Sitting in the dark England realized if not for the first time just how utterly pathetic American horror movies were. Especially the remakes. In England's opinion nothing was less terrifying then an American remake of a horror movie. Even Frances perverse touching sprees were more of a fright. Then again to England hardly anything was scary, besides maybe Russia and being molested to death by a horny France. The mere thought sent shivers down his spin.
A practically loud scream from next to the bright blond haired man, amplified by the shrill scream of the female on the telly caused England to almost drop his tea. Looking towards the scream, England saw America curled up freighted with a pillow in his arms and practically encasing himself into the arm rest. If it weren't for the fact that England was just plain wore out from last few days of work, he was sure he would have found the sight funny and a tad enduring. Instead he just sighed at the sight wondering, not for the first time, if America was some kind of mental masochist. He knew these movies scared the hell out of him, yet he always was the one who brought them over, who begged and pleaded for England to watch them with him, and always ended up a scared mess who needed to sleep in England's bed with him "to protect England from the ghost" or what ever.
If it wasn't for the fact England understood a thing or two about male pride he'd call America out on his utter bullshit. Looking back at the screen, not really paying attention to the movie anymore, England lost himself in mundane wonderings, mostly about Doctor Who, and almost didn't noticed when he was quickly pulled in to be squeezed around the middle by a very hysterical and tear stained American.
"Alfred Jones, if the movie scares you that much then turn it off." England exasperated.
The blue eyed male looked up at him pouting like a lost puppy, knowing full well how hard it was for England to say no to such a look, "But it'll ruin movie night and… And it's almost over, plus I'm not scared. I'm just holding you to protect you from the monster… Yep."
England of course was not convinced, but as habits went, though he swore on day this habit was going to kill him, England let America have his way and just leaned back into the couch, lightly putting his own arms around the younger male. Almost instantly England felt conferrable even with America squeezing him out of fright every now and then. England really had to admit he liked cuddling with America even in slightly odd ways such as this one and if the lessening in shaking from America was anything to go by, the slightly taller male was also comforted by the situation. Not that either would ever admit it.
Without even realizing it both of them had fallen asleep in each others arms long before the credits rolled, and while they'd both wake up in the morning each pretending something different hadn't happened the night before, for now they could sleep and dream holding on to one another happily as if things between them had always been this way, and maybe such moments were for the best.
AN: Umm yeah really short one-shot anyways just posting this let ya'll know I am not dead. I am working on other fics there just going slowly writers block and all. Well hope ya'll enjoyed see ya next fic xD