Ok, I am bored and I don't want to update my other stories yet, so here comes a one shot.


"Tell me again why you are here in the middle of the night?" England stared at the uninvited guest standing in front of his door.

"To watch a movie! I bought this totally cool and scary horror movie and I thought I would share it with you." America showed England the box of DVD with a huge grin on his face.

"Look, you may have too much energy, but I need my sleep, and if you are too scared to watch it yourself, go ask that friend of yours." England slammed the door shut and yawned. He did not sleep for a whole 30 hours, trying to finish that pile of paperwork his boss dumped on him. All he wanted now was to sleep.

"But Tony went back to his planet to visit his parents! England! Let me in! It is dark and cold out here!" America persisted his shouting for a total 10 minutes before England finally lost it.

"Will you bloody shut up?" England shouted as he opened the door again, glaring at America with his bloodshot eyes, freaking America out a little.

"AHHHH! England! You look like one of those zombies from Japan's computer games!" America exclaimed.

"So leave me alone and let me sleep, you git!" England growled as his head started to hurt.

Great, what's next?

"Aww! Come on! The movie only lasts for 1 hour! You can sleep after that!" America convinced as he pushed England inside, entering the house as well.

"Fine, only one!" England gave up and figured that he could sleep while America freaks himself out with all his lame non-horror movies.


"And, if you look here at the corner of the photo, you can see a ghost being captured!" The character in the movie exclaimed as he pointed to the left corner of the photo.

Meanwhile, America screamed and hid his face in the out of shape pillow that he was hugging with too much force. England stared at the screen and at America again, not sure of how he should react. This would be in the least scary or interesting to him, and yet it freaked America out so much.

….What exactly is this guy's definition of scary?

Either way, with that much screaming, England won't be able to fall asleep no matter what. He sighed, how boring.

"UWAA! That thing is in the room! Don't go inside it!" America warned the characters in the movie despite knowing that they won't be able to hear him. So the two main characters happily opened the door that America dreaded so much and were immediately greeted by a zombie with half of its head rotting and the other half coated in blood and grime.

The characters screamed, and so did America, freaked out by the sudden scare. He threw the deformed pillow aside and went to seek comfort from the nearest soft object, England. Yet, his eyes were still glued to the screen.

"Ah! America! Let go of me! You are strangling me!" England shouted as he struggled to escape from or at lease loosen America's hug.

"It is going to eat me! Oh my god I am going to die!" America continued his screaming and ignored England, hugging him tighter.

"If you don't let go of me soon, I AM GOING TO DIE OUT OF SUFFOCATION!" England tried kicking America away, but America's arms were wrapped around him like the tentacles of an octopus.

"OMG Its so gross! Run Jane! Its catching up with you!" America warned the character called Jane as the ugly and scary zombie chased after her, getting closer every moment.

Meanwhile, England was close to passing out.

"AHHH!" Another ear piercing scream was heard as the zombie caught up with Jane and tore her into pieces alive, feeding on her flesh.

"UWAAAAA!" America tightened his grasp by accident thanks to the sudden scare and immediately squeezed the daylight out of England.

The screen was then filled with blood, turning it red, then black to signal the end of the show. America, noticing the suddenly quiet room, looked up to find himself in total darkness. He then looked at England, who had passed out at the wrong time.

"Ahh! England! Wake up! Don't leave me alone in a dark place like this! Where is the switch in this place?" America panicked as he shook England, desperately trying to get England to wake up.

But a lack of sleep and oxygen ended up with an extremely tired and sleepy England who probably won't wake up no matter what. Then again, this was America we were talking about; he who does the impossible.

Grabbing the cup of coke on the table beside them, America did not hesitate at all before he poured it on England, immediately shocking the poor guy up, both wet and surprised.

"De-ack! America! What the bloody hell are you thinking? What did you pour on me?" England smelled his shirt and wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"England! I am so glad you woke up! For a minute there, I thought you were so scared that you had a heart attack and died! Where is the light switch in this place? It is so dark I can hardly see you." America heaved a sigh of relief.

"ANYONE WOULD PASS OUT OF THEY WERE HUGGED BY A MONSTER LIKE YOU!" England shouted angrily. He? Scared? Please, he may be scared of something else, but definitely not one of America's movies. Come on, a stripping France was scarier than this.

"Tch. Either way, the movie is finished, so get out of my house before I have to kick you out." England stood up and reached for the light switch.

"But it is 1 am! Can't I just stay here for the night? This is such a big house, you are sure to have an extra room!" America suggested, the idea of walking down the dark and deserted road to get home was not a good idea, especially when it was right after a movie.

