Thick, crimson pools of life escaped the small figure, staining the room of white. Sterile tools sliced away at young flesh and soft bone. "Why are you doing this to me?"
"To make you just like Daddy."
"Germany! Look, Germany, a pretty sunset!" Yelled the hyperactive Italian, Feliciano, even though his friend was squashed between him and the next person. Even when squeezed in the small, bright orange life boat after their original boat began to sink, he remained as loud and happy as ever. Nobody knows how the boat sank, nor what happened to the other life boat that was supposed to be in the emergency kit, all they knew now was they were stuck in the smallest life boat that would fit all of them inside with nothing but a stale loaf of bread and a half a liter of water to eat and drink, and the ominous dark clouds on the horizon didn't make things seem any better. As darkness fell the clouds grew ever closer, and the grumble of both thunder and hungry stomachs grew louder.
"Is this bread the only thing in here to eat?" Alfred, the loud American, asked, rummaging through the emergency kit for the third time. It was empty, except for a few bandages nobody needed, some matches and some alcohol for sterilizing wounds.
"Yes," replied Kiku, the quiet Japanese man, calmly, "and since we don't know how long we'll be stuck on this boat we will have to make it last, sadly he was too late as the American had already downed half of the loaf. After quite the debate about whether or not to throw the man overboard they decided that it'd be best not to, even if the only reason was in case they run out of food and decide to result to cannibalism, his fat would keep them going for weeks. Ludwig, also known as Germany, took out a slice of bread and divided it amongst the group, excluding Alfred of course, despite his constant whining. As they finished their bread a loud crack of thunder, and a few droplets of rain, announced the start of the storm. It was going to be a rough night.