before Russia could awaken and catch up, Latvia was the first to the door. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder, just in case, and then finally swung the oak panel open.

"What…?" Latvia stared at the outside world before jumping and shutting the door back closed so no one could think it was his fault.

"Latvia?" Hungary started, walking up behind him. He squeaked and put his back against the door.

"Um, yes?"

"Was there something wrong with the door?" she asked.

"Er, no."

"Then why did you slam it shut?" She tried to sneak over to the other handle, but Latvia blocked her path.

"I never opened it!" he responded hysterically as other nations began gathering in the lobby.

"Oh, now, what's wrong, Latvia?" piped Russia, stepping forward toward the door.

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

"Forget this," Switzerland said, pushing his way out of the crowd and succeeding in shoving Latvia aside. "I'm going home." He gripped the handle and swung the door open.

He then proceeded to stare at the view.

"What's going on?" Germany said, unable to see out the door because of the crowd.

"All right, what trick did you pull?" America finally shouted, pointing accusatorially at Russia, as it was in his borders the meeting was held.

"I didn't do anything, I think," Russia replied, blinking at the outside.

The nations had come in that morning from the streets of a bustling city. Now the image that greeted them was that of a forest.

"Oh, quit blithering," England said, opening the other door so he wouldn't have to squeeze past any of the others. He took a step out and peered along the side of the building. "Hm." Walking a bit further, he thumepd one of the trees. "Well, it doesn't show any signs of an illusion..." He crossed his arms, pondering.

"Why are you acting like this is completely normal, aru?" interjected China, who was to some extent hiding from the mysterious trees by hiding behind Russia.

"So, it's, like, an actual forest?" Poland said, taking a step out but keeping one foot in. "Like, cool."

"Cool?" echoed France. "This isn't cool! This is weird!" He stared out into the trees. "Where are we?"

"It certainly doesn't seem very Russia-like," commented Estonia, who hadn't stepped outside but could still feel the heat.

Russia agreed, much to the relief of his underling. "I would be able to tell if we were in my country." He glanced over his shoulder at the glob of nations in the foyer. "Does anyone else know where we might be?"

None of the other nations seemed to feel in the presence of his or her country.

"This is crazy," Lithuania said to himself. "There's no way the whole building could just... teleport!" He looked at the trees, sure they were an illusion but too afraid they weren't to go towards them.

"Maybe we've been abducted by aliens!" America blurted out. This caused several of his enemies to tell him how idiotic that idea was, and soon the whole foyer was full of nations mumbling amongst themselves.

Meanwhile, England had circled around the building, finding they were truly surrounded by forest. "Hm." Coming back to the front door, he almost ran into Germany, who was making sure this was real.

Germany walked back into the foyer, where various nations were still moaning or blaming each other for this.

"Everyone, quiet!" he finally barked. The voices faded to murmurs as the others turned towards him. "Whatever's going on, this isn't the way to figure it out. We will take turns, elaborating on our ideas of how to attack the situation."

"Great, another meeting," Romano grumbled. "Of course the potato-freak wants to make us go through that sort of thing again."

Tactfully ignoring this comment, Germany called on the only person who was waving his hand in the air to speak.

"I seriously think we've been abducted by aliens."

Germany closed his eyes and exhaled, narrowly keeping himself from face-palming. "And how do you suggest we solve the situation?"

"Uh... We find the aliens, and I'll beat them up until they decide to take us back!"

"Next idea, please?" Germany called.

Japan's hand was raised just barely above his head.

"Yes, Japan?"

"I can't say what has happened... It's hardly a nurikabe's doing... But whatever the case, I think it would be a good idea to explore the area, so we at least know what we are dealing with and perhaps where exactly we are." He bowed his head a bit to indicate he was done.

"All right. Next—"

"Let's just go ahead and move out of here," Spain said, apparently unaware someone else was still talking. "I think Japan's idea sounds good enough, and we should probably get going before it's dark. Romano agrees with me, don't you?" he sang, throwing an arm over Romano's shoulder.

"Get off of me, you stinking tomato bas—!"

"All right," Germany interrupted impatiently. "Let's head out."

Most of the nations finally found their way outside of the building. After Belarus, at Russia's indirect request, coerced Latvia into leaving the room and Hungary dragged Austria out, everyone congregated in a clump just outside the doors.

"Oi!" came a call a few meters away. "I think you'll want to check this out!"

Following the sound of England's voice, the crowd gradually drifted to the scene in question. It was just another stretch of forest, but on one tree was tacked a sheet of paper. It was a plain rectangle of white with words written in black:

The Rules

1. For each of you, there is a certain nation on this island you must kill.

2. If you kill your nation, you will go home.

3. If you do not kill your nation, you will not go home.

4. Enjoy your immortality while it lasts.

The nations stood in silence as they read and analyzed the words.

