A/N: Ellos there! Ice here! I just about finished my Mid-years, so… yeah! More stories… I'm really sorry about my other stories, I promise I won't abandon them, in fact I'm going to update really soon, so stay tuned!

Anyway, I'll probably be co-writing this story with Flying Mint Bunnies 123, so check her out (that is, when she updates), so…. Onwards!

Hetalians play: Truth or Dare!

Part 1-Shipwrecked

"We're going down!"

The scream rang through the cabins of the nations on board the tiny ship.

Miraculously, through the raging storm, the crashing of the sea and the wild roars of thunder, the desperate scream managed to rouse even the sleepiest of nations. Doors were flung open as panicked feet thundered down the hallways, as the nations pushed and shoved to get onto the deck first.

After what seemed last longer than it should have, every single nation on board was shivering on the deck, their faces deathly pale in the crackling light of the lightning flashing above them as the rain poured down.

"What are we going to do? Goddamnit, where is that bastard Englishman when we need him?" A heated Italian voice cried.

"It's not rike he can come down, he's the captain, and the captain never abandons ship tirr the very rast!" An unnervingly calm Japanese voice replied.

As if on cue, a familiar English voice crackled over the loudspeaker.

"Every bloody one of you, clean out your ears and listen up! This is the final order. Jump ship! I repeat, jump ship, this very instant!"

All the nations froze. Surely not…?

"Well, what are you waiting for? I said, jump ship! This is an order!"

Someone whimpered in the crowd. Was he really sacrificing himself to…?

"Look, I'm going to be fine, damnit! I'm the United bloody Kingdom, Sailor of the Seven seas, former Pirate, Captain of Starboard! I've been in this situation for too many times to do something stupid. For the last time, I say, jump ship, or die!"

The nations understood that they had no choice anymore.

A few splashes later, they were all in the deathly clutches of the raging ocean, swimming for their lives.

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Germany was the first to wake up.

The blonde groaned as he sat up, head still ringing with the crashing of the sea as he struggled to remember what had happened to him.

Slowly, it came back to him. The salty water engulfing his mouth time and again. The waves throwing him around like some ragdoll. And how, after forever, his feet touched land.

He struggled to his feet, groggy and disoriented, as he looked around. Bodies of unconscious nations lay scattered around him. He looked around dismally, getting a strange feeling of déjà vu. Why was this so familiar…?

Then it struck him.

This was the island where he faced the noppera, where so many terrible memories were created. Germany was not one to believe in karma, but this was way too much of a coincidence to be real.

Germany felt sick. He felt as though Fate was playing a cruel trick on him.

Sitting down on the sand, he watched the waves while waiting for his fellow nations to wake up as he thought bleakly of his future.

End of Part 1

A/N: This is the start of the Great Games, where the sanity of the nations will be worn down to their thinnest and their secrets revealed one by one. Muahahahahahahahaha!

Feel free to send your truths or dares in the comments, I will try my best to write them out. Just a note, no sex, no explicit stuff, just something up to the T rating. So… adios for now!