I OWN NOTHING!

"Ugh, what the bloody hell just happened?"

"Dude, Iggy, your foot is totally on my spleen!"

"Aiyah! Where are we, aru?!"

"Oh, this looks like fun, da?"

"Mon dieu, my beautiful face!"

"Ve~! Germany! Germany! Where are you?! I can't see anything! Germanyyyyy!"

"Italy! Calm down! I'm right beneath you."

"Well, this certainly is unexpected."

"CHE PALLE?! WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Oh, you're here, too? Muy bueno~!"

"Oi! West! Your butt is crushing me!"

"Ow, mein head!"

"Maple!"

It was supposed to be just a regular World Meeting. Travel to wherever the destination, arrive at the building, sit down, listen to one boring speech after another (or sleep, draw, poke the person next to you, laugh at other countries, check reflection, etc.), argue, get physical, get broken up (and yelled at) by Germany, end the meeting, then go home. The usual.

What the countries did NOT expect, however, was to be knocked out by some sort of gas (minus the nations who were already sleeping) while listening to America talk about how a genetically engineered replica of Superman would "totally bring about world peace dudes!", and wake up in a pitch black room all piled on top of each other to the sound of Italy's screams.

And they certainly didn't expect the bright flash of light that immediately followed afterwards.

"VE! I'M SORRY! I SURRENDER!" Italy shrieked, while pulling out a familiar cloth object. "DON'T HURT ME! WHITE FLAG! WHITE FLAG!" "SPAIN! PROTECT ME, YOU BASTARD!" Romano had by now latched onto Spain, which apparently sent the Hispanic nation into a seventh heaven of sorts.

As the light slowly dimmed, the nations were able to make out their surroundings. It appeared that they were in a fairly large room, by the looks of it. The walls were painted a medium purple, and there was a fireplace on the wall, providing some wanted light into the fairly dim room. There were couches and chairs strewn about the room and a skull-and-crossbones rug on the floor (Germany wouldn't let Italy go near it). The only difference between that room and a normal one was the considerable lack of windows. There were, however, three small closet doors lined up on one side of the room, but they were all locked. By the looks of it, there was no way to escape.

"Well, what do we do now?" China looked around at all the other nations. "It seems like we're stuck here, aru."

"HAHAHA! I say we find a giant drill and make a huge hole in the wall! I'll do it, of course, 'cause I'M THE HERO!" America's laugh alone was enough to cause the walls to vibrate.

"You bloody idiot! Where are we going to find a drill?! I say we wait until whomever captured us opens the door, or wall, or whatever, and then make a run for it!"

"Well, I disagree with both Amerique and l'Angleterre!"

"Nobody asked you, frog!"

"I say we get a whole lot of white flags and wave them everywhere~! I have plenty for everyone, see?"

"This looks like the perfect time to have everyone become one with me, right?"

"Aiyah! Get away from me, you freak!"

"Get your hands off my waist, tomato bastard!"

"Aww, but Roma…"

"Kesesese!"

"Shut up, you undignified buffoon!"

"This is why I sense the mood and refrain from speaking…"

"Who are you?"

"I'm Canada…"

"EVERYONE SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP!"

That shut everyone up. No one messed with Germany when he was pissed off. "Now", he started. "We need to think of a logical plan to get ourselves out of this apparent prison, and we will not act like dummkopfs! We will think like orderly, civilized, human beings, and absolutely NO, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES"-

"Why don't we just ask her?" Everyone stared at Russia. "I'm sorry, her?" Austria obviously didn't expect much, from the look on his face. "Da, her. She's right over there." He pointed to the corner.

Sure enough, there WAS a girl in the back corner. She looked around 14, with long brown hair, black eyes, and a black poofy dress. She was smiling. "Hello. How are you all this fine day?"

"How the hell did she get there?" That was the silent question on pretty much everyone's mind. The strange girl smiled again. "I'm so glad to see you all here together! How nice of you all to come!" A few moments passed. By now, everyone's eyes were on their mysterious guest. Deciding to break the silence, England cleared his throat. "I apologize, but who exactly are you?"

"Oh! Where are my manners?" The girl answered. "My name is MasteroftheMidnightYard, but you can just call me Master! Fits, no?" She was answered only by silence.

"Um, and what exactly is it that you want?" Germany demanded. "Oh, that's easy!" Master answered. "I have gathered you all here today for…" No one knew where that drumroll sound was coming from, but no one dared to ask.

"…A GIANT TRUTH OR DARE GAME WITH THE NATIONS!"

Silence.

"…The hell?!"

Master smiled again. "The people outside will send in their Truths or Dares through my trusty laptop, and thus, you will all be challenged! And don't act like you don't think this is gonna be fun, 'cause I know you do!"

She clapped her hands together. "Now let's get started, shall we?!"

Alright! Let's list some things, so listen up, faithful reviewers!

-My preferred pairings are: GerIta, Spamano (OTP please don't screw with it), PruCan, RoChu, USUK, FrancexEverything-that-moves, and AusHun. However, PruHun, FrUK, Ameripan, and PruAus are perfectly acceptable.

-Please no hating on one specific character. I love all the world, and hopefully the world loves all of me (at least after this), so no character bashing. It might be okay if you're a roleplayer, but if you're not and you hate a character, just leave them out of your requests. Don't put me in such pain, please! *puppy eyes*

-There can be sex scenarios, and there sure as HELL will be sex scenarios. What did you expect with an M-rated fic? Pink fluffy unicorns dancing on rainbows? Well, Iggy IS in this fic…

-I will not accept co-host/esses right away, but if I ever decide that I will, I'll alert you guys.

-After around the 5th-7th chapter, if you guys want me to bring in any more characters, I will be happy to do so. Just as long as it doesn't get to numerous. I'm hopefully a good enough writer, but still.

-Please review! Let's tortu-um, play with our victi-I mean nations!