Wow. So. Yeah this was really annoying to write and I just wanted this god damn chapter to be done so that I could progress with the plot. But, I figured I should just end it here, because it seemed like a nice place to stop. Even though it was annoying to write, I'm still proud of this, I guess.
Also you can thank Blizzard Nemo for this chapter, because I finally had the time to write.
Anyway, thanks for the follows, reviews, favorites, etc. I always appreciate reviews, btw.
Thanking France, I took the laptop from him. Staring at the pink cover for a few seconds, I shrugged and opened it up. Not my first choice in color for a laptop, that's for sure. Maybe it was a gift or something.
As I continued to boot up the laptop I was vaguely aware of France and England arguing. After being with these guys for awhile I had gotten used to it. It had been like a week since I woke up here in this hospital bed. Wow. It sounds like it shouldn't be a long time, but it really does feel like I've been here ages. I guess I must be homesick.
I really do miss everyone back home. I mean, I don't miss going to school but hey, no one can really blame me. I seriously wonder what everyone is up to. Do they miss me too? I can picture my friends being devastated about the accident so easily, it's kind of scary. I hope they aren't too upset.
Who am I kidding. I'd be horribly depressed if something were to happen to my friends. Fuck. I wish there was someway I could contact them and tell them I'm okay, to comfort them or something. Or someway to tell them what's going on. Oh man is this what it's like to be a ghost? Always watching the people you love sad, but unable to do anything.
Man that was deep. I should write that down for later.
Actually I would feel better if I just knew what they were doing. I think not knowing what is happening there is more frightening than knowing. I keep running through all these worst case scenarios. But, if having a terrible nightmare is the only way to find out what's happening over in the real word, I'm all set on that.
The laptop pinged, breaking me out of my depressing train of thought. Staring at the blue start up screen I soon realized there was a huge setback in operation internet.
What the fuck was the password?
Seriously. The chances of me guessing the password to this laptop are like, a million to one. So close but so far away. I wonder if either England or France know the password? Maybe I should ask.
Looking over at the two, now wrestling (I hope) nations I sighed. England was yanking France's hair, and it looked like he was attempting to knee him in the groin. He didn't seem that upset about it though. Meanwhile the Frenchman was trying to…undress England? Oh god. There are children in the room and they're doing that? These idiots are going to be the death of me.
I think I'm just going to ask them about the password, if I do then I won't have to look at them doing…that in front of me any longer. For some reason, seeing something like this animated isn't as offensive to my eyes. Probably because they're real life people now. God, just watching them is making me feel sick, but at the same time I can't look away…
It's like that one friend you have who's in a relationship, and the happy couple practically have sex in front of everyone. All the time. Ugh. I'm fine with a little PDA but good lord, keep it to a minimum.
Feeling my cheeks start to heat up, I stopped pondering the inappropriate actions of people around me, and decided to finally ask if they knew the damn password.
"Hey," I called getting their attention. "Either of you know the password to this thing?" Frozen mid 'fight', England and France looked over. As they realized what they had been doing, and that I was in the room, they immediately started detangling themselves with little grace. Once untangled, the two stood a good couple feet apart and fixed their clothes. England had the decency to be red-faced and sheepish, but France on the other hand was completely calm with what could only be described as a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Er, right. What were you asking again?" England asked coughing a little. His eyes were averted to the floor. Man, I think if he gets any more tsundere, his head will explode.
"I asked if you happened to know the password to the laptop." I answered, deciding to cut him some slack. He looked up, startled. Turning to France, they started having some sort of silent conversation. I couldn't figure it out, but they looked panicked. Oh man what now?
Once they were done with their little chat, France walked over to the head of the bed and leaned against the wall, looking at the screen. France was definitely more composed than England was, but he still looked a little anxious.
"Are you sure you don't remember your password?" He questioned, voice full of dread. Didn't I pretty much say that I didn't?
"…uhm. Yeah, I'm pretty sure I don't.." I trailed off letting confusion leak into my voice. He sighed and gestured for the laptop. Still having absolutely no clue what was happening, I complied.
France typed in the password and there was a short second of silence before the computer pinged again. Taking the laptop back from him, I couldn't help but wonder what their deal was.
"Oh, sweet. Thanks. But why were you guys freaking out so much?" I asked the two men.
"Well love, look at it from both a teenagers point of view and a parents point of view." England started. "How would you feel if your parents knew the password to your personal laptop? And on the other hand, how do you think your parents would feel if you had found out that they knew your password?"
"Well, I would be really pissed if my parents had access to my laptop. And more than a little embarrassed. But, I guess I can definitely see where you're coming from." I said after a little thought. "The only thing is, this isn't my laptop, so I mean, I don't really care if you can get in whenever you want. Actually, if I'm going to be using it I may want to change the password…And the background apparently."
Finally looking at the now loaded computer the first thing I saw was abs. Just sitting there. The desktop picture was of some really hot guy half naked on a beach. Not saying I didn't enjoy looking at half naked guys, but that's not really what I look for in a screensaver.
"What was the password for this computer anyway?" I asked the now relieved men.
"Oh," France started, and what would follow would be all the insight I would need to know how different their Haylee was from me.
"Bieber"
