"I hate you."

"Oui, I know. You've only mentioned it two or three or twenty times in the past hour! Honestly, Angleterre you don't need to keep repeating it. You can only imagine what it's doing to my vulnerable psyche. It's like that one time—"

"Oh, just shut up already…stupid, bloody frog…"

"—And I couldn't sleep for a week! I'm not sure why you're so angry with me anyways. After all it's your fault that we're stuck here."

"My fault? My fault?! How on God's green Earth do you figure that this is my fault?!"

"You are the "captain" of the ship, non? So, therefore, it is your fault that we ran aground on the sandbar."

"I…You…Wha…THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

"Eh? Moi?! You must be joking."

"No I'm bloody well not! You're the one who wanted me to take you out on my new boat, you're the one who wanted to get a "closer look" at this island, and you're the one you tried to molest me when I specifically told you NOT to bother me because navigating around here is tricky!"

"Pff. Please, Angleterre. That was you practically begging for my attention and we both know it."

"Alright that's it! I've had enough of your idiocy. I'm going to pound you into a bloody pulp, wanker!"

"You wouldn't— Ow! Hey! Angleterre, stop! Merde, you really punched me…"

"That's right, frog! I— Ow! What in hell was that for?"

"My face! You punched my beautiful face!"

"You're damn right I did! Ow! France, you bastard! You're asking for it now!"

"Bring it on, mon ami!"

"Ah!"

"Ouch!"

"Gack!"

"Merde!"

"Take that!"

"Non, not my beautiful hair!"

"Argh!"

"Ow, ow, ow!"

"…"

"…"

"…It's too hot for this…."

"…Oui…"

"Ugh. Why are you still touching me, frog?"

"If it bothers you so much you should move, Angleterre."

"No way. You're the one touching me. You move."

"Non."

"Argh! Damn you! Move!"

"Non. I will not. I don't want to. And I think you secretly don't want me to either. That's why you haven't moved away."

"That's not it! It's just…I mean…it's too hot out here…"

"Onhonhonhon~! It's as I thought!"

"Oh, just shut up already… The Coast Guard is on its way. We'll be off this stupid island soon enough."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you didn't actually want to leave."

"…"

"Angleterre…Angleterre, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

"…"

"Ah! Stop touching me you—!"

"…"

"…"

"…"

"You're…way too good at this…you git…"

"Onhonhon~! …There's a reason why they call it French kissing, mon ami."

"Oh, just shut up already."

"Only if you make me."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Perhaps. But I'm not convinced you've got it in you Angl— Oh! Mmm, Angleterre…"

Yea…Not entirely sure where this came from. I've actually wanted to do a writing exercise like this where the entire story was just dialogue for a while now. I came up with this idea in the shower (which is apparently where I do all my thinking) and I figured why not. I'm not sure it came out as well as I would have hoped. Oh well.

Please review and let me know what you thought!

Thanks for reading!

imagination junkie