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HetaSurvivor Episode 1
"Hello! This is your host, Belgium and you're watching HetaSurvivor! This is the show where I put your favorite countries on a deserted island; make them do stupid challenges, survive six weeks on the island, and the winner gets the new county, Atlantis! What do you think of this Atlantis?" cheered Belgium.
"Well… I still don't know what to think. I was only discovered about a month ago and now I'm a prize for a stupid game show," mutters Atlantis.
"Wow… Harsh… Well let's announce our teams. We have two teams of fifteen and here they are! On the Red Team is: England, Russia, and Switzerland! Spain, Norway, and Austria! Latvia, Egypt, and Romano! Iceland, who? Oh, Canada, and Liechtenstein! Prussia, Estonia, and Japan! And there's your Red Team! Now let's ask some of the Red Team how they think of this. What do you think of this, England?" Belgium asks looking at England.
"I think that I will win Atlantis, but who can say at the moment who will win." England says coolly.
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England: I am going to win and they're ALL going to go down one way or another. I'm going to take this slow and strategically. No way am I going to let any of those wankers take her.
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"Well how gentlemen like of you. Now let's ask Prussia on how he thinks of this," announces Belgium.
"Kesesese! Of course the awesome me is going to win!" Prussia yells mockingly.
"O…Kay… Let's ask you… umm," Belgium thinks quietly.
"It's Canada…" Canada whispers.
"Oh yes! Canada, my brother talks about you all the time! Well what do you think?" ask Belgium, leaning in to hear what Canada has to say.
"Well, my brother, America, made me do this so… I don't know…" Canada whispers as he puts his head down.
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Canada: I really don't think this is fair for Atlantis… Why did that hoser make me join this, Kumachiki?
Kumajirou: Who are you?
Canada: I'm Canada.
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"Oh well… Let's move on to the next team. The Blue Team is: America, Denmark, and Italy! Hungry, Sweden, and Belarus! Greece, Poland, and France! China, Ukraine, and Finland! Turkey, Germany, and Lithuania! And that's the Blue Team! Let's see how some of them think of this. What do you think of all this America?" cheers Belgium sweetly.
"It's great to be here! It's sad though I'm not on the same team as Iggy, my boyfriend," America has a big stupid grin on his face.
"You two are lovers?" Belgium's eyes light up in amusement.
"Most certainly not! I would never love that wanker!" England yells from his chair.
"Don't deny it," snickers America with a defiant look on his face.
"What's there to deny, fatty?" huffs England, not amused by America's false claim. America's face tightens to an angry expression. He gets up and picks up his chair to throw at England.
"Well, while they feud lets go to commercial," sighs Belgium fighting to keep the smile on her face. She then hurries to take the chair from America.
~Commercial Break~
"And we're back! Now with the two calmed down we can put them into the plane to take them to the island!" announces Belgium as the audience goes mad in cheering.
~England's Point of View~
'God we're over ten thousand feet in the air and I'm going to be stuck on a deserted island with these people…' I look around to see my 'teammates' either chatting or sleeping. I pull out my book, which no doubt they're going to take when we land.
My eyes flutter open and shut. I haven't been sleeping well so I really could use the sleep before this deserted island game show. Finally I give in, mark my book and darkness takes over my vision.
~Canada's Point of View~
I sit quietly on the plane as it flies over the sea. I'm sitting next to England, who is sleeping soundlessly next to me. (But probably doesn't know I'm here.) Russia kindly took the seat next to Latvia and is teasing like crazy and as a result, Latvia is crying waterfalls. Romano and Spain are sitting in the row across from England and I and all I can hear is bickering, yelling, and a slap here and there. Prussia sat relentlessly next to Austria behind us and for them it has been nothing but awkward silence and a few petty arguments between the two on how Prussia is so 'awesome' and how Austria is an uptight sour-puss. Japan and Estonia chat quietly and every so often laugh. Egypt quietly sits quietly in the back of the plane, and never blinks once, like he's sleeping with his eyes open. Switzerland and Liechtenstein sit in front of us and don't talk. In fact, I think there both sleeping on each other's shoulders. Iceland and Norway sit next to each other in the very front of the plane. I hear no conversation between the two. Every so often I can see their mouths move but expressions stay the same, blank or serious.
