How dare you guys! You made me break 700 hits in one night~ XD Forcin me to be happy. How dare you.

People sent in movie ideas, so I stayed up all night and watched all the horrors you sent. I have to say that I didn't sleep at all…it was awesome. (but i also included one or two of my own personal preferences)

I might be a little high off painkillers and fatigue right now…so please excuse any grammar issues….

Songs

'I Don't Love You' by My Chemical Romance

'Man of a Thousand Faces' by Regina Spektor

'Estasi Dell Anima' from the Zombieland Soundtrack

That night, Alfred stayed up into the late hours of the night on his laptop. Ivan waited patiently for the American to finish his business so that he could use the computer. He was in Alfred's home, so he didn't want to over-impose like he knew he was prone to doing, but at about eleven-thirty, Ivan was growing impatient.

"Alfred, I need to send a message to my boss to tell him vhere I am…also, I'd like to check how the candidates are doing for the coming elections…" He paused in the doorway, staring at the computer screen. Alfred had his headphones in and was watching…something. "Vhat are you watching…?" the Russian said in horrified awe.

Alfred looked up at him, his eyes almost watering with happy tears. "Isn't it the most beautiful thing you've ever seen?" he said in wonder. "It's called 'Epic Meal Time'…"

Ivan's face contorted in disgust. "Are they eating…?"

"It's a pig that they stuffed with a turkey that they wrapped in bacon, deep fried, stuffed with a quail, and marinated with Jack Daniels. They're topping it off with Big Mac sauce and some sliced up burger bits. They're weaving some candied bacon to wrap the pig in next…wanna watch with me? It's an experience…it's kinda turning me on," Alfred said, grinning like this was totally normal…

"This is vhat you have been doing in here?" Ivan deadpanned.

Alfred grinned at him, "Yeah, man! I'm hungry… I think I'll go have a snack. You said you wanted the computer?" He held the laptop out and got up out of the computer chair. "Have at it."

Ivan just nodded to him and closed out of all that.

Alfred raided his freezer and took out some frozen patties. He heated up the stove and cooked himself a burger. He always had the best kind of dreams if he ate before going to bed. Sometimes they ended up being nightmares, but those were cool too- like a scary movie in your brain.

…

Alfred woke with a feeling in the pit of his stomach that something terrible would happen today. Maybe he'd had a nightmare last night, but if so, he couldn't remember it. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, drug himself out of bed, and shuffled across the hall to take a shower.

He stepped out the fogged doors and grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist. He shook his head like a dog trying to get dry. He glanced over at the cabinet.

Ivan heard the shower going and forced himself awake. He'd been up until this morning, sending emails and reading local news from different regions to see how things were going back home. He'd wanted to be thorough.

What France had said on the phone yesterday was really starting to get to the Russian. How could someone think that he and Alfred could fall in love again?

It was impossible.

Neither of them would allow it.

Ivan didn't want to have any unnecessary attachment to someone. He'd tried in the past. And that had been a mistake. He always had a way of driving them away for fear of losing them some other way. It was less painful if he did it himself. And the loneliness was just a steady, familiar, comfort- something he could rely on.

Alfred was a different story. He loved a lot of other countries, and had a desperate need to be loved back, but it was abrasive sometimes and people thought he was being pushy. He often tried to convince people that they could be happier if they were like him and shared his political and economic views. He was never very forceful about it, but it was always a gloating, boastful sort of thing that drove people away.

And there was a reason why Ivan and Alfred hadn't worked out the first time. It was long and complicated, but it was also very simple. They were stubborn and strong. 1949 seemed like only yesterday.

The Soviet Union had just tested their first nuclear weapon designed off America's 'Fat Man' bomb. Ivan was sitting up and stroking it one August night in the lab where it was made, contemplating the damage it could do, when Alfred broke through the six-inch-thick metal doors. He was holding a revolver and his eyes looked distant and crazed.

He cocked the gun and pointed it at the communist, his finger on the trigger; not shaking at all. "Why?" was all he could manage to say as he approached quickly. His steps rang out on the polished concrete floor.

Ivan smiled at him pleasantly. "Now we vill be even, da? You vill not hurt me…"

Alfred's fingers tightened around the gun. "I told you that I wasn't going to attack you…"

"I remember," Ivan said, nodding and getting to his feet, being followed the the barrel of the American's gun. "But…you can lie."

