America's eyes opened slowly, and he groaned as pain came crashing onto his head. Looking around, he caught sight of some of the other nations, a couple already awake, a few waking up as well, but most of them were still lying, almost lifelessly, on the ground.

America didn't recognize the room around him. It was simple and empty, him and the other nations were the only things inside it, and it was small. It seemed like a simple box, the walls, floor, and ceiling were all a blank white, and there was no visible entrance or exit.

'How'd I get here?' America asked silently. He didn't know what to do, but some of the others that had woken up were trying to wake their friends up as well.

America tried to see who was there. He saw Japan, and Russia, and Spain, and he was about to look some more when he realized someone else was right in front of him.

Someone as in Mr. Forgotten, none other than the famous Canada himself. Well, more like not-really-so-famous Canada.

"Mattie!" America whisper-yelled. "Dude! Wake up!" America shook the other blond, who groaned and shifted before slowly opening one violet-blue eye.

"Al?" He asked sleepily, trying to prop himself up on his arm. "What's going on? Where are we?"

"I have no idea, dude. But do you remember what happened before all of this?"

Canada slowly looked around the room, still trying to keep awake, and turned back to America. "I-I think I sort of remember that lady, the one who said she was the CEO or somethin', went all crazy and said something a 'game' or whatever." He paused to yawn. "Honestly, Al, I really don't remember. Why don't you go ask someone who might- wait... Where's Kumajuma?"

America let Canada be as he began to frantically look for the polar bear he always carried around, trying to recognize anyone else. The first thing he saw were the eyebrows, and he knew that the world was about to get at least two times grumpier if the Englishman saw him as well. America could see the green eyes face his way, and meet his own, but before either of them could react, a loud voice spoke, as if from a speaker.

"Well, well, well! Looks as if you all are awake now! Did you enjoy your little naps?" The voice was warped, and it would be impossible to recognize it as anyone America knew, though he could tell it was at least female.

"Who the heck are you, and where have you brought us?!" America turned to see Romano screaming at nothing, trying to get the voice's attention. "Just let us go home already!" (Oh yeah, I don't swear or even like using **** so everything in Roma's sailor language will be just lesser words like idiot and heck bcuz yah)

"Aww, but don't you want to play this game with me? It'll be fu-un! I'll even come out to explain the rules to you!"

"Just tell us what's going on!" England was the one yelling this time.

"Okay, okay, I will. You guys are gonna have to play the game though, I might as well come out anyway! Oh, unless you want to be trapped from the others, or possibly killed by a glass wall, I would move over to the left side of the room if I were you! And by left I mean the side America is on, thank you!"

America only just realized how close to the wall he was. The other countries, probably assuming it would be better to move aside for now, all went near him and made sure they were in a small area of the room.

"Good!" The voice was a lot less warped now, and the countries heard a beep before a slot opened up in the middle of the ceiling, going all the way across, and a clear wall slid down, hitting the ground. A door-sized piece of the white wall on the side opposite of the countries slid open and America could hear the quiet click clicking of heels, slowly growing louder. The area outside the newly-made hole in the wall was dark, but America was able to make out a shadowy figure stepping through.

"So countries, ready to play the game?" The person spoke as they stepped into the light of the white room. America's eyes widened when he saw the tanned, freckled skin, hazel eyes, and dark brown hair. Echo was standing there, she was the one who had gotten them into the room.

But she was different from before. While her eyes were seemingly shining with cheerfulness beforehand, now they were narrowed. While her smile was a slight, kind one, now it was more of an evil smirk. America suddenly felt worried about what was about to happen to himself and the others. It seemed none of the other countries knew what to do, many of them ended up talking worriedly amongst each other.

"Anyway, let's start! This is a little different from any other game you've ever played before, but still worth it, at least for me! You will be living here, not in this exact room, however, until I say otherwise. You will have no contact with the outside world, and nobody will be told of your location, they would most certainly want to rescue you, and we can't have that!

" But anyway, you will be living here, and every week, at the exact same time and day, 3 PM on Saturday, one of you will be killed. And not in a peaceful way. You will all be kept in front of the victim during the killing, of course though, you won't see it, we have made sure of that, and the country killed will be chosen randomly."

At this moment, America could see some countries, mainly Romano, however, looking as if they were ready to start screaming endless profanities at Echo, but others were keeping them quiet.

"And no talking while I explain this game," Echo continued. "I might decide to get rid of you if I find you too annoying." Her gaze turned into a glare, one directed specifically at England, though America didn't know why. "And that's not all! Afterwards, we'll execute an important person in the past victim's life, but only if they show the despair in their heart from the death. Which they will. Sorrow does strange things to people. Especially when they know they're about to all be killed off slowly, two by two a week.

"I'll tell you this person's role in the victim's life of course, I'm sure that alone can expose at least a secret or two! And this will continue to go on until I've had my fun, and who knows, you might get lucky and I'll decide to play nice again after the first round, though chances are you won't." Echo paused and giggled like a schoolgirl.

"I think that's about it! There's one more thing though, if any of you try to escape, I'll make sure your death it the most painful of them all, okay? And to those of you who really like your animals, I would suggest not looking in the shed." America had no idea what she meant when she said that, though her eyes flickered from Canada to Iceland multiple times. She looked down at her watch and faked surprise, gasping.

"Oh my! Only a minute and 27 seconds until round one!" Her face formed back into a grin, and she turned back around and walked out of the room, calling, "Tah-tah! I hope you won't be too scarred by the first death! That won't be as fun as seeing you slowly lose hope each and every time!" She broke out laughing, and it could be heard as she walked out, echoing throughout the hall before the hole slammed shut, the sound disappearing suddenly. The glass wall slid back up, and the room was left in shocked silence as the countries tried to process what had just happened.

'Who all is here anyway?' America asked himself as he skimmed the room.

Belarus, England, France, Ukraine, Russia, China, Japan, Canada, Italy, Romano, Germany, Iceland, Finland, Norway, Denmark, Sweden, Spain, Hong Kong, Poland, Lithuania, Switzerland, Liechtenstein, and Sealand. There were 23 others, but that's not what made America sick to his stomach.

It was the fact that one of the smallest countries, and a small micronation, had to be stuck in this situation as well. They weren't as young as they looked, but being physically younger, they were more innocent as well, they shouldn't have to be stuck in this.

America wished it was a dream, and he hoped that he would wake up, once this was all over, im and find himself in the middle of a world meeting, with other countries getting mad at him for falling asleep.

And though everything became pitch black, America didn't find himself in a world meeting. The countries surrounding him, shocked, began to talk, asking what was going on, or asking why it was so dark.

And when the lights came back on, the countries saw the red on the white, and stood in silence, trying to process the scene in front of them.

All was quiet, until a small, choked voice, though America couldn't tell which, for all he knew it could've been his own, spoke two simple words.

"B-big brother?"

Hehehe this could go anywhere. I want to see guesses on which big brother this is. Like seriously you guys don't have an exact because there are at least three big brothers this could refer to as of now. XD

Tah-tah!

~Kota