Sitting on the edge of his bed, America wiped the sweat from his face, taking a deep breath. He looked at the clock, then standing and walking to the bathroom. He looked at himself… He looked sickly; bags under his eyes and pale skin, bringing out icy blue eyes.

Splashing cold water on his face, he thought of the dream- no… nightmare- that he had awoken to. He had been having the same nightmare for a few weeks now. It was about the Cold War with Russia...

He sighed and wiped the images from his head, heading downstairs for a cup of coffee. On the way, he peeked into his brother's room. Canada was still asleep… Why wouldn't he be? He wasn't waking up with nightmares every day.

He poured a cup of coffee, his hand shaking. He jumped as he thought he heard movement…. It was just the insomnia getting to him. He would sleep for maybe a half an hour before waking and being unable to go back to sleep.

The phone rang… It was 12:30 in the morning and NOBODY ever called America OR Canada at this time…. They were both asleep at midnight.

America looked at the caller ID…

It was Russia.

He quickly picked the phone up, answering it with a quiet, sleep-deprived "Yes, Ivan?"

"Alfred?"

Russia sounded like he had just woken up to find Belarus in his room.

He sounded worried or scared, or upset…. Things that Russia never sounded like…

"Alfred? I wanted to talk to you… Have you been having nightmares?"

America woke up a little, surprised by Russia's questions.

"Yes, Ivan… I have been having nightmares…. What are yours about?"

He walked across the room, sitting in his armchair and sipping some of his coffee.

"Alfred, I haven't been able to sleep for nights because every night it's the same thing… I wake up after about an hour of sleep…."

Russia sounded slightly relieved. He sighed into the phone, waiting for America's reply.

"I'm in the same situation, Ivan…."

America mumbled to the Russian, never feeling more comforted by the accent. He took another small sip of his coffee.

"Can you come over so we can talk in private? I'd be more comfortable telling you what it is about in person…"

Russia whispered, closing his soft, violet eyes.

America smiled.

"Okay Ivan! Let me get my glasses and put my jacket on…"

He ran upstairs, as quietly as he could and grabbed his bomber jacket and glasses. He tossed them on, scribbling a note for Canada; just in case he wasn't back before Mattie woke up. He picked his cell phone up and called Russia on that, after hanging his home phone up.

"I'll be there shortly. I just left my house now."

"Thank you, Alfred…. I owe you. Now, I must go and put some actual clothing on and make something for us to drink."

He could tell by the tone in Russia's voice that he was both relieved and happy.

"See you then, Ivan."

America ran a hand through his hair as Russia hung up the phone.

He grinned and closed his cell phone, stashing it in the pocket of his bomber jacket. He saw Japan's flower shop on the way. He stopped in and looked for something for Russia.