England rolled his eyes and closed the curtains "well...I guess it doesn't bloody matter...good night." he said America ruffled the Brit's hair playfully and walked out. England frowned and quickly got into his pyjamas, every so often casting a nervous glance around the darkened room. He climbed into the bed and pulled the covers up to his chin. Closing his eyes he allowed sleep to overtake him.
When he woke up England found himself surrounded by darkness. He looked around and felt panic rising in his chest. Suddenly he felt something breathing down his neck. England spun around quickly just barely catching a glimpse of a dark shadow watching him from the corner...
"No..." he whimpered as tears welled in the corners of his eyes. The breathing down his continued. The panic in the Brit's chest got stronger and soon he found shaking and tears streaming down his cheeks. Collapsing against the wall and burrying his head in his hands England noticed the dark shadow approaching him. As it got closer he realised the shape had menacing glowing eyes and sharp teeth. He gasped and pressed his body even closer to the wall than he thought possible "G-Go away..." he spat, trying the best he could to hide his fear.
The shadow gave a harsh laugh and moved closer. England yelped in suprise and closed his eyes, fearing the worst.
"Iggy, Iggy!, Hey England wake up!"
The Brit sat up quickly, breathing heavily and trembling, as his vision cleared he could just about make out the shape of America standing beside the bed looking at him with an expression of worry and confusion in his eyes.
"England...you were screaming...what happened dude?..." he asked England glared at him before standing up shakily "Nothing! why would anything be wrong!?" he asked, crossing his arms in annoyance.
America sighed, the brit was too stubborn for his own good...