The teen paused. He looked over to the other man and gave him a questioning look. The green eyed blond crossed his arms and pouted slightly. "What's that for?"
"I was, kinda wondering when you were going to take over." He fiddled with this hands like he usually did when he needed a distraction or felt nervous. "It's been awhile since you stopped me sooooo."
The British boy smiled. "It's because there's no need to interrupt you. I figured that if I let you tell the story more you might actually get a little better. So far you're doing, at the very least a little better. Now shush up and keep going."
US shrugged and continued with the story.
During dinner clean up, we found out that the string could expand sometimes; however, the string was also picky. It seemed to favor UK more than me, it was really unfair. The Brit had left to do whatever so I really had nothing else to do. If the base didn't look magical before it certainly did now. The sun had set the clearing outside got dimmer; sunlight replaced with moonlight. As I watched out the window, the colors of the sky changed in all kinds of deep blues and purples. Hundreds of fireflies lit up the area. At first the stars came out one by one, as the sky got darker more and more began to light up the small portion of the sky visible through the trees.
Staring up at the stars I lost track of the time. I always did when looking up into space; my imagination would turn on full force thinking about all of the things that could be up there, how much we haven't explored, how far away all those lights in the sky really were. While I was distracted UK came out from the hall.
"Having fun?" He asked in that cheeky tone. When I turned to look at him he had changed out of his military-punk get up and into PJs. The top and bottom matched both being a light and bright blue, the trim was white, and 'A K' was stitched into the breast pocket. His arms were crossed as he leaned on the door frame.
"Oh yea staring out the window for who knows how long is the best entertainment ever." I could hear the other man scoff when I rolled my eyes.
"No need for that much sarcasm." UK pushed off the wall and walked over sitting down across from me. The closer he got the shorter the red thread connecting us got. "I hate to tell you but that's going to become a frequent activity. It's better to stay safe in here than to go out and risk getting infected."
I glanced over the Englishman's clothes once more. "So, I guess we're hitting the hay now?"
"Mhmm, and I'm guessing you don't have pajamas."
"Hey this is the first actual shelter I've been in for a few months, I think it's understandable that I don't have any pjs."
"Well it can get chilly so it's up to you if you want to keep your clothes on or not." UK stood up from his seat. "Come on let's get you to your room. You're lucky I even have a guest bedroom here."
He lead me through the hallway of the small house, and I mean small house. The kitchen and dining room were scrunched together, with a hall off one side. Down the hall was a small bathroom and two small bedrooms. It was a nice house don't get me wrong, it was probably in some of the best conditions I've seen in a long time. It lacked electricity, and the plumbing wasn't the best. But it worked, and that's in short supply these days. The two of us stopped outside the two rooms at the end of the hall.
"This one here is my room." He stated gesturing to the room on the left. "And this on here is going to be yours."
I opened the door leading into my room and stuck my head in to look around. The inside wasn't that impressive; a full sized bed with a small trunk at the foot of it, a nightstand next to the bed, and a window that looked out on the farm. I wanted to compare it to UK's room so I stepped out from the doorway back into the hall and tried to look into his, which was hard since the door was still closed.
"Hey don't be snooping, the rooms are practically the same so don't complain. Mine just happens to be decorated."
I opened up my mouth to retort but UK stopped me before I said anything.
"Don't start, the reason the other room isn't decorated is because it's a guest room. Honestly all I have are some pictures and what not, it's not like I have extra furniture or something." He yawned and stretched, looking very adorable while he did so. "Now if I were you I would shut your mouth and get some sleep. It's getting late as it is and I have plans for tomorrow."
UK turned and went into his room, closing the door behind him. Left without any other options, I went to go into my room. Except that I couldn't. I got as far as opening the door and one step inside but after that I was kept from proceeding by my little finger. It was at that moment I decided that the string definitely didn't like me. When I turned back the string slacked, and when I got into the doorway it tightened on me. I tried to get slack in the thread then run into the room, I tried to pull on the string, I tried holding slack and releasing it as I walked into the room. But no matter how hard I tried I couldn't get past the doorway.
I couldn't get into my room, and I was way too tired to sleep in the hall. So with that I was left with only one option, as the Brit for help. To be honest I was kind of nervous. I was worried that he had already fallen asleep. Maybe he wouldn't wake up? Maybe he would wake up but he'd be mad and wouldn't help me. All I could do was ask.
"Um, UK?" I knocked on his door. "We have a problem..." I heard him roll around in his bed. But he didn't even come over to the door he most likely had just rolled over so he wouldn't be muffled by the blankets and pillows.
