There was a feeling that something was off from the moment the invitation was opened. Yet, the feeling was ignored and now ten frozen nations stand, waiting for their host to let them in. The door opens and a maid leads them to what is presumably the dining room.
"Please, have a seat" Their host says as he enters, his coat billowing behind him. Each nation takes a seat, noting with suspicion that their seats were already assigned. Their host takes a seat at the head of the table, pulling out a revolver. He reaches forward and places the revolver in the center of the table.
"Let's play a game" Russia says, "On the table before you is a six chamber revolver, armed with only one bullet. I assume you know the rules." He reaches forward and spins the revolver.
"Let's begin."
Each nation watches apprehensively as the revolver spins, knowing that there was no way out. One of them will not walk away. If only they had listened to that feeling when they opened the invitation. The revolver slows to a stop.
England is frozen, staring down the barrel of the gun. He reaches over and shakily picks up the revolver, spinning the cylinder.
Laughter can be heard, warming the old house. A young colony runs by, holding a horse over head.
"Slow down! No running in the house!" The child doesn't listen running off, his laughter still ringing in he air.
The Brit slowly aims the gun at his head.
England spins in a circle, holding his young colony above his head. The child is grinning, from ear to ear, giggling. England himself is also grinning. He pulls the little american close, humming a lullaby.
He pulls the trigger.
Click. He sighs in relief and places the revolver in the center of the table, spinning it.
A/N: So, we know 2 out of 11 nations. Who do you think the other 9 are? And who do you think will be next? Who do you think will be unlucky?