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Damn, these are short.

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Feliciano opened his eyes blearly. In front of him, Gilbert was being repeatedly in the face by Matthew, who was screaming.

"THIS IS WHY PRUSSIANS SHOULDN'T DRIVE!" He hit Gilbert again. Feliciano got to his feet, and looked at the beach. His precious boat, Bella, was smashed to bits on the rocks. Enraged, he cursed himself for letting Gilbert drive. He shoved Matthew out of the way, and took his own swing at Gilbert.

"I said I was sorry!" he wailed as the Italian went to beating him in Matthew's stead. "It was totally unawesome of me!"

"You owe me a new boat!" Feliciano roared, shaking Gilbert.

"And I can't find Kumajiro!" Matthew wailed.

"We'll find him Mateo.." Feliciano soothed, still shaking Gilbert with malice. He looked Gilbert in the eye. "And you, we need to find out where we are. By crashing my boat, you have volunteered to go exploring." he said coldly, getting up. "Mateo and I are going to build a shelter, as well as start a fire." Gilbert got up, and dusted himself off.

"Fine!" He snapped back. "Since everyone else is acting too un-awesome to do it themselves." And Gilbert left in a huff. Feliciano snorted, and picked up some wood from his boat, and some large rocks. Then he began to build a fire pit. Matthew, meanwhile, was putting his wilderness survival skills, and began building a temporary shelter. Awhile later, they heard a scream, and the sound of Gilbert running towards the beach. He came up short in front of Matthew, panting and holding a hand to his chest.

"Was it the spiders?" Matthew asked, raising a blonde eyebrow.

"THERE ARE FUCKING CANNIBALS ON THIS ISLAND!" he screeched. Feliciano and Matthew looked at his hand, that had a bleeding hole in it. "THEY STABBED ME THROUGH THE HAND WITH A SHARPENED STICK! ALL THE WAY THROUGH MY AWESOME HAND!" Feliciano took Gilbert's hand. It did look like the story was true. Matthew began ripping his shirt into thin strips, and began wrapping his hand. He cooed at the shaking Prussian. Feliciano kissed him on the cheek and led him to a makeshift seat.

"What did you do to piss them off?" Feliciano asked.

"All I was doing was looking around, like you told me too." Gilbert whined, cradling his hand.

"So not only have you crashed us on an island, it also happens to be inhabited by cannibals? Lovely." Matthew got up, and picked up a hockey stick, that had somehow happened to survive the crash.

"You know, this is all your fault, Gilly." Feliciano told him. "You got us stuck on this island in the first place."

"I know. Do you think I don't?" Gilbert snarled back.

"Hey. Are those guys the cannibals?" Matthew asked, gesturing to the group of near-naked natives.

"Yeah. Those are the cannibals." Gilbert replied.

"I couldn't tell." Matthew remarked. Feliciano looked at Matthew.

"No. Of course not. The random human bones adorning them don't say 'I want to eat you.'" Feliciano said sarcastically. Matthew blushed.

"Well, you never know." was his reply. The cannibals muttered in their own language.

"How fast can you swim?" Feliciano asked Matthew and Gilbert.

"My hand is kind of un-awesome right now." he waved it at him.

"Then we'll have to talk them into not eating us." Feliciano sighed.

"Can we just beat the hockey out of them?" Matthew asked innocently. Feliciano shrugged.

"That works." Feliciano picked up a nearby piece of driftwood. Gilbert did the same, except his was smoldering at the tip. The cannibals raised there weapons.

Half an hour later...

"That worked out well." Feliciano muttered, tied up next to Gilbert. Matthew was slowly being turned above a slowly growing fire on his own hockey stick.

"You don't want to eat me!" He wailed. Feliciano sighed.

"Matthew, they don't speak English." He slowly began loosening the rope around his hands, until it was just enough to grab the spear of the man behind him. He shoved it up, then brought his unbound foot up to hit the man square in the chest. Gilbert, who had achieved free mobility due to a pocket knife hidden up his sleeve, head butted the guard behind him, then ran towards the fire to free Matthew. He knocked the spit off, and Matthew rolled into the fire, and off into the dirt. A roar from the forest brought their attention to a white blur that flew at one of the natives, latching onto its neck. Matthew got up, and stepped on the spit, and it flew up to hit the oncoming cannibal in the face. An hour of rough-housing later, they commandeered a small canoe, and rowed back to the UN.

"Dude, what happened to your face?" Alfred asked Matthew, who had a nasty gash on his cheek.

"I was playing hockey a little too roughly, and my opponents stick hit my face." Matthew told him, blushing.

"Are you okay?" Arthur asked.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine!" He assured them.

"Feli, why are you limping?" Ludwig asked.

"Do you remember what we did last night?" Feliciano asked, grumbling. Ludwig blushed. "I sure as hell do."

Gilbert, being a fallen country, just went home to nurse his hand and to complain to his diary, and Gilbird.

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