DAY 2

England was the first one to wake. His eyes opened slowly at first then quickly when he realised that he was being held by something. He blinked the sleep from his eyes and realised that the 'something' was a 'someone'. Scotland.

At some point in their sleep, their positions had changed and now they were in the middle of the bed. Scotland had his strong arms wrapped around England's shoulders and head. England had one arm wrapped round Scotland's pale chest while the other one resting under his head because of the handcuff pulling England's arm towards Scotland's hand. England's head had been leaning on Scotland's chest by the heart. Even now he could hear the steady beating of his heart.

He looked up at Scotland's face. It was relaxed for once. Not a smirk or a sadistic smile or an annoyed glare. His mouth was just slightly open so he could breath. His hair was messily hanging over his eyes in spikes. He looked peaceful.

England squirmed a little, embarrassed and uncomfortable to be like this with his brother. His arms tightened briefly so England stopped moving. He looked up at his brother's face again, worried that he had awoken him. Scotland was still asleep though.

England tried again when Scotland's arms loosened again. The arms tightened again but a lot this time. England gave a little yelp as the wind was squeezed out of him. He looked up again, terrified that his brother was going to strangle him in his sleep. He saw two glowing green eyes glaring down at him.

"Sco~!"

He felt his body being crushed harshly and he gasped loudly for air. Seconds later, the red head's arms were completely gone.

The blonde guessed that he would have two bruises on the side of his shoulders tomorrow. He needed to get rid of these handcuffs soon before he was completely black, blue and purple.

Scotland rolled to the edge of the bed, keeping his arm by England so the handcuff didn't pull. He sighed, remembering that he was still attached to his younger brother involuntarily. England sat up properly and looked down at his brother. The red head looked…

It was hard to describe how he looked.

England finally settled on disappointment. After a while, England's stomach rumbled, he grabbed it in embarrassment, tugging on the hand cuff by accident. Scotland glanced at him and sat up.

"I'll make porridge…" He sounded gruff and fed up.

Both brothers tried to slide off the opposite sides of the bed to be stopped by the handcuffs. Rather than wait for his younger brother to climb across the bed to him so they could get up normally, Scotland pulled the handcuffs as hard as he could sharply. England was forcefully pulled across the bed and landed roughly on the ground. Scotland stood up.

"Git up." He didn't sound angry but the command still had the same force behind it. England obeyed grudgingly.

He followed his brother into the kitchen and moved around beside him as he tried to make their breakfast. Porridge was one of the rare items that Scotland could sometimes actually cook half decently. He was just as bad a cook as England, and similarly to his youngest brother, denies being unable to cook.

Oats, milk and other ingredients were added to the mixture before cooked in the microwave. England made some tea while they waited. Scotland served two bowls of the steaming hot, lumpy porridge and grabbed a jar of honey and brown sugar from the cupboard. They had to sit shoulder to shoulder. England had difficulty eating as he used his left hand. He even dropped a blob of the warm gooey food on his lap which earned a smirk from Scotland.

Scotland had added a lot of honey to his porridge and about 5 teaspoons of sugar to his tea.

The sour-attituded red head had a surprisingly big sweet tooth. Scotland's apparent other national drink (the first one being whiskey), Irn Bru, actually has more sugar than Coca Cola and to the English man, it was just intolerably sweet. Probably why Scotland is the only place on Earth where coke is not the number one soft drink. It was horrible for your teeth too…

England thought why he clumsily ate. The red head's country actually had a lot of unhealthy food… His brother was actually proud that they can deep fried almost anything… including Mars bars, pizzas, hamburgers and the traditional fish…. If Scotland can dip something in batter and fry it, he will…

On the other hand, Scotland had a lot of healthy food at the same time… Porridge, haggis, salmon and many other types of fish…

He sighed.

It was just more evidence that his brother was odd… or bi-polar… Like in the shower yesterday when he nearly scrubbed the blonde bald but then gently washed the soap out… The older brother was just too confusing for words…

A metal spoon hitting a ceramic bowl distracted him. It was his brother throwing down his spoon. Scotland had finished his porridge first and was impatiently waiting for England to finish. He stared at England intently, who was only half way through his meal, and the blonde squirmed uncomfortably. The red head ignored his discomfort and stared harder. England was having a hard time concentrating or eating now. He had a feeling his brother knew this and was staring just to put England off.

He gave up.

"I'm done…." He had only eaten ¾ of the bowl.

