Island Of False Truths
"DUDES! The hero's here with great news!" Alfred barged into the conference room, late as usual. "I've found a new countries lands!" Everybody rolled their eyes.
" Are you sure it wasn't somebody else's lands?"
"Quite," Arthur replied as he entered the room, quieter than his former charge. Everybody stopped joking around.
"Vell, vere is it?"
... ...
~le time skip of le majesticness~
The countries stepped off the boat onto the island. Calmly, or as calmly as the mentally unstable countries could be, they explored the island.
~ le time skip of le majesticness~
A dogs barking sounded and the countries perked up. So far, everything had seemed abandoned. Their discomfort quickly returned, however, when they caught sight of the dogs... Or at least, what used to be dogs. Now, it was a pack of rotting corpses. A bang sounded and a bullet shattered the first dogs skull. But it continued running. Alfred reloaded his pistol.
"DUCK!" The countries did as ordered, not sure who or where the command had come from. A large net went flying overhead and caught the corpses. The countries stood and looked around, finally catching sight of a young boy, about twelve. "I'm guessing you're the newbies who were foolish enough to come here," he murmured, pityingly. "Don't expect to be a-leavin any time soon- the foruals just sunk your ship." The countries looked to each other with dread. They might not know what foruals were, but they did know that this wasn't going to be a pleasant stay.