"No!" America cried though the storm as the little ship bounced on the waves. Canada, his twin and neighbor, cultch his arm and the railing.
"ALFRED" he called hopping America human name would snap him out of it. You see the twin invited the axis and allies (expect Russia who showed up anyways) on a fishing trip near the tip of Florida when the storm showed up otta nowhere. The waves throw the fishing boat like a Raggie-ann doll. England was almost thrown off the ship but was caught by Germany.
"Get below deck!" America called. Germany nodded and drag the below deck were the other countries were. America grab the wet bar and the twins shuffled they way towards them.
"Non!" France called they turned and the last thing Canada saw was the waves as they crashed into him.
*****much later*****
"Nng…"Canada opens his Eyes, than closed them ageist the afternoon sun. "Wait… afternoon sun?" Canada thought as he sat up. He was on a white sandy Beach, alone. Canada started to panic and use his twin telphi "Al?...Al!... Alfred where are you?"
"Over here!" He herd his Brother call. He was about a hundred yards up the beach, racing towards him. "are…*pant* okay?"he asked breathing heavily.
"I think so, where are we?"
"You are on castaweege, as my people call them." They both jumped as an unfamiliar voice spoke. They turned their heads to see a child no older than 10 lean ageists a palm tree, studying them. "I'm Casa Weges. Welcome to my Island.