Thus, They All Died.

Ten little nations went out to dine,

One chocked his little self, and then there were nine.

Nine little nations with a new playmate,

He played too fiercely, and then there were eight.

Eight little nations questioning their brethren,

One discovered the fatal answer, and then there were seven.

Seven little nations on an island in the tropics,

The sun scorched one to death, and then there were six.

Six little nations just trying to survive,

One went mad, and then there were five.

Five little nations, one of them ignored,

He wandered off to find the truth, and there were four.

Four little nations hiding with an empty pantry,

The loss and hunger got to one, and then there were three.

Three little nations in need of rescue,

One tried to escape, and then there were two.

Two little nations left with a gun,

He sacrificed himself, and then there was one.

One little nation left all alone,

His end drew to a close, he should have known.

Thus, they all died.

Within the first few hours of the sixth of august, I sent exactly ten invitation letters to the ones I hate the most: America, Russia, England, Canada, France, Italy and his brother, Romano, Germany, Japan and, finally China. The countries were the results of my demise, of my falling. Although I am gone, I am still here, somehow, and I will have my vengeance.

Thus, they will all die.

Prologue of my newest series based off And Then There Were None by Agatha Christie.

Hope you Enjoy ;p The first chapter should soon pop up. In the meantime, I want to know the order in which the nations mentionned will die.