Nothing else really happened that day until it was time for dinner. I couldn't really do anything, being tied to another human being and all. Not being able to go anywhere, I spent the rest of the afternoon just staring out the window. OK, not really. I spent a decent amount of time watching UK fix my shirt. I-I mean it's not like I had anything better to be doing! Anyways, that day I learned two things: one, sewing is a lot harder (and boring) than it looks, and two, UK can't cook. Now before I get to that catastrophe, let's go over what happened before.
UK had just finished patching up my shirt. By that time I was extremely bored, so I was playing with the little red thread that tied the two of us together. I had been thinking about how such a small little thing had already caused us so much trouble. But my thoughts were interrupted by an english voice.
"Stop messing with the string, you might make it knot even more." It said, sounding sort of annoyed.
"Well sorry," I replied, sounding just as irritated, "I'm just bored, I wish this stupid string wasn't so literal." I let out a huff, crossed my arms, and leaned back in my seat, finishing it off with a pout. When I looked up the brit had a scowl on his face that said: 'Why did I let this idiot out of my trap.' The way I see it UK's comment said more bad things about himself other than me. So I simply upped the pout. The blond brit just rolled his eyes at me.
After a bit, UK spoke up to break the silence. "Here, I want to try something." He said while staring down at my shirt which was held in his hands. Before I could respond, he tossed the shirt to me, and thanks to my awesome reflexes, I managed to catch it. "Put that on."
"But, the thread." I was confused by the Brit's request. How did he expect me to put it on?
"Don't think about that just try to put it on. I want to test something."
UK looked like a scholar intent on testing a new theory. I'd seen that look before, but this time it gave me a sense of comfort. Giving him a slight smile in return, I nodded and tried to put on the shirt. And guess what? It actually worked! The shirt completely ignored the string like some sort of game glitch or something!
"H-How?" I asked dumfounded.
The Brit simply smirked, obviously happy that he was right. "Simple, magic."
"Uh, could you, oh I don't know, maybe be more specific?"
"Oh alright. You see the legend of the red string is meant to bring two destined together. From birth two are magically tied and as their lives go on, the deity known as Yue Lao shortens the thread pulling the two together. So I had a thought: What if something comes into contact with the thread, but doesn't intend on breaking it? I theorised that the thread would simply phase through it, and I was right." The whole time he spoke UK has a proud smile on his face. He looked like he just figured out the mystery of the universe. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Wow, well thanks for finding out I can get a shirt on and off."
"You're certainly welcome." The Brit couldn't stop smiling. To be honest it was adorable.
Things were going perfectly well after that. I had all my clothes, UK was in a good mood. Too bad that all had to change when it was time for dinner.
UK had gotten up from the small table and stretched out his arms. "Well, I'm heading out to get some food. We'll need to have something to eat soon since it's getting late."
I got up as well. "Well, wherever you go I go right? Besides, I can help. Let's get packed!" Pushing my chair out, I went to get up and start gathering supplies before UK stopped me.
"No need to pack, we're just going outside the house." He replied calmly, his early happiness had faded a bit, but he still had a faint grin on his face. "Didn't you notice my gardens while you were out there? I know they're not much, but we can get almost everything needed concerning food here. If you insist on coming along you may." When he finished, he turned to leave. I quickly got up to follow, not wanting to get tugged by my pinky again.
The two of us continued on to gather some food outside the base. The whole prospect of the base amazed me. It was like tucked into its own separate dimension. It was it's own little ecosystem, minus all the wildlife. While we harvested some food, I talked to UK about the small home he had created.
"So how did you get this place?" I asked, grabbing an apple from a tree.
"It depends on what you mean by that." He said, while gathering some carrots. "Hey don't pick that. We don't need any apples! Go grab a potato or two instead."
I shrugged and took a bite out of the apple, I also forgot to swallow before speaking. OK I didn't forget, I just didn't, it's a habit OK! "What I mean is, how'd you build this place? It's amazing. The whole situation has only lasted half a year, getting all of this set up would be impossible." While I spoke, I found the potatoes and pulled a few out of their planter.
"It's simple, I didn't start 6 months ago."
"Care to elaborate?"