I look over at England who is ever so sleeping soundlessly and peacefully next to me. I've always had this little crush on my former guardian but I know he loves America more than me so I push the thought out of my head and I think about Kumacherio instead. Kumacherio isn't here with me because they made me leave him at the studio after our interviews with Belgium. Belgium promised me that Netherland's would take care of him for the time being, so relentlessly I let him go. I sigh heavily and look out the window. Clouds roll by and you can occasionally see the sea below us. My eyes grow heavy at the sight and finally they shut, but they snap open as I hear Belgium on the speaker.
"Ok, passengers! We are here over the island!"
I look over to see England still sleeping so I try to shake him awake. He snaps awake immediately.
"What the bloody hell, America! What are you doing here? You're on the wrong plane." He yells.
"I'm Canada, not America," I sigh.
"Oh! Canada, I'm sorry about that. Well why did you wake me than, lad?" he asked in a polite and gentle way that makes me blush.
"Belgium just said that we're here over the speaker. I though you would want to know," I whisper.
"Oh, well thank you. So we're here?"
"Well that's what she said," I replied.
England leans over me and I blush like crazy, but he's only looking out the window. "But we're still about five thousand feet in the air."
"Sorry about the wait, the speaker blew," announces Belgium as she walks in, "Ok, now look under your seats and put them on!"
I look under the seat with England and we find one parachute and two harnesses. We look at each other in confusion and then we put the pieces together.
We have to jump out of the plane. With one parachute for the both of us. Onto the island.
"I guess you get the parachute on and I'll clip us together," huffs England, "Here I'll even help you put it on.
~England's Point of View~
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England: I'm only being nice to Canada because he might be good for an alliance. So you out there keep your heads out of the gutter.
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I helped Canada into his harness for the parachute. His slender body slid right into the harness like a glove. I don't know if it was just me but I could swear he's blushing like mad. I shake my head and buckle the harness and put the parachute on Canada. Canada then helps me into my harness and is shaking like mad.
"It's okay Canada," I sooth Canada. He just nods and continues tying the straps and buckling the buckles.
Finally I'm all harnessed and Canada finds the clip on the back of my harness. He struggles but eventually clips us together. I look around at the others, thanking god I didn't get Russia. Poor, poor Latvia who has to be clipped with Russia… I hear a loud slap and of course Romano and Spain where paired together and Spain had to do something to his Romano, or so he claims. I see Switzerland and Lichtenstein, Iceland and Norway, and Prussia and Austria clipped together. Estonia and Japan are still tiring to clip themselves together and Egypt is alone on this. 'Lucky, he gets own parachute.' I think but it's nice to know that you have someone there with you. 'Canada is a nice guy so I'm not complaining.' I think to myself. Finally we're all clipped with our 'partner'.
"Okay we're right over the island so get ready to jump. When pulling out the parachute pull the Redcord, than the Blue one," giggles Belgium as she shows us the red and blue cored. "Now who's going to go first? No volunteers? Well than let draw from this hat," she lifts up a top hat out of nowhere. She puts her hand into the hat and shuffles around. Finally, after what seems like an hour of suspense, she pulls out a piece of paper. "Prussia and Austria go first," she cheers.
"What! That's bull s-"but Prussia is cut off.
"We'll go first," said Canada.
"Oh great!" Belgium cheered, "Step on over here."
"What Canada?" I whispered as we walk over to the opening.
"I want to be first down on the island to get supplies before anyone else or explore the area as we wait if there aren't supplies," Canada whispered back.
I look as Canada in amazement. I should have thought of that. Maybe Canada will be a good ally after all. "Good point. Let's go before anyone takes our turn," I whispered silently into his ear. He shivers like mad, as if he enjoyed it.
We step in front of the opening and we're blown almost away. Canada whispered in my ear, "Are you ready?"
"Yes, let's go," I whispered and nodded my head.
Canada wraps his arms around my waist and said, "I-I'm scared," Suddenly I remember Canada as a small little colony that I raised all those years ago. I smile at the thoughts how he would get nightmares, and unlike his brother who would wet the bed, he would ask if he could sleep with me and I would allow him to. I grasp one of his hands and entwine my fingers with his. I could literally feel the heat of his blush radiating off his cheeks. Before I was truly ready, Canada jumps. I scream at first but I realize it wasn't so bad, but Canada holds me tighter. I look back to see him with his eyes shut tight and his face buried into the back of my head.
"Canada, open your eyes. It's not so bad, look," I yell to Canada. He opened his eyes slowly and I can see his violet eyes. Then he panics as he reaches for the red and blue cored. He pulls the red cored then the blue one. We get sucked up and it makes me gasp in shock.
