Day Three: Gaming/Watching a Movie

(This is where they are countries~)

"Alfred are you sure you want to watch this? You get so jumpy when you're watching stuff like that and can't sleep." America looked up as he got to his feet and laughed, putting his hands on his hips.

"Dude this won't scare me!" he gave a grin to the Brit, "I've been through way worse things than this crap!" It was a lovely Friday night, winter was creeping in which meant Alfred was going to be in his house so he could be locked up in his sweet heated home. He hated the cold with a burning passion, unless he had Arthur by his side. Then they could just cuddle together and get warmer.

Now he finally had the chance to snuggle next to his lover and watch a nice little movie without any interruptions. Or at least he hoped there wouldn't be any. The movie was a really creepy one called, "Ouija" that he had actually freaked out over just when watching the trailer. But he couldn't tell Arthur that without the Brit immediately refusing and heading back to the UK without another thought.

Tonight was going to be perfect if he played his cards right.

England crossed his arms, still not sure about doing all of this just quite. He knew America would obviously overreact and start wailing away without stop, desperate to now sleep with him for the fear of someone jumping out and attacking him. It was exactly the same when the American was a young child, begging for a scary story but always ended up peeing the bed when he got what he wanted.

If there was one thing Arthur knew, he did NOT want Alfred peeing in the same bed he was sleeping in thank you very much. He preferred feeling sanitary when getting his rest instead of worrying about feeling warm liquid soaking the bedsheets. And on that happy thought, the blue eyed blonde brought in a big bowl of popcorn. He had been in the process of shoving a huge handful into his mouth before setting in next to the Englishman.

"Here you go dude!" he got the remote control, "Now we can get the party started!"

"It's hardly a party America," England snorted, "There's only two of us!" Really, it did start to annoy him when his boyfriend exaggerated so much. Making everything seem like it was such a big deal when in reality it wasn't. In his country they had never, ever done that. Well at least him specifically hadn't. Maybe it was just an American thing. After all they are focused on bigger must be better or whatever. But that wasn't the issue at the moment.

"It's an expression," Al nudged him with his elbow, "Duh! I mean don't you use like metaphors as your place?"

"We don't use the word 'like' in every sentence and we prefer to try to stay literate and leave the fancy talk to Shakespeare," he said dryly, though he was joking a little.

"Yeah, yeah," America rolled his eyes and started the DVD, "Stop acting like you have a stick up your ass. There won't be room for mine then." The last part was just a fun little poke at him, though he realized he probably should have refrained from saying that as he saw the bright red color that flushed on his lover's cheeks.

"ALFRED FOSTER JONES!" he slapped him hard, fuming, "Don't you dare even try to go there! How dare you be so vulgar?!" He was shaking, thinking about the line over and over again to control himself. The idiot!

"Ow!" the younger man whined, "That hurt you asshat! Why can't we ever just watch a movie without you brutally attacking me?!" The smack really had hurt, and he felt like crying. Every time they got together they seemed to fight and he absolutely hated it. He wanted them to lie down, watch the movie, and make love. Not too much to ask for, right?

Seeing the tears glistening in his sparkling blue eyes, England's green one's softened with compassion and he kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry love," he whispered, "You know how insecure I get on that subject though. I can't help it. I promise I'll sit through the movie without a complaint and no criticizing you for being scared. Deal?"

Alfred sniffled and looked down at him, wiping his tears away before they could fall. "You promise?" he whimpered pitifully. Honestly he was just trying to make Arthur pity him, but the Brit didn't need to know that.

"Promise on the British Canal!" he swore, a smile adorning his lips. America grinned and snuggled him against his chest, the movie finally starting.

"Thanks dude- AH!"

"…America that was just the opening credits."

The End~