UK sighed in a fond way. "I found this place when I was really young. I would escape to here to get away from my brothers. I would play here and build forts, do my school work, anything. This place was always here whenever I needed an escape. Later on, when I could, I built a garden here. Over the years I expanded it until it was this big, though most of it was flowers before the apocalypse. I'd spend my vacations here so I had people build that small house. I would've never dreamed I'd use this place as a shelter before."
UK's eyes shone as he spoke about his past. I just couldn't help but smile a bit. "What happened to not sharing personal info?" Teasing the Englishman probably wasn't the best thing to do, but I just couldn't help it.
The Brit stopped in his tracks, his hand in mid carrot grab. In no time flat, his face went from stunned to embarrassed. When he opened his mouth to speak again, his words were stuttered. "W-wha, w-well I, y-you see" the longer he went on the redder his face got, "I-it's not my fault!" UK suddenly yelled. "Y-you're the one who asked idiot!"
The blond Englishman yanked out the carrot he had been harvesting and quickly gathered the other foods he had collected and stormed back off to the house. I didn't expect that kind of reaction from him. Quickly, I grabbed the potatoes I had plucked out of the planter and raced after him. I have to admit his reaction was cute but I did feel a bit bad. I also had to hurry since I wasn't in the mood to face plant into the gardens. "Though, now that I think about it, shouldn't my weight have yanked you back?" "It's magic you dolt you don't question it."
By then, I was starting to wish the base wasn't as big as it was. I was almost winded by the time I got to the house. When I got inside, I set down the potatoes on the table, my apple had been left back out in the gardens. UK was standing in the tiny kitchen setting a pot of water over the fire.
"Dude, don't just run off like that. We're tied together remember." He didn't say anything back. "Uh, dude? Hey look I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I was joking, honest! I mean, I just said the truth, and there wasn't anything really wrong with what I said. You are really smug most of the time, and I thought it would be nice to point out your mistake, maybe change that attitude a bit. I guess what I'm trying to say is; hey what's up with you?"
My apology speech had been interrupted when UK started laughing. It started out as a quiet snicker but quickly became a loud cackle. "You, you are really bad at apologies." He managed to say in between fits of laughter.
"Well you're obviously feeling better so I think I did a pretty good job."
"Who, who's the smug one now?" The Englishman wiped the laughter tears from his eyes.
"Hey I can be a little smug if I want! I'm a hero after all!" I stuck my hands on my hips and struck a heroic pose.
"A hero huh?"
"That's right! Just think about it, one lone hero wanders the forests of what used to be the greater London area. He had been on the run for as long as he could remember, desperate to stay alive and out of the brainless horde. When out of nowhere, he was strung up and hung from a tree! Our hero struggles against the bonds, but whoever had crafted them was skilled. Just when he had given up hope, a light shines through the dark! The hero met the prince who was oh so kind as to free him after wrongly trapping him. Once free, the hero vowed to stay with the prince and protect him in exchange for his kind gesture. Flattered, the royal brought the hero back to his magical castle where the hero was treated to a bath. But the magical castle had other plans, with the strange powers it possesses, the hero and the prince were bound by their little fingers. What was to happen to the hero and the prince next? How will they overcome the terrors of the outside threat? Stay tuned to find out!"
A/N: Hello dear readers! I am super sorry about not uploading. I've been having connection troubles and since I've been writing the story on a google doc I haven't been able to access this. I think you may be happy to know that I have two more chapters completed that I haven't uploaded so I have my safety net back! Expect new chapters every Friday! I also wanted to say something else, I've got an idea to (hopefully) boost the reads of this fic, or at least the reviews. Don't get me wrong I love each and every one of you that read this, like it or not! But I also love knowing what people think about my writing. In my first fic I wrote out goals of reviews to get more, it worked. So I'm going to try it again, but with a different incentive. When this fic reaches 15 reviews, I'll post the prologue I've been writing on the side. No one knows about it, not even my beta! I'm the only one who knows how it goes, that is until the goal is meet and I need it beta read. So if you want that prologue please remember to review! I'm only going to count one review from one person per chapter so no spams! Thank you so much for reading this far. Until I write again!
