Okay, this is pretty much just some random story that popped into my head at 3 in the morning. I thought it was kind of cute, so I posted it up here. :3

Enjoy~ (and don't forget to review)

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Abrubtly, Alfons shot up in his bed and panted as though he had never had oxygen before in his life. He felt immensely terrified, but when he tried to remember why, he couldn't remember. He assumed it had something to do with his dream, so he knew it was nothing that would actually be of danger to his health, so he attempted to go back to sleep. He placed his head on his pillow and closed his eyes. As soon as his eyes were closed, he felt a violent surge of terror and sprung back up in the bed.

"I need Edward," he murmured, standing up. He rubbed his eyes and walked toward the door.

When he got out into the hall, he realized the lights were out and that thought scared him, so he quickly tiptoed to Edward's room.

He gently pressed the door open.

"Edward?" Alfons questioned quietly, peering around the room unable to tell whether Edward was awake. He heard a groan and what sounded like someone sitting up, before a voice rang through the room.

"Yes?"

Alfons quickly answered, "I'm sorry. Were you asleep?"

"Kind of," came a disgruntled reply as the lamp by the bedside lit up, revealing a disheveled, sleepy Edward. His golden blond hair was down from its usual ponytail, causing it to billow down his shoulders and chest messily.

"I'm sorry," Alfons repeated, backing up. "I'm sorry, I'll just be going-"

"No," Edward replied with slight force. "You must have had some"-and he sounded slightly upset about that-"reason to wake me up at," he glanced down at his watch, his eyes widening at the time, before glancing up with a slight glare that made Alfons feel even guiltier, "four in the morning. What did you want?"

"I just," Alfons started quickly, remembering that Edward was very cranky when woken up and that it was best to just get to the point. "Well, I had a dream about something that I can't really remember, but I woke up and my first thought was to come and ask you..." He trailed off weakly.

Edward waited for him to continue his sentence for quite a while, before leaning forward and extending his hand in a 'continue now or I chomp off your head' kind of way, saying "..ask me what?"

Alfons fidgeted with one of the buttons on his white flannel shirt, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.
"Um... can I stay in here tonight?" he questioned rather hesitantly. He opened his left eye a bit to gauge Edward's reaction, and upon seeing the disbelief upon his face, he quickly opened the other eye. "I mean, I'm sorry, it was a horrible idea. I'll just go back to my room and-"

He was cut off by Edward grabbing his arm and pulling him onto the bed.

"Alfons?" he asked, more of a statement than a question, really.

"Yes?" Alfons replied, praying silently that Edward wouldn't kill him.

"Shut up and lay down," Edward answered, laying back down in the spot where he had been sleeping.

Alfons sat there in the silence, staring straight ahead and wondering exactly as to what had just happened. Edward hadn't specifically said that he could stay, but it had been implied, hadn't it? But what if Edward meant for him to go back into his room? Alfons certainly didn't want to seem rude by staying, in case Edward had meant something else, and so he sat there, contemplating it. His thoughts were broken by Edward sitting back up, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Hey? Alfons?" he asked. Alfons snapped out of his little reverie and looked at Edward. He looked amused and had a slight grin on his face. "I said you could stay, so lay down."

Alfons smiled brightly before laying down next to Edward and facing the wall. He snuggled into the pillow that was on the side of the bed he was laying on.

"Edward?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

"No problem."