Soon we fluttered down slowly. Canada was holding me tight, like if he lets go I would fall to the earth. Normally, If I was held like that I would demand to be let go but right now I'm scared to my wits end because I think if he lets go, these harnesses would break and I would fall to my demise, but I can't let anyone know that. I don't intend to die or be voted off on the first day.
The gorgeous scene is breath taking. Finally Canada breaks the long silence, "This is beautiful, isn't it England?" he whispered, I could barely hear him.
"Yes, Canada, it truly is," I rest my head under his chin.
"England, we're close to the ground, so be ready to land," he whispers.
By the look of it, we're going to land about three yards off the coast into the water. About a minute after my prediction we fall into the coast to the island, but farther than I anticipated. We were in the deep water where I couldn't touch the sandy bottom. I panic because I can't swim, even though formally I was a pirate. The damn clip broke free so I am no longer attached to Canada and this harness is making me sink faster. I sink father and farther down, and I realize I'm about a few yards under. I lose all my air and my vision blanks. I realize and accept my fate… I was going to die.
~Canada's Point of View~
I came up from the water and realized England wasn't attached to me. I panicked and looked around I saw him sinking under the salty water. His eyes were closed and there was no air is coming up. I dive under and swam towards him, and if I hadn't been underwater the audience would have seen me cry. I swam faster as England hits the sandy bottom. I was almost there but I'm running out of air. I grabbed his arm and swim up back to the surface. 'Almost there…, England hold on, please.'
I reached the surface and gasp for air and breathe hard. I'm weak, out of breath, and wet. Then I pulled England out of the water. I had my head on England's chest. His heart was barely beating but he wasn't breathing. I panicked and realized what I had to do… CPR… 'Oh God, Oh God, Oh God…' I took in a deep breath and I lifted up his chin and leaned in close. I gulped heavily and realized 'I'm not kissing him, I'm saving his life. There's a difference.' I take a deep breath, open his mouth, press my lips to his, and blew air into his lungs. I placed my head on his chest and he was still not breathing. I blew again and again into his mouth and then placed my head on his chest. After the fourth time England coughed and water poured out of his mouth. I stared at him for a few split-seconds as his emerald green eyes opened. He looked around, and then looked at me. All I could think about was how happy I was. He was alive.
~England's point of View~
All I could remember was drowning to my grave but then waking up to see Canada, dripping wet, looking at me, smiling. Then I realize what he had done. He just saved me. He could have left me there to drown and he would have one less competitor to deal with, but he saved me. He slowly put me into a sitting position. I cough out more salty water and its burns my mouth and throat. Canada gently patted my back to help get the water out. More came pouring out. When I finally had the power to, I softly said, "Thank you, Canada, but why did you do it?"
He looked confused at first but then he looked down, like he couldn't look at me. Finally he softly said, "I don't know. When I saw you drown… I couldn't help but go and save you. It's just in my nature."
Canada had always had been a gentle and kind country. No matter who it was.
"You're okay now right?" he asked gently.
I was confused by his words at first but I realize what he was asking and softly said, "Yes, lad, because of you I am." Canada blushes madly and averts my look again. Suddenly I looked up to see Spain and Romano landing about ten meters away from me and Canada. I realize, because of me, we didn't get to explore the area like Canada had planned, but I was too tired to be upset with myself right then.
Canada must have seen me with my tired expression because he lays my head on his lap. I looked up to see all the other people who I'm competing agents for Atlantis, float down. Its looks as if there raining from the sky, but I ignore the thought of raining countries, how this place is going to be living hell, how I'm going to make it through all of this, and the thought of me almost drowning if it wasn't for Canada. I ignore it all and close my eyes to a world of darkness.
~Canada's Point of View~
England has fallen asleep on my lap. I stroke his dripping wet hair out of his eyes and look up at the sky. The other competitors are raining down. The first to join us was Spain and Romano, and Romano was having one of his fits how Spain was messing with his curl all the way down. I ignored their bickering like I do France and England's or England and America's. The next to join us was Russia and Latvia, who was crying when he arrived. Followed by Prussia and Austria who were also bickering, then Norway and Iceland, which Norway kept saying 'onii-chan' to Iceland and Iceland was so bitterly denying saying it. Soon Norway quiets and Iceland blushes turning away. Then it was Switzerland and Liechtenstein, who was clinging on to Switzerland, and Egypt, who came down quietly, and finally Estonia and Japan. Spain and Romano came up to me and England, who was still silently sleeping on my lap, and asked, "So when did England have the likings for you Canada?"
