Since Italy was out first, he woke up first, covered head-to-toe in a gloppy, tar-like substance. So the obvious thing for him to do was screech loudly.
"GERMANYYYYYY~!"
Scraping brown crud off his face, he scurried around to the other sticky bodies that were lying on the ground, shaking them. One sat up right as Italy went to shake him, which scared him half to heck.
"Italy? Is that you?" It was France.
Italy perked up. "Big brother France?"
France ignored him as he entered a state of panic. "Aieee! Look at my hair! I'm ruined! No longer will these beauteous golden locks fall gently over my shoulder! RUINED, I SAY, RUINED!" He burst into tears.
England sat up next and put a hand to his head, pulling it away suddenly as he felt the brown substance. "Eugh. What is this stuff? France, did you do this?"
China sat up next, followed by Japan. "I see that we are all covered in this stuff." Said Japan placidly.
"Where's my panda?" China had noticed the loss of his bag. "He's gone, aru!"
"What happened?" America groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "Did we kill them?"
"Are we dead?" asked Russia, who was propped up on his elbows.
"Germany!" crowed Italy, who ran over to the other nation as he woke up.
"Verdammt, that hurt." he muttered, holding his head. Then he asked the first reasonable question. "Where are we?"
A cold gray room, with no definite light source and a rather high ceiling. As they squinted up at it, freezing liquid rained down on them.
"Aiyaa!" shouted China, covering his head with his hands. In seconds they were all soaked and shivering. But as the cold liquid cut through them, the tar melted off of them like oil and slid away, dissolved by the liquid.
Then it shut off.
"I'm f-freezing," said France, sliding back into his clothes and shivering miserably.
"It's not so bad," said Russia, cheerful as ever, though his coat was soaked. "It's like home, da?"
"For you, maybe," muttered England, pulling his soggy clothes tighter around himself."
"Does it not rain a lot at your place?" inquired Japan.
"Not this cold!" snapped England in response.
With a sudden, grinding, mechanical groan, a hold opened in the middle of the floor. All conversations stopped as they turned to stare.
"That's weird," said America, who was closest. "I can't see the-"
With hiss and another creak, the eight walls of the room moved inwards, confining the nations to a precariously small ledge. "Aieee!" said Italy as he lost his balance, threatening to tumble into the hole. Germany stretched out his arm and caught him, pulling him back to safety.
"Not cool!" hollered America and banged his hands on the walls.
With that, the walls stopped moving and the sounds of mechanisms around them fell silent. There was a momentary silence.
"Well, this is cozy," said France, who'd ended up pressed up against England.
England roared and turned around, fists swinging.
Which disrupted everyone else so thoroughly they fell shouting down the hole.