England felt a strong sense of DeJa Vu as he sat in the small boat, rowing and wishing his stomach would shut up. He had lost sight of the island hours ago and was now wishing he could find it again so he could eat. "Fucking french face... I'm going to kill that wanker... After i make him cook me a five star meal of course!" After another couple of hours of useless rowing, England flopped over. "Damn it... I'm too tired and hingry to row any more..." He was being to face the fact that he might actually die! He began speaking to himself, considering his life. "Well... It wasn't that bad... That git America was annoying and is always too loud but I still liked him I guess... And Frog legs... No, France... I guess he was sorta my friend... I really miss them.." "Ohohohoho! How kind Angleterre!" "Thanks Dude!" "Huh?... Now I'm even hearing their voices?... I must really love and miss them..." "No way dude! We are totally here!" "Oui! Amerique is right. We are real!" "Huh?" A helicopter flew into sight with America and French grinning and waving at the Brit who was lying, dazed, in a boat. England blinked once before realising that they were here. He suddenly regained his energy, strength and anger. "WHAT TOOK YOU WANKERS SO LONG?" "Non. That is not a very nice way to talk to your saviors." "Yeah Dude. We came to save you!" "After leaving me out here in the middle of nowhere?" "Angleterre? Do you want us to leave you here again?" "No, you git!" "Well be nice." A rope ladder was lowered and England grabbed ahold of it. He was pulled back onto the helicopter. He, France and America argued all the way back to England.
(REVIEW PLEASE!)