Updating chapters won't take me this long in the future. My laptop was smashed so life just made it that much more difficult to type.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia. One can only dream

"This is definitely NOT McDonald's!" Alfred began to panic.

"Wh-What? Why the bloody hell are you talking about McDonald's right now? Don't you see that we have a more pressing matter than some stupid fast food restaurant?" Arthur huffed.

Alfred's eyes grew wide in surprise, and then narrowed in disgust.

"Don't you DARE badmouth the greatest franchise in American history!"

Arthur closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Look," he began, "I don't know if you have some sort of mental disorder or if you're just too stupid to read the mood, but we're currently tied up on an island. Now, if you would, please calm down about me offending your precious franchise and untie me."

The American thought about it. Should he help this uncultured swine? He supposed that it would be nice if he himself was untied. "Fine," he pouted. Alfred rolled over to the Englishman so that they were facing each other.

"Well fuck," Alfred said, "I either gotta go around ya or through ya."

Arthur was growing a bright red. The American was so close to his face. It didn't help that he was pretty cute. Fuck, no. He immediately pushed that thought out of his head. Damn heat was screwing with his brain. "Pardon? Through me? What the hell does that me-" He was cut off mid-sentence when Alfred tried to roll over him but failed and fell back down.

"What the fuck was that!? What the hell are you trying to do?" Arthur's face was growing even brighter.

Alfred looked at him innocently. "Trying to get over you so I can untie you."

Arthur couldn't believe the stupidity that manifested itself in the human that was way too close him. "If that's what you wanted to do," he growled, "I could've just TURNED. AROUND."

"OoooooohhhhhHHHHHH! Stupid Alfred, how could I have missed that?"

While the other was busy chastising himself, Arthur prepared for the biggest headache of his life.

"I don't even know how I ended up here! I was just giving Lovino his hug therapy and then I went outside to get some fresh air because fresh air is nice and then next thing I know I'm on a beach! Don't get me wrong, Mr. Scary German Man, I like beaches but not when I'm tied up and confused. Well, I guess if a pretty lady tied me up I wouldn't mind, but you're not a pretty lady and German ladies kind of scare me sometimes. No offense, but they're more rugged than I am!" The rambling Italian noticed the German's face grow irritated. "Ahhh! Sorry! I'll be quiet now! I didn't know that I made you mad, Mr. Scary German Man!"

"Hey! You two!" The two snapped their attention to the owner of the voice. "Do you understand English?" Arthur asked as he approached them.

Feliciano's face lit up. "Yes! Except I don't know about Mr. Scary German Man. I've been talking to him for like five minutes and he hasn't said anything back. Wait, are you a pirate? Are you going to make me walk the plank? Please don't! I'll do anything!"

Arthur cursed when he realized that he was still in the pirate costume. His green eyes flicked over to the German. The man gave off such a pissed off vibe that Arthur nearly jumped.

"I understand English," Ludwig said.

"Great! Okay, so first thing's first," Alfred shined, "as the hero, I'll untie you!"

Despite the growing fear of the German, Arthur and Ludwig exchanged 'is this kid fucking serious' glances as Feliciano cheerily smiled with the American.

The four all set out to untie the others. Oddly enough, everyone on the island was able to speak English, despite them all being from different countries. They all gathered in a circle to discuss what will happen next.

"Okay, we have everyone untied, yes?" Ludwig asked.

Everyone in the circle nodded their heads in agreement.

"Good. Now, does anyone have any idea as to what we are doing on this island?"

Alfred shot his hand up. "Ooooh! Pick on me!" he begged.

Ludwig sighed. "Okay, go."

The American shot him a happy smile. "Shouldn't we start off with introductions? You know, name and country and all that good stuff?"

"I suppose you are right. I'll start and we'll move to the left. My name is Ludwig Beilschmidt, I am 20 years old, and I am from Germany. Next."

"My name is Feliciano Vargas and I'm also 20! I am from Italy!"

"I am Honda Kiku, um, I believe it is Kiku Honda in western nations. I am 23 years old and from Japan."

"I am Wang Yao, or Yao Wang in western nations. I'm from China and I am 4000 years old."

Everyone in the circle shot him a funny look. Feliciano and Alfred gawked, fully believing him.

"Oh, wait, not 4000. Wrong number, aru. Wǒ èrshíqī suì. I am 27 years old."

"Hello, everybody. My name is Ivan Braginski. I am 26 years old and come from Russia." He gave a smile that sent chills down everyone's spines.

Francis scooted away just a tad. "My name is Francis Bonnefoy, mes amours. I come from the romantic country of France and I am 26."

"I'm Alfred F. Jones from the U.S.A.! I'm 19 years old and will rescue you all!"

"My name is Arthur Kir-" He furrowed his rather large brows. "I think there's a note on that tree over there."

Alfred jumped up and ran to go get it. The others were quick to follow.

"Well?" Arthur said with growing impatience, "Can you tell us what's on it? Or can you not read?"

"Dude, it's in like twenty different languages." Alfred said. "Yao, I think the first part is in Chinese."

"Let me see," Yao said. "Hello, looks like you have figured out how to get out of the ties." He read all he could and passed it back to Alfred. Alfred assessed the language and then passed it to Ludwig.

"You must do your best to survive this island." Ludwig then passed the paper to Francis.

"You also must do your best to survive what is on this island." He looked up in confusion.

"What do you mean, 'what is on this island'? Isn't it just us on here?" Ludwig asked.

"I'm positive it says that." Francis gave the paper to Feliciano with growing worry.

"No matter how hard you try to get everyone to survive, there will only be one winner." Feliciano looked up with an upset look on his face. "One winner? Is this a competition or something?"

Kiku broke his silence. "I think they, whoever they are, are trying to kill us, like one of those survival shows. We are probably being filmed right now."

"So… It's like the Even Stevens Movie?" Alfred said.

Everyone looked at him. "What?" Francis said.

"I guess you guys haven't seen it. It's an American movie where this family was sent to a vacation island but they were all tricked into thinking that something really bad was happening. In the end, they figured out that they were being recorded and made into a reality TV show. So is that what's happening to us? Except we were probably all drugged and brought here against our will. But do you get me?"

"As strange as that sounds, I think you are right. These people want us to kill each other, though," Ivan contributed.

Feliciano's eyes were brimming with tears. "Kill each other? Mio dio, I don't think I can do that! Oh, I hope I never have to kill anybody! I don't want to…to…to die, either."

"Don't worry, mon cher, there will be no killing taking place on this island. Right?" Francis wrapped an arm around Feliciano.

"Of course not! And as the hero, I'll make sure of it!" Alfred beamed. Everyone sighed, but Feliciano sniffled and smiled.

"Now that we've settled the obvious, let's get going with this note." Arthur said.

The paper was passed to Ivan. "You are very far from civilization. Do not try to swim away or make a signal fire. You will not be found by anyone except death." Everyone swallowed. The note was then passed to Kiku.

"Good luck. There is a lot of money being bet on each of you." Arthur was the next to receive the note.

"Represent your country well." When he finished, everyone was silent.

AN: Lots of dialogue, I know. Gomen. Really short chapter, but I want to leave the rest for the next chapter (well obviously lol idk where I was going with that sentence)