Author's note: Yeah, concepted around ... Christmas? I was honestly just writing and this is turning out to be one of my best works. -shot-

And don't complain because I used Native American tribes as tribal names. Seriously.


"Hello, konichiwa, hola, shalom, bonjour! Welcome to Survivor! More specifically, welcome to Fiji!" Rome grinned at the twenty-two contestants, who had been chatting happily among themselves for close to an hour until the new television host showed up. They learned a lot about each other which, some realized as the empire passed around a bag of colored stones used to determine teams, was probably not the brightest thing they had done in a while.

"Everyone have a stone?" The nations all nodded. "Excellent! Team leaders are the guys with the star carved in their rock." He smiled as two of the people strode forward. "Looks like Ludwig's going to be leading the Tutelo while Alfred's got the Saponi. All right guys, go get your things and follow me."

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- Alfred (America)

"Being chosen as the leader of my band of warriors comes as no surprise. I'm the obvious choice, y'know? But I don't think even I could lead some of these creeps. Ivan scares me, Arthur's a moron, and Roderich… We're not even into the first day and he's already whining. I don't know if the rest of my crew can handle it…"

-/

Two miles deeper into the unbearably humid jungle, Rome suddenly stopped next to an ld Jeep, causing most of those behind to run into each other. Roderich groaned and stood up, dusting himself off.

"Surely Fiji isn't this big? We're going in circles!"
"No, sorry. Actually, I hope you guys are still fresh; you've got a six-and-a-half mile hike from here to the campsite. Winners will obviously be the first team to cross the finish line. That tribe will get their first reward. Losers will be voting tonight. Don't get lost!" And with those encouraging last words, Rome hopped into the idling vehicle. "See you later!" he called as his assistant floored it. The last thing the nations heard was an ecstatic chuckle and then, "Not there, Mandy!"

Ludwig turned to Alfred. "How do you vant to split up?' The American chuckled and pointed at the double-arrow sign.

"Looks like you're going left. We'll handle the right. Good luck, bro!" He bounded down the path, closely followed by the other Saponi. Ludwig gritted his teeth.

"Come on, guys!" he called over his shoulder, motioning his own tribe forward.

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-Natalia (Belarus)

"I'm worried now. At first, Ludwig seemed like he'd be a decent leader – better than that silly American at least. But after seeing him falter into pure stupidity as the Saponi raced by, I'm not sure us Tutelo can risk having that buffoon lead us. I want to win as much as the next guy, but if we lose every challenge like I have a feeling we are… Ugh, if we lose this, I will personally make sure our 'leader' is the first one gone"

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