"Wot is it?" He groaned, his accent seemed to get sharper when he's tired.
"I can't get into my room. Like, I literally cannot step foot into the bedroom."
I heard UK actually get out of his bed this time and stomp over to the door, sounding both angry and tired. The door swung open revealing a very fed up and done englishman.
"Wot do you mean you can't get in your bloody bedroom?"
"Exactly what I said, I can't get in the room. Uh, here let me show you." I demonstrated to UK how the pinky string wouldn't let me get past the door frame. When I looked back to him his face was in his hand.
"God damn it, how the hell do you manage to make every single little thing into an enormous problem? If it's not you it's the bloody fairies and their matchmaking." UK dragged his hand further down his face. I knew he must have been tired since he was talking about that I don't believe in such things! I do believe in fairies! I do! I do! "He's just saying that because of that Peter Pan movie." Hey, not true! "Yes it is."
Anyways, aside from that, I learned at that point that UK had two language modes, gentleman and swearing sailor, the second one happening when he's running low on energy. In this short short time we've known each other I keep learning little things about UK, I definitely don't hate it. In anycase I'm just glad he agreed to get me down from that tree.
I wanted to try to calm UK down, but I'm not really the best at that. What I tried to make comforting turned out sarcastic. "Yeah yeah I know it's really frustrating for me too." The brit glared at me letting me know I wasn't helping to any degree. "So what are we going to do to fix it?"
UK sighed. "I'm honestly so tired I can't deal with this properly. Just, just get in here for now." He stepped aside gesturing for me to join him.
Taking a deep breath I walked into the room, thankful that I was actually able to enter it. UK followed after me leaving the door open, why I don't know. He plopped himself onto the bed, he might've fallen asleep right then if I hadn't said anything.
"So, where am I sleeping?"
UK didn't even bother to respond with words. Instead he just pointed to the spot on the bed next to him. I'm thankful he was face down in the pillow because my face turned 10 shades of red darker. Don't get me wrong I like the guy! But seriously I had only met him earlier that day and things were already going really fast as is. I opened my mouth to add on more but he had already fallen asleep.
As a hero wasn't going to give up and walk out then. After all it was either sleep in the bed or sleep on the floor in the hall. Nothing was going to happen either UK was already asleep. So why did my face still feel so hot? I tried to shake it off. Opting to leave my clothes on I carefully slipped into bed.
I looked over to UK who was still asleep face down in the sheets. His hair was still as choppy and messy as ever. The thought of what his hair might look like when he woke up. My hair isn't picture perfect when I wake up, so the thought of what the brit's might look like made me smile. Though I think just looking at the cute guy was making me smile plenty.
I wasn't quite able to sleep yet, I had spent quite a while doing nothing but hanging upside down in a tree. So I think it's understandable that I'd have extra energy. I also felt like I was younger than my european friend, not by much a few years. Maybe the fact he was tired is just because he's older. I'm not sure though, like I already said, I'm no biologist.
While I was thinking about all that, UK shifted around in the bed. He mumbled something in his sleep; something about flying bunnies. UK moved about a bit more eventually he moved his arms up and hugged his pillow. I figured he must have been having a good dream. Personally I find any dream that lacks flesh eating monsters a good dream, but flying bunnies work too.
A lot had happened that day. Like most days, I had almost died, and thankfully I also didn't die. I was saved by a stranger and even though we hadn't even known each other for an entire day I had already learned so much about him. It made me wonder how long it would be until I learned his actual name. I had paired up once before during these six months; with my brother/cousin. I already told you about Mattie right? We got separated a while back. All I can do is hope he's OK. I had the feeling though that this pair would last longer, maybe even longer than this disaster itself.
Notes on Cultures!
Fireflies: This one isn't really that cultural, it's more of a setting thing. There are no fireflies in the United Kingdom! None what so ever, they have glow worms but those don't fly.
A/N: Hey! Guess who isn't dead, and is back to writing! I can't tell how long it's been since I uploaded a chapter but I know it's been way to long. Good news and bad news, bad news is that I lost my beta. I have no idea where they went, so I'm looking for a new one, maybe 2. Good news is that I'm back to working on the story on a regular basis. Sorta neutral news is that I'm writing the story a little differently. I have a friend and we're playing out the story as a role play. It's very basic stuff and I add the details later, so expect more updates in the near future, hopefully once a week like usual. Once again that's for reading. Until I write (or I guess it's edit now) again!