I blush madly and say, "He's just resting because-" I stop. 'I can't tell them he nearly drowned', "Because he hasn't been sleeping well, that's all."
"Oh really?" Spain smirks, "Well okay, if you didn't want to tell me you should have just told me. You didn't have to make up an excuse," he winks, "Just tell me when you want advice for when he's gets 'feisty' ok?" and gestures to Romano.
"What are you implying, Spanish Bastard!" yells Romano.
They start bickering again so I look at England's sleeping face. He looks so peaceful. I think, 'Me and England together? That will never happen. Not with my brother, America, around.' I brush away England's some-what dry and messy hair out of his eyes again. 'Maybe I'll tell him my feelings and he'll think about it. Who knows, he might accept.' I mentally make up the plan in my head. 'I'll tell him tonight at the beach.' I smile at the thought and Belgium's voice sounds throughout the island. No doubt then the other team is set up on the other side of the island.
"Your first challenge is to make a shelter! You can find materials in the woods and same with supplies! GO!" Belgium yells.
What I do is, since England needs his rest, I lay his head gently on the ground, about a good twenty feet away from the tide, and cover him in my jacket. I might finish when it's late and cold out. I head into the woods and surprisingly, there are crates on the forest floor and in the trees, but it's mostly filled with boards, food and water canteens, or other things we might need. I grab the crate closest to me. It's filled with wood and nails. I drag the crate back to where England is laying. Going back into the woods, I see that a lot of crates are being claimed. I see one in a tree that's full of food and two water canteens. I climb the tall tree and the rough bark cuts me a few times, drawing blood. Wincing at the pain I climb on. Soon I reach the create and grab it by one of the rope handles and then sliding down the rough tree. I carry the crate back to England and go back one more time. There's one more crate I can see and it's up in another rough tree. This time I cover my hands with my sleeves and start climbing. I fall a few times because of the sleeves but eventually reach the crate and fling it to the ground. I jump out of the some-what short tree and I take the crate back to England.
Once I'm back with the sleeping England and two small and one fairly large crate, I decide to go through the crates like my fellow teammates. The first and large crate is full of wood boards, metal nails, but no hammer. 'Great, no hammer. I'll just use a rock or something.' The second create is full of dried fruit packages, dried meat, and two canteens filled with water. 'This should last us about a week.' The last crate had a knife, an axe, rope, an old book, and a matchbook. The old book looked as if it was written in French. 'Good thing I know how to speak French,' I think happily. I open the book and dust flies everywhere causing me to sneeze. A lot of the words are faded but readable, thankfully. It said; Chapitre l'une: Construction d'un Abri. I think what French I remember and I come out with it saying; Chapter 1: Building a Shelter. I read further on.
La meilleure façon de construire un abri est de s'assurer que toutes les poutres porteuses sont stables et fixés au sol. Quand cela est fait ajouter les murs, ce qui devrait être étanche afin vent ne peut pas passer au , ajoutez le toit qui doit être résistant à la pluie. Pour rendre cette herbe tissent, des branches, et d'autresplantes robustes à long dans la zone environnante.
It takes me a bit to read and translate but I eventually decipher it to:
The best way to build a shelter is to make sure that all the supporting beams are stable and secured to the ground. When that is done add the walls, which should be air tight so wind can't get through. Finally add the roof which should be rain resistant. To make this weave grass, branches, and other long sturdy plants in the surrounding area.
I look at the large crate and take out the four longest beams. They're a little longer than me, but only by about five inches. I think on how the sand will support the beams, and come up with, they won't. The sand is to soft and will never support the beams. I look behind me and think, 'Maybe camp in the woods would be better. I put down the beam I was holding and head into the woods.
I enter the woods and look around. There are lots of the low rough trees and every so often I see trees that are bearing a weird fruit I've never seen before. The fruit looks like a star and is a light green. I ponder about if it's edible, but shake my head and return to try and find a good place for a shelter. Then it comes to me, why not in the trees? I remember the day America and I made our first tree house. We had so much fun and England could never find us. Then I think 'I haven't seen America yet. I wonder if he's okay.' I sigh I look at all the good sized trees to find the right tree to put the shelter in. I turn my head to see Prussia standing there, leaning agents a nearby tree.
