America looked around in fright, panting heavily. He was in England's house, which he regretted even entering in the first place. Footsteps could be heard nearby, and the American nearly jumped.
"Crap!" He yelled, running to a room across the hall and locking the door. After a moment of listening for the footsteps, he sighed and slumped against the wooden door.
"I should be safe now," he said between deep breaths, swallowing hard afterward.
It stayed silent for a couple minutes and it made him get more afraid each passing second. After a while he finally decided to open the door.
He gulped as he reached for the door knob, hand shaking the whole time.
"Calm down...he's probably not out there any more...," he gulped. "Besides, a hero shouldn't be afraid of anything!" and with that he swung the door open and looked around the hallway.
He sighed in relief when he saw no sign of the man he was running from. "The hero is safe!" He smiled, strutting out of the room with confidence.
He grinned just as he was reaching for the front door but he started to shake in fear once he heard a familiar voice.
"Where do you think you're going?" England asked from behind in a low tone.
"O-oh...England...I was j-just going home..." He answered, not moving an inch from being in ultimate fear.
"But you must stay to eat some of my food." England grinned as bangs drooped over his eyes which made him even more creepier. He walked closer to the American with a plate of scones in hand.
America started to shake uncontrollably and slowly turned around to face the Brit, only to find that England was a couple inches away.
"I-I'm really not hungry right now..." America whispered. England smirked.
"But your always such a pig, why are you not hungry now?" He questioned as he took a step towards America, grabbing a scone from the plate.
America backed away from him and now had his back against the door.
"W-well...I ate a crap ton of food before I came over..." He explained nervously.
"Before you came over and threw eggs at my house!" England shouted and aimed the scone directly to America's mouth.
"Noooooooo!" America screamed.
Suddenly America jolted up from bed, panting with sweat dripping down his face.
He laughed nervously and wiped his forehead with the back of his hand.
"It was just a dream..." He sighed in relief.
"Hey America! I made you some scones!" England shouted from the front door of America's house, a plate of scones in one hand.
America leaned over and looked through the window and saw England there.
The so called hero screamed and fainted, hitting the bed with a 'thump!'.