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Thirty-One: Shipwreck

"You're stranded on a deserted island. What do you take with you?"

England peeled his eyes from the newspaper and peered at the nation beside him in bemusement. America was chewing on a pencil rubber, staring down at the glossy pages of a magazine spread out on the conference table. When England didn't answer, he looked up at him.

"Well?"

"Why are you asking me this?"

"It's a quiz." He jabbed the pencil at the magazine. "Your answer will depict your personality. For example, I would take my statue of Liberty, my TV and an enormous batch of hamburgers, and a telephone, which means that I'm sentimental and social."

"You needed a quiz to tell you that?"

America frowned. "Just answer the question, you dick."

He groaned and sat back in his chair, signalling to a passing waitress for a tea refill. "Why am I stuck on an island?"

"What does it matter?"

"It could impact my decision."

"How?"

"Do you want me to answer or not, idiot?"

America puckered his lips into a cool glower. "You've been shipwrecked."

"How did the ship get shipwrecked?"

"I don't know . . . it hit a glacier."

"So I'm in the arctic?"

America rolled his eyes. "No, it's a tropical island."

"What are glaciers doing in the tropics?"

"Oh for goodness' sakes, why do you have to be such a pain?"

Engand's lips twitched. He shrugged, holding his mug out as the waitress stopped by with the teapot.

"Fine. The ship sprung a leak by mysterious circumstances and you ended up on this island."

"Where's the crew?"

"Dead."

England raised an eyebrow.

"Well how am I supposed to know? They don't give the whole story in this stupid magazine."

"Is there food on the island?"

"There's probably coconuts and stuff."

"Internet connection?"

"No. And no electricity."

"And yet there's a phone jack?"

"It's a cell phone!"

"What are you going to do when the battery dies?"

America rolled his eyes. "Fine, there's Internet and electricity and all the amenities of the modern world."

"So...it's Hawaii, but without all the people?"

He opened his mouth, shut it, tried again, and then huffed. "Are you going to answer the question or not?"

England cupped his face and stared up at the ceiling. America tapped his pencil impatiently against the magazine. When he'd thought for longer than he was willing to wait, America heaved an irritated sigh. "It's not rocket science, England."

"I can bring anything?" he said. "Even...a person?"

Confusion flashed in America's eyes as he tried to calculate who, exactly, he meant to take with him.

"I...I guess so."

"All right. Then I'd bring an airplane, and a pilot."

England nodded, satisfied with his answer. But as America digested his response, the older nation could see him growing more and more frustrated.

"Hey," he said, holding up his hands before America could accuse him of cheating, "you said I could bring anything."

America tucked the pencil behind his eye and rolled up the magazine. "That was only two things," he said through gritted teeth, pushing out of the chair beside England and standing up to glare down at the Brit.

"Oh, right. I guess my third thing would be..."

America paused, brows furrowed, and waited.

"You."

The frustration dissipated and America's stomach did a flip. "Me?"

England took a long sip of his tea. "That's right."

"Wh-why?"

England grinned, and America must have recognized the teasing expression, because he suddenly tensed.

"In case the plane crashes too, of mysterious circumstances. All those hamburgers will make you a perfect flotation device."

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