"Then you should have thought of that before you come budging in people's house and disturbing them!" England scolded. That's weird, the switch was not working. Did the light bulb fused?

"Come one! It is just one night!" America refused to give up, as usual.

"-Sigh- Fine. Just stay in your room. I am going to sleep." England gave in, his top priority was to sleep and quarrelling with America can wait. He then walked to his own room, leaving America in the dark living room.

"What about the light?"

"Ah, that. It seems that there is a blackout. Good luck sleeping in the dark room after that movie." England stopped in his tracks, turned around, and smirked.

America's eyes widened.


England laughed as he walked into his room and plopped himself on the soft and comfortable bed after locking the bedroom door, imaging how America would be freaking out by now. But instead of the expected screaming and begging for him (England) to let him in, he heard a soft sobbing.

"Hell. Looks like I am never sleeping tonight." England rolled his eyes and left his comfortable bed, going back to the living room with a torch.

America was still sitting on the same sofa when he last saw him, but America was slightly shivering. Okay, so maybe the movie this time really got America. England sighed again; why didn't he see this coming?

"When are you ever going to grow up and stop having me babysit you?" England remarked sarcastically as he sat beside America.

"But I am a grown up!" America looked up at England with slightly red eyes and argued.

"You are crying because of a movie."

"I am not!"

"You were shivering and sobbing."

"I shivered because I was cold!" America was in denial.

"…" England was speechless.

"…" America had no idea what to say either, and they both of them just stared at each other.

"Fine, I lost. Only for today, you can come and sleep with me, alright?" England broke the silence and replied in a somewhat familiar and kind tone. "So wipe your tears dry. I taught you to be a better gentleman than that."

"I- if you asked, I guess sleeping with you for one night won't kill. But I am only doing it because you asked!" America stuttered.

"Yes, yes. Let's hurry up and go to my room already. I am so sleepy I can die." England rushed and pulled America up from the sofa and held his hand throughout the walk to his bedroom.

America could not help but remember how England was able to calm him down with all these little, simple and yet effective actions like holding his hands or using that soft and kind tone. Thinking back, England was always there when he needed him. Despite the cursing and swearing, he guess he could say that England do care about him all these time.

"Alright, you take the left side and I will take the right. If you dare kick me out of bed or hog the blanket, it's back to the living room. Got it?" England ordered as he changed into a shirt that was not soaked in coke.

"You are talking like I have really bad sleeping habits." America complained as he got himself comfortable on the bed.

"Am I wrong in anyway?" England mocked as he smirked. "If you want me to prove it, I can show you that album of you where you were young. I have many ones with you getting stuck in the toi-"

"I GOT THE POINT! LET'S SLEEP!" America interrupted England from spilling the embarrassing moments when he was young.

"You were so cute and lovable back then. Where did I go wrong with you?" England asked himself as he got onto the bed as well.

"I am still lovable!" America protested with a childish expression on his face.

England could not help but chucked at that, the America now really reminded him of the past.

"Yes, yes. Whatever you said." England smiled and out of habit, kissed America on the cheek, like how he would always do that before he tuck the young America to bed.

But this, was not the same America and England too, realized that when America's face looked like a tomato.

"Ah- Err- I…" England was having a lack of words as he felt his face got hotter too. "Nothing happened! Nothing!" England went for the most unreasonable approach; denying what he had just done.

"Ye-Yeah! Nothing at all! Ahaha… What are we doing? Let's sleep! I am tired!" America laughed awkwardly and the both of them turned away, their back facing each other.

Then, the room became dead quiet and all they could hear was the sound of breathing, and their violently thumping hearts. As much as they wanted to deny it, something did happen, and it was not normal.

England did not know what was going through his mind when he kissed America, but his heart was telling him to give him another shot while his mind struggled to restrain him. America hated him, ignoring whatever he had to say, making fun of him every day, calling him a tea freak… Things between them were never peaceful after that small declaration. How could he bring himself to tell America that he could not allow independence, because he could not bear to let him go? …America would never like him again, and he must be disgusted by that kiss just now.

But why won't his heart calm down?

America still could not believe that England kissed him. There was no way that the person who was always disagreeing and going against him would do that right? He was sure that England did not forgive him for the scar that he left on him when he wanted independence. Even if he were to tell England that he wanted independence to be treated equally; not his little brother, but somehow who he can depend on, someone who can protect him now, England probably won't buy it.

So why was he still clinging onto that small chance of England still liking him?

"It was all out of habit right? Yup, that must be it! Nothing else but an old practice too familiar to forget. Nothing changes with that, nothing at all." Both England and America thought to themselves, feeling rather gloomy. "Then…"

"When will he ever willingly kiss the 'me' now?"

"When will he ever like me again?"