"This sounds fun!" Russia finally exclaimed, breaking the silence. Latvia immediately hid behind Estonia, who jerked at this and hid behind Belarus.

"Hang on," China started, backing up as Russia withdrew a length of pipe from his coat. "It's just a piece of paper, aru! There's no reason to do anything drastic, aru..."

"But it explains everything, da?" Russia responded, smiling as he twirled the pipe in his hands. "And I could use a little fun after that long meeting!"

"Yeah, bring it!" America responded, facing Russia and taking an exaggerated fisticuffs pose.

"What about the immortality part?" Liechtenstein said quietly.

"Don't worry about it," Switzerland replied, making sure he was ready to fire the gun slung over his shoulder. "It's all garbage."

"This island," Germany read aloud. "That gives us some hint as to where we are." He peered across the trees, musing over the first point and doing his best to ignore the fourth.

"Is it just me," Austria started slowly, "or has the building...?"

Some of the others turned towards where they had just left. There was absolutely nothing but more trees. No building in sight.

"Whoa, like, hang on," Poland said, running over to where the doors had just been, and wandering around. Nothing strange. Just trees.

"How does a whole building disappear like that?" Canada whispered.

"We're... stuck," finally concluded France, his breathing rate going up.

"We don't know that for sure," Germany responded, some of his composure starting to slip. "First we should at least make sure it actually is an island."

"Well, what does it matter?" Russia responded. "The paper already said it was an island. And I'd hate to put off any of this fun~!"

"We're exploring," Germany said firmly, marching off. Italy and Japan immediately started to follow him, while others joined the assembly a few moments later. The Baltic states hesitated, having no idea whether it was safer to stay with Russia or run off and risk making him mad. But once Poland came and dragged Lithuania after the others, the three went ahead with everyone.

The forest passed by them in eerie silence. It all seemed about the same: medium-height deciduous trees, an occasional bush, a few creeping vines. But soon the trees began to thin out, and, sure enough, a stretch of light blue water came to meet them. No other land masses were in sight.

"I don't like this," Latvia mumbled, looking down the shore, which swept on in a jagged arc.

America whooped, stripping off his jacket. "Now we know we can swim to safety!"

"We're nowhere near another landmass, at least not on this side," responded Switzerland.

"And besides," England added, crossing his arms, "you're a horrible swimmer. If anyone could make it a long distance, it would be me, not you. Although in your case, you at least have more than enough fat to float easily."

"Oh, bring it on!" America roared, kicking off his shoes.

"You two aren't serious, are you?" France reprimanded. "We're not close enough to swim anywhere! And besides..." He looked sideways uncomfortably. "If we can't even go back to the meeting building, do you really think we could escape that easily...?"

"Of course we don't," England sighed, leaning against one of the trees and staring out at the darkening waters. "We didn't come here through physical means, so it wouldn't make sense for us to leave like that..."

"Germany!" Italy suddenly wailed. "I left all of my pasta in the building!"

"Yeah, what are we going to eat?" America asked no one in particular.

"We can eat all we want once we kill each other and go home, da~?"

The Baltics inched a little further away from the one already brandishing his faucet pipe.

"We can't know that's not a trick!" Germany responded. "We'll just stick together, find some food, and—"

"And just stand around and think until we suddenly appear at home, aru?" interrupted China, gripping the wok he had brought in to serve food most of the others had ignored.

"We don't have any other real ideas," Germany countered. "But if we all just keep our heads—"

"Forget you!" hollered Romano. "I bet you're just trying to keep us from getting back, you sorry, potato-loving son of a—"

"We're not really going to kill each other, are we?" Estonia put out there shakily.

"It seems to be the only option!" Russia sang.

"This is crazy!" Switzerland yelled, pushing his sister towards the edge of the crowd so he could stand between her and everyone else. "Has everyone lost their minds?"

"Yeah! Like, there has to be some other way out!" interjected Poland.

"I agree," Germany responded. "We should at least explore the rest of the shore—"

"What, Germany?" Russia interrupted. "You don't want to follow the rules this time?"

"Just because a stupid piece of paper—!"

"Most rules to follow are on pieces of paper," Russia countered. "And, I, for one, believe..." he started to raise his pipe over his head— "...we should follow them!"

The nearest nation went down with a clang.

"He's lost it!" France yelled, pushing to the edge of the crowd, away from Russia.

"We're getting out of here," Switzerland told his sister, shortly before grabbing her arm and running.

Italy had already sped a good few meters away but was wailing for Germany and Japan. Germany, distressed and having lost all control over the crowd, gritted his teeth and took off after him.

The nations continued to split off into groups running madly away from Russia, who had just about finished pounding Hungary's head in.

And so the game began.