I bet you were wondering what happened to Hailey and Abby after they drifted off on that iceberg in the first chapter. Even if you don't, this will explain everything (keeping it as teen rated as possible even though I will fail at it) about their little trip and why Alfred is currently in the emergency room. By the way, there's a lot of alcohol in this chapter. And using your imagination (the word 'fun' can mean a friendly game of catch, or whatever you want. The rating is up to you at this point. Human names aren't used in this chapter because Abby's new to the Hetalia world.
The dynamic duo are drifting away towards Russia, when the current changes. They could just start to see the land too. (Abby takes out a knife) Oh well, now they'd just have to wash up on Hawaii instead of the Russian wasteland (Abby: That's what I thought). Anyway, the journey would take awhile, and all that Hailey had brought was a large assortment of alcohol, primarily scotch and gin (how that all got there is beyond me). That's all they have to consume for the next few days. Hailey is of course fine with this. She lives on the stuff, often refusing actual food, especially delicacies like pizza and ice cream (according to Colin anyway) because she doesn't 'like' it. Abby on the other hand... Let's just say bad things happen when she drinks. It's obvious that she would go a little (a.k.a. VERY) crazy, being England's daughter and all. He tries to limit her drinking in fear that she'll try to kill France, make out with Greece (she usually gets knocked out by Turkey for doing that), start a war with Switzerland, or something along that line. Not to mention all of the times she's woken up on top of Big Ben.
Abby eyes up a bottle of gin, picks it up, and takes a hearty swig of the intoxicating liquid.
Back in the UK, England feels a disturbance in the force.
Abby is sprawled out on the beach, still asleep while Hailey sits Indian-style, downing some whiskey. "How do you bloody drink that rubbish and be fine?" Abby grumbles in a heavy and hung-over British accent. Little did they know, the two friends had washed up on the shores of Hawaii. "I swear, I'm only drinking Kool-aid after this." the Brit starts to get up when her super sexy lover, Alex, emerges from the nearby foliage. When their eyes meet, America's appendix pops.
The two lovers decide to go to Alex's house to have a little "fun" (you can imagine whatever you want here), forgetting that they left Hailey on the beach. "What about Danno?" she whispered as Abby and Alex walk away.
At this time, America is being rushed to the hospital by England, who is cursing his daughter under his breath. She just HAD to go to Hawaii again didn't she? England was already sick of her and Alex's "adventures" in America (again, think whatever you please) because he always had to take care of Alfred afterwards. He couldn't complain though, she was the only one he had right now. All of his other younger siblings and children have declared independence from him, becoming micronations like Sealand (other than America, who became an actual country). Abby is the one of the few people who can actually put up with the stubborn Brit. "Well, I should get somebody to pick up Hailey since she has probably been forgotten yet again." England sighs. He didn't want to feel Scotland's wrath on him like the last time something like this happened. America let out a bloodcurdling scream, interrupting England's thoughts. "Oh dear..."
Hailey is sitting on the beach, her strawberry blond hair blowing in the Hawaiian breeze. The sun lingers around the horizon, painting the shy with an array of reds and yellows "Bonjour, magnifique." a familiar Frenchmen's voice echoed from the beach. Did England really send France to pick her up? The agitated Scot downed the last of her gin, and rolled her eyes. Now she will have to deal with that idiot France all the way home. "Do you know how exquisitely beautiful you are today?" France is apparently flirting with her. Again. Why can't she get rid of this guy? She doesn't argue with him though, but only because she would rather have him take her home than sit on the beach waiting for Abby.
France whistles with his fingers, and an ivory-white horse gallops towards them (for the smart alecs out there, I know a white horse is technically considered to be a grey). "Well, let's go mon amour. The jet is waiting." France says as he mounts the horse, pulling Hailey up behind him. Leave it to France to be this tacky. Riding a white horse on the beaches of Hawaii- not to mention while the sun is setting, isn't really the norm for getting picked up. As they rode away, a mischievous smile lights Hailey's face. She knew that tonight would be very fun (use your imagination here. What would you do if you had to spend a night with France?).
The next morning...
Abby gives Alex a goodbye kiss (more like a goodbye make out) before she hops onto the 5-O helicopter. When helicopter lifts off of the ground, Abby jumps up out of her seat exclaiming "CRAP! I FORGOT HAILEY! THIS BLOODY HAPPENS TO ME EVERY TIME!"
Meanwhile at France's house...
It's the next morning, and France is roped down on the kitchen table. Hailey left an hour ago, taking a bottle of his best wine, and her mace on the next flight to Scotland (She obviously doesn't follow the rules about not bringing alcohol and weapons on the plane). France is still tied up when he chuckles with an air of flamboyancy. "It's always the quiet ones."