Alfred's jaw locked in anger. "When have I lied to you?"

Ivan sent him a glare filled with murderous intentions. "Vhen you said you vould help me fight Germany."

Alfred closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I withdrew that money because you'd use it to spread communism and eat up more countries."

"Obviously you don't trust me," Ivan mused, an odious grin remolding his face.

The American frowned deeply. He hated that he couldn't say that wasn't true. "No…I don't."

"Then vhy should I trust you?"

Alfred wanted to say 'because I'm in my sane mind', but he didn't think it would help his case at the moment. And…considering what kind of a mad rage had brought him here…maybe he wasn't in his 'sane mind' either.

Ivan watched the American closely. As usual, he was overreacting. The Soviet Union wasn't making nukes to destroy America. They were making nukes to protect themselves from America. Why didn't Alfred realize that?

The gun clicked as Alfred locked it and put his hand down. "Maybe you shouldn't trust me," he said. "Because…apparently nothing is real anymore." The American started laughing hysterically.

Ivan sent him a look that looked both confused and worried for his mental health.

Alfred caught his breath and sent a cruel, smiling glare, all his teeth showing brilliantly. "I actually thought I was in love with you! Isn't that funny! Ahahaa! YOU! It sounds disgusting just comin' off my tongue now…! Of all the crazy things I've done! What the hell?"

Ivan felt the need to throw up. What had just happened?

Alfred swayed dangerously. He seemed drunken with rage and confusion. "I'll be waiting for you to make the first move…when you do…I will destroy you…"

Ivan quirked an eyebrow. "I think it more reasonable to believe you will attack first…"

Alfred's eyes grew wide with realization. He still couldn't be the one to initiate it. Because he still cared too much to really want to hurt Ivan. But, he also couldn't start it because…if he did…he would be forcing Ivan to retaliate…

So…yeah…they'd been pretty fucked up.

Ivan didn't want to try again. And he wouldn't. Things would just fall into shambles again. Ivan didn't love the American anymore. That ship had sailed, been shot down by fighter-jets, and burned to a pile of waterlogged ash the bottom of the sea.

It was nice to spend time with Alfred again, and it was good to be under the title of 'friends', but…love was completely different. Friends didn't have to be close.

But…maybe it wouldn't hurt this time?

Ivan shook his head firmly, pulling the bleached linens over his head and rolling over. The fan was on full-force and Ivan had kicked off the heavy blankets. It still felt hot. Why did it feel like someone was touching his spine?

Alfred was in the bathroom, hand immersed in the Vaseline that Ivan's heart was suspended in. He stared at the organ critically. Why had Ivan given him this?

Surely he wasn't giving him his metaphorical heart? That would be craziness to even suggest. Ivan was a recluse by choice much of the time. Though, he was slowly getting better.

Alfred carefully placed the heart back into the jar. The Russian didn't mean a thing by it. Even if he did, Alfred would never be able to return such a thing…again.

A knock on the door pulled the American's attention back. "Are you almost finished?"

Alfred dried off and got dressed. Ivan took a shower after him and the two drove to the airport. "We could just drive to your capital…" Ivan suggested at one point.

"It would take five or six hours by car when it can be done in two by plane."

"How wasteful. It is no wonder vhy you are in such debt."

The plane ride was pretty much silent. Alfred texted while Ivan just read a pamphlet that had been in the back of the seat ahead of them.

For once, Alfred had decided they should take a commercial airline instead of his private jet. He could get tickets for spaces that hadn't been sold, for free if he just gave identification to someone at the front desk, at any airport in America. It would become expensive to keep refilling the fuel in the jet.

When they arrived in D.C. Alfred called a driver to the airport to take him to his home on Pennsylvania Avenue. "You can't miss it…it's big and white…"

"You mean the White House? I can't just drop you off on the front lawn you know," the chuffer said, turning back in his seat and scrutinizing America.

Alfred just smiled and went into his wallet, taking out a card with his face on it. "I've got authorization to go anywhere in this country with absolutely no questions asked."

Alfred's boss greeted the two as they stepped in one of the back entrances of the White House. He seemed friendly enough, but it was a very polished sort of kindness, one that had been practiced and manicured to be performed over and over.

He shook Ivan's hand vehemently, gushing about Ivan's upcoming elections and how happy he was for the Russian. Ivan just accepted the pleasantry with a smile as he was used to doing.