"Barry…" The red head paused and thought for a moment. "Do ye hav' anae idea how we git inta this mess?" England jumped in surprise at the sudden question.

"What?"

"I cannae remember yestaday much." He explained. "So how did ye git us into this?"

England snorted. "How do you know it is MY fault. It could have been your fault too! And you probably can't remember anything because of your stupid drinking problem!"

Scotland raised an eyebrow. "I dinnae drink yestaday."

England rolled his eyes. "How can you be so sure? You can't even remember!"

Scotland grabbed England's cheeks in one hand and pulled him forward and blew onto his face. It smelt very sweet with a hint of morning breath and cigarettes. England tried to push himself away in disgust but Scotland had a grip on his cheeks. He knew his brother didn't brush his teeth last night or this morning. Scotland looked expectantly at him.

"Weel? Smell any liquer?" England shook his head and moved away quickly as Scotland released his grasp. "So nae me fault. I wasnae drunk but ye were so whit happened?"

England paused and tried to go back to that night. He usually avoided trying to remember his drunken nights because some things were better left not known or remembered. "I don't remember much… France was there at some point… so was America and China I think… But the latter two left before my memory begins to blacked out"

Scotland leaned back in his chair and thought. He sighed huffily. He seemed to being that a lot recently. He also seemed tired despite just waking up. He stretched his arms. "Whut do ye suggest we do, wee brother?"

"Try looking again?" Scotland sighed grumpily in reply.

Flying Mint bunny hovered into sight suddenly. England grinned as the small rabbit flew into his chest, giving him a small hug. "Sir!"

"Flying Mint Bunny!" The bunny backed off a couple of feet and stared at the handcuffs.

"You two are attached to each other." He stated.

"Aye." Scotland replied moodily. The cheery fluttering rabbit ignored Scotland's bad mood.

"You are both half naked too!" Scotland groaned.

"We ken!" England had an idea suddenly.

"Excuse me. Can you please contact some of the fairies and ask them to come here?"

"Of course Sir!" The rabbit disappeared.

"…barry…" He muttered. England looked at Scotland as he drummed his fingers, impatiently on the table.

The magical bunny soon returned with 5 fairies. The fairies rushed over to Scotland first then England. They spoke quickly and excitably. It was hard to understand at first. After some difficult conversing with the hyped up creatures, the two countries soon got them to look for the key while they stayed at home. Apparently neither brother wanted to be seen chained to the other in public.

Scotland stopped one of them before they left though. He whispered a command to it and it saluted before heading in a different direction from the rest of them.

"What did you ask that fairy to do?"

"I wanne clean clothes and me cigarettes."

"Oh." England stood up and piled up the dirty dishes. He looked expectantly at Scotland who was lazily rocking back and forward in his chair.

"Stand you wanker. I want to do the dishes!"

"You wannae clean? This is why I say yer a wifey." Scotland smirked as England glared at him.

I am not a lady!" He snapped.

"Aye. Yer a wee lassie!" England flushed red angrily. Scotland stood up anyway. He grabbed the plates from England's surprised hand and dropped them roughly in the sink.

"Clean them la'er when I'm goon."

"Scotland! You wanker! Let me just do the dishes!"

"Nee! Shut up! Give me a reason why I shouldnae cut yer hand off so I canne leave!" England gulped.

His brother dragged him along the hallway and into England's bedroom. "Git dressed!" The red head raided his wardrobe and threw a pair of trousers and shirt at the blonde. England changed into the trousers. He looked at the shirt sceptically.

"How am I meant to put on a shirt like this?" Scotland rolled his eyes and yanked the shirt from his hands. He held the seam of the right sleeve and ripped it open. England gasped in anger and surprise. He tossed it back.

"Put it on." England complied out of fear and annoyance, even though the shirt was ruin. Scotland grabbed England's sewing kit and began to sew up the seam. He was surprisingly good at sewing.

He remembered that Prussia had once laughed at the red head because he could sew and called him a woman. Scotland had punched him in the face. It had quickly escalated into a huge fight. He couldn't remember how the fight had ended but he knew Prussia didn't mention sewing to the sadistic red head again.

Scotland told him once that sewing was important though. You needed it, he claimed, to stitch up a cut or a bad wound and to mend clothing and amour while on the battle field. It made sense to a practical person like the red head. His brother only knew basic stitches for clothing and wounds and he couldn't knit or do anything else with a needle that was creative, like embroidery.

He watched as Scotland carefully sewed down the seam, his emerald eyes staring intently on the needle. He was concentrating solely on the task. It took a while and during that time the fairy had returned with a Scotland's uniform and a couple of packets of cigarettes and other things for staying overnight.

