You picked up your speed knowing exactly what room you needed to find, room 224. Finding the room you took a deep breath and knocked on the door. You needed a hero in this situation and there was no one better equipped for that the Alfred or America. When he didn't answer you knocked again, this time a little more loudly.

"Who is it?" You heard Alfred call followed by a yawn.

"Who else would be bothering you at 2am?" You said back, wrapping th blanket around your shoulders even tighter.

You heard stumbling around and a flick of a switch before the door opened. Inside the room was a very sleepy Alfred with a bad case of bed hair. He was wearing a onesie with stars and cowboy hats printed onto it.

"_, what are you doing here?" Alfred asked fixing up his glasses.

"Nightmare," you bluntly said. "And I can't sleep now."

"A nightmare hey?" Alfred murmured to himself before opening the door wider to let you in. "Come in." You did as he instructed. "So what was the nightmare about? Zombies, monsters, ghouls?"

"No, no," you shook your head and sat down on the edge of Alfred's bed. "None of that. Just blood and murder and high pitched screams and more blood."

"Did you get hurt in the dream or. . .?" Alfred trailed off and sat down next to you.

"No, it was just terrible," you tried to find the right words. "Physiological."

"So why did you come to me?" He asked oblivious to what the answer might be considering he was still half asleep.

"I need a hero," you mumbled. "And since my sister isn't here I need you to be the hero."

That got Alfred in a buzz, he jumped onto his feet and fist-pumped the air. "Well of course I'll be your hero _!" He exclaimed. "I keep on telling you if you ever need someone the hero will always help out."

"I know," you laughed and rolled your eyes, it felt good talking with Alfred after the nightmare. "I just have never really needed a hero until now."

Alfred gave you a warm smile. "So do you need anything? Is there anything I could do?" He asked, calming back down.

"Well, whenever I have these nightmares my sister always lets me sleep in her bed, so," you trailed off and looked over to a corner. You hadn't realised how awkward this sounded.

After a couple of seconds Alfred finally realised that you weren't going to continue and took his cue to say something. "Well you can always stay with me for the night. Seriously dude, you just need to ask. It's no biggie really."

You looked back up and gave the American a warm smile. "Thanks."

"Okay come on," Alfred said and began to climb into the bed. "Some of us need our beauty sleep," Alfred joked.

You followed Alfred's actions and slid into the bed. It was warm and soft. You were about to say goodnight when you felt Alfred staring at you.

"You don't have to distance yourself _," Alfred laughed. "Come over here."

Before you could answer he pulled you over and buried his head in the crook of your neck. Your face heated up instantly and you felt your body go stiff. Realising your sudden discomfort, Alfred shifted himself so that you now were lying on his chest, feeling the steady heart beat pound against his ribcage.

"Is that better?" He whispered.

You relaxed. "Yeah," you breathed, closing your eyes. You could feel yourself become drowsy. "You know you're a real hero Alfred," you yawned.

"You can praise me in the morning," Alfred chuckled into your hair. He wrapped his arms around your torso. "But for now you need to sleep."

"Thanks Alfred," you mumbled again. "Goodnight."

Before you fell asleep you heard Alfred whisper, "goodnight," sweetly into your ear.

You woke up to the sounds of banging coming from the bathroom. Slowly you opened your eyes and realised that a certain American wasn't anywhere to be found. He started to miss his gentle hold.

"Aw come on dude! Why won't you turn on?" You heard Alfred complain from the bathroom.

You let out a small giggle. Okay maybe you didn't miss his touch. You hopped out of bed and walked over to an open door where Alfred's voice had come from. You peaked inside and saw the American fiddling with the tap, the wrong end of a tooth brush was in his mouth.

"I see you're having trouble," you commented lightly.

Alfred turned and gave you a weak smile. "Yeah," he laughed weakly. "Also good morning."

"Morning," you nodded and walked over to the sink. With a turn of your wrist you turned the tap on.

"Dude, how did you?" Alfred asked and stared at the tap.

You shrugged. "I have the magic touch," you joked.

Alfred had already stuck his tooth brush in his mouth, this time the right way. "Did you sleep well?" He asked.

"Mm, hm," you hummed. "Thanks again."

"Aw it's no problem really," Alfred said and spat out the tooth paste. "Now, breakfast. How does McDonalds sound?"

You let out a small laugh. Alfred always with the McDonalds. "Sounds great," you commented. "Wanna invite Arthur or Mattie?"

"Nah," Alfred shook his head. "I was just hoping it'd be you and me. Besides Matthew was talking about taking Arthur and a couple of others to some pancake place."

"Sounds like Matthew. So we'll get dressed and then go?" You asked.

"Nope. We'll just rock up in this," Alfred answered and gave you a reassuring smile. He walked back into the bedroom and grabbed his jacket. He looked at it and then chucked it at you. "Here wear this, it's probably cold out."

You shrugged it on. "Thanks," you mumbled. "So shall we?" You extended your arm to Alfred.

"We shall," Alfred said with as much maturity as he could muster and linked arms with yours.

(Would pull the other person onto his chest and use it as a pillow. His arms would be wrapped around them)