Eight Mortal Secrets [Hetalia Drabbles] (Completed, to be Edited)

XLVI: Blackmail II

Dreamz was not the only mortal girl who's most prized possession was her laptop. Annalise herself owned a MacBook Air. It was like her child, and if anything were to happen to it, she might just lose her will to live.

Unfortunately for the young blonde, she was on the list of a certain group of blackmailers.

Annalise, like her older sister, had basically turned Francis's home into her second abode. Which meant that whenever she stayed there, she had to bring the laptop. Something the group was counting on.

The blonde turned in her bed, just waking up from a long night's sleep. Rubbing her face, she grumbling quietly to herself about not being able to sleep any longer, before she hauled herself out of bed. She planted herself at her desk, opening her MacBook to check up on Wattpad.

Or, rather, attempted to open her MacBook. Unfortunately, it wasn't there. At first, her groggy mind couldn't grasp the fact, and she sat there staring the the pristine white note that had replaced the computer. But slowly, as her mind collected itself, she realized just how distressed she really was. She snatched up the note, opening it to reveal next to perfect cursive penmanship.

We're sorry to inform you that your laptop has been misplaced. However, you should not be distressed! To have your item returned to you, all you have to do is wear the article of clothing that is pre-selected and awaiting you in the bathroom.

However, if you refuse to wear it... Well, we have a hammer.

Au Revoir.

Sincerely,
The Greatest Individuals To Have Ever Graced The Earth

Annalise stared at the paper, unsure what to make of this. First of all, she wanted to know who had the audacity to take her computer while she was sleeping. At first, she thought it was France, still they used the French at the end of the note, but she quickly realized that there was such thing as Google Translate, and most people did know enough French to at least say goodbye. Then, she thought it was Prussia, given the very cocky signature at the end of the note, but then she remembered what had happened at Germany's house while Dreamz was over (yes, all the girls had heard about it and found it hilarious), and she found it difficult believe that Prussia would reveal his own kink in such a manner.

She huffed in irritation, slamming the note on the desk and getting up to go to the bathroom. Usually, Annalise was pretty even tempered and a very nice, considerate, young lady. But this was different. Her laptop's life was in someone else's hands now, when it should still be on her desk, providing her with Wattpad, YouTube, and Sims.

She closed the bathroom door, looking at the clothing article that was hanging on the shower rod; a frilly lavender dress with a sparkly bow wrapped around at the waist. 3 inch high heels awaited her at the base of the tub, and she covered her face, tempted to scream in agony. She hated being taller than people, and surely, the high heels would not help.

"For the MacBook. For the MacBook." She whispered.

Francis sat on the couch, his left leg perched on the top of his right knee, his foot bouncing rhythmically as he sipped on a latte he had made himself, his eyes glued onto the pages of a book, A Raisin in the Sun. It was American literature, but still a fantastic piece. However, he didn't always quite understand the dialogue, and often had to ask Arthur to help him pick apart the old-school Chicago slang. The other blonde sat on a chair, his legs folded similar to Francis's, although he was skimming through paperwork and files rather than something he might otherwise enjoy.