The fairy helped him sew up his shirt sleeve when he ripped it, to put it on.

The fairy was cheerful and chattered a lot. Scotland didn't say much to her but England talked to her animatedly. He loved talking to the fairies. Scotland was staring out of the window, smoking his fourth cigarette when the fairy finished. They were fully dressed now. The fairy flew off to join the others in the search.

The two countries were stumped now. They didn't want to go out and risk being seen in this embarassing situation but they were bored, cramped and very grumpy. They avoided talking to each other, decidedly fed up with each other's presence. They sat on the sofa, shoulder to shoulder. The silence was awkward.

A fairy bobbed into view. The two countries were both watching TV now, only mildly interested in it. He tugged at spiky red hair. Scotland glanced at him.

"Gofannon?" The small Welsh fairy nodded and perched himself on Scotland's shoulder. His voice was surprisingly loud for such a small person.

"Sirs! You two have stolen from the fae." Scotland raised an eyebrow.

"Whit?"

"That chain which bonds you is made by fairies. Me, to be precise. That is my property you two wear." England gaped at him. Scotland smiled a bit.

"We shall gladly return this ta ye if ye provide tha key." Gofannon tilted his head to the side.

"You have lost the key?"

"Misplaced."

"Then you two are stuck like this. I do not possess the key and it is impossible to duplicate." Scotland frowned.

"Canne ye tell us aboot tha handcuffs then? I tried summoning tha key and using magic ta break it but it didnae work. These are special ain't they?" The fairy smirked knowingly.

"These chains are old, very old. From the times of Merlin and maybe before. I made them using special and magically charmed metal from deep within Mother Earth that never rusts or breaks. They can only be opened by one key alone which shares the same metal of the handcuffs. As you have noticed, they are unaffected by magic too. "

"Why did you make them?" England asked curiously. Gofannon turned to England.

"Queen Gyre Carlin ordered them to be made herself." Scotland's eyes widened as he recognised the name. It belonged to the fairy who ruled over all the fae in his country.

"She asked me to design and make them so that the wearer cannot use magic. They were made to capture and hold human wizards and users of magic." Scotland groaned and placed his head into his hands, forcing Gofannon into flight again. The tiny black smith tsked at Scotland's sudden movement.

"But Scotland can still use magic." England pointed out.

"That's because it's designed for normal human wizards. He is too strong. Scotland's magic will only be greatly weakened by them." He landed on the nearby coffee table and stood up tall and proud. "If I wanted to though, I could easily make ones strong enough to completely confine his magic." He boasted. He was clearly a prideful person.

"Ye could only do tha' 'cause I'm already partly sealed…." The red head pointed out. The small man shrugged.

Scotland sat up again. "Cheers fer tha info." The man looked at them.

"I only tell you this because I want what is rightfully mine back. They have been missing for a couple of centuries and I will be glad to retrieve them." England looked at the chain closely.

"It is likely that they have been in my basement the entire time… I'm sorry. I didn't know they belonged to you."

The faerie shrugged. "The queen doesn't require them anymore. I only want them back as I spent a lot of time on them. Now that I know where they are I am not worried. I shall wait until you find the key then I will come back for them." He turned to look each one in the eye.

"However stealing from the fae is dangerous. The punishment for the crime is daunting. I shall not report you but if another fairy discovers where you got them from, you two will be…"

He shook his head as if it was better not knowing what would happen. He bowed from the waist respectfully. His wings fluttered before he took flight. He flew from the room. The news was unwelcomed. It only became worse when the fairies returned, reporting that the key was nowhere in England at all. The day ended with the brothers once again sharing the same bed grudgingly.

(A/N - Yep, 5 more days of forced brotherly bonding left.

Gofannon is a welsh fairy that was a blacksmith. Apparently he was good at his job

Gyre Carlin is the queen of all the fairies in Scotland. Apparently she is like a giant ogress or a hag. She can appear as a beautiful person though. Her name means 'greedy old woman' and she is quite cruel and demeaning. She is also meant to be sly and cunning and able to charm men (human or mythical) to do her bidding. She is powerful and rules over fairies, elfs, nymphs, witches, sorceresses who ride behind her when she goes riding around the Highlands. She rides around alot on magical steeds. She is indifferent to All Hallows Eve (Halloween) and doesn't fear the evil spirits. She is sometimes thought as the mother witch.

I think that is all I need to say. Review please!)