((This is all improvised, we're just working off of one another. The secrets were planned ahead a time, but no actor knew the other's secret.))

The Victims: Rome, Germania, Baden and Prussia

Baden: How are we supposed to get out of here?!

Rome: How did we end up in this in the first place?

Germania: I don't think that matters right now! We just need to get out!

Prussia: If only there was a door, at least then I could shoot it open!

Rome: I've said it before and I'll say it again, your granddaughter is terrifying....

Germania: *thinks for a moment* Good.

Baden: I'm blaming England for this! *sees something* Look! There's a piece of paper...

Prussia: "In order to escape this mess, the time has come to confess." Does that mean we need to reveal secrets?

Rome: Anyone one have any better ideas?

Germania: We know it's not you.

Baden: Let's just do it.

Germaina: Rome, you first.

Rome: What? Why me?!

Germania: Just do it!

Rome: *thinks for a moment* Well, there was that one time... Germania, you'd remember this...

Germania: My grandchildren are here!

Rome: Alright! Force me to go into the depressing stuff, why don't you?!

Prussia: Depressing?

Rome: *slightly uncomfortable* I may or may not killed someone...

Baden: That's not a confession if your vague!

Rome: I killed Remus when we were younger, are we done with tormenting me?

*silence*

Baden: Ok... I'll go next... I thought it was funny to tease Prussia about her fear of wolves....

Prussia: What?! You better not have been the one who intimated howling to scare me!

Baden: I was... 

*feed cuts*

Germania: Please, stop trying to kill each other! Be civilized!

Rome: How the heck did you raise them?

Germania: It has nothing to do with my parenting!

Prussia: Ok! I think it's my turn... During my rebel phase in World War II, I...cut....

*Baden and Germania hug Prussia*

Prussia: Smothered! Smothered!

Baden: Grandfather, that leaves you.

Germania: This involves Rome, which I'm not happy about...

Rome: Go on...

Germania: I...immediately regretted killing you...

*silence* 

Baden: Shipping?

Prussia: Shipping.

Germania: Pardon you two?

Prussia: Oh look! A door!