Every Countryhumans wakes up, washed up on an abandoned island. Its a small but big island. A forest in the back, they were all in a big yacht but it sunk and now they are on this island.

America: "Where...are..we..?"

Russia: Coughs up water. "An island...?"

Canada: Still unconscious.

Poland: "What..."

Its still daytime. Everyone is either conscious or unconscious. UN is flying with his angelic wings as his glowly eyes lights up the dark sky.