Alfred raided the White House kitchens. He loved staying in the capital. There were always chefs in the president's house that would bake him cakes and give him ice cream while he talked with his boss.

Ivan was given a tour of the house by the president's two daughters, Malia and Sasha while Alfred and the president discussed ideas to raise the debt ceiling.

Kiku arrived later that night while Ivan was still being led through a hall of paintings of the previous presidents. Obama excused his country to go handle the international relations while he held a meeting of the house representatives down the street.

Alfred jumped up and down, clenching his fists. "Whatcha bring? Oh, it's been so long since you've been over to watch movies! Decades! I've made tons of epic horrors since you were here last time. Whatcha bring?"

The small Asian man reached into a grey canvas bag that was draped over his shoulder. "I've got Audition by Miike Takashi, Ringu by Koji Suzuki, and Ju-On the Grudge. I thought that you would enjoy those," he said with a small smile. It had been a long time since the two had found time to just hang out, and though Kiku would always find Alfred insufferably annoying, it was still endearing in a way.

"And this is the Blue Room that leads out the South Portico entrance! We use it when we hold ceremonies in the back!" Sasha was saying. She was gripping Ivan's hand and helping her sister drag the Russian on their tour. They loved having nation representatives visit.

Kiku heard the loud talking and the sound of footsteps on tiles. He looked up to see Ivan being dragged by the two girls. There was an instant irritation in the Japanese man, but there was absolutely no way to tell he was angry at all. He just went silent and stoic.

Ivan was smiling as the two girls brought him back to where Alfred was standing with Kiku. The smile dropped instantly in seeing the Asian man again. He hadn't thought it would piss him off so much.

Alfred was rummaging in the shoulder bag that was strapped over the shorter man's torso. "Ah, we should totally watch Mirrors! And the Amityville Horror…and…um…what did we watch last time you were here?"

"Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Psycho, and Friday the Thirteenth," Kiku replied, still keeping eye-contact with the Russian.

Alfred smiled brightly. "Alright! Then we should watch the remake of Nightmare on Elm Street and the other three you said you had!"

Ivan stared at the two. "We are going to vatch six movies in one night?"

Alfred looked at his watch. "We've got plenty of time…" he said calmly. He looked at Malia. "Would you girls mind sharing a room just for tonight?" he said sweetly, giving his best puppy-dog eyes.

The older daughter smiled. "Sure, Alfred. Just…use the spare bed. Last time you got food crumbs everywhere."

Alfred grinned. He loved the presidential families. They were always the closest thing to a family he had besides England, France, and Canada…but they were countries, so it wasn't the same. "I'll get out the spare cot too. Ruski's spending the night."

"Really?" Sasha said, jumping a little.

"Really?" Kiku growled weakly. He did not want to be rude, but staying in the same room as the Russian was bad enough, why must he spend so much time here? Why was he here in the first place? Alfred hadn't mentioned this.

The American hardly noticed the tension between those two.

Alfred lead the other two upstairs to the living floor of the White House. They borrowed the West Bedroom and set up their things on the coffee table. There was a flat-screen in the wall and a DVD player over the mantel.

"You should cover the windows…" Ivan suggested. "It vould make the room darker…for you…if you want to be frightened that badly."

"Awesome idea!" Alfred cried, and he covered the windows with heavy bed sheets so the room went dark. "Let's watch Nightmare on Elm Street first!" he said excitedly.

The movie didn't freak Alfred out that badly really. It was just a lot of gore and moments to make you jump, but there was nothing in there that was as scary as ghosts. You could fight Freddy Krueger if you wanted. He would probably kill you, but you could still fight…

Kiku put in 'Audition' next. He sat calmly on the far side of the couch, sending a glare to the Russian.

"Do not look at me like that," Ivan said finally. "I am not doing anything to you, da?"

Alfred looked over at the Asian. "What's wrong Kiku?"

"It is nothing. Watch the movie."

So they did. Alfred sat in the middle of the cushy couch, sitting forward at first when the movie started in a hospital, but when there were no exploding IV bags or haunted hospital equipment, he got bored and fell asleep. Kiku shook him awake so he'd see the ending when the girl finally exposed what was so odd about her.

"Okay!" Alfred said, "Now…we get to the good stuff! Let's watch the Grudge!"

The American was alright for the first ten minutes of the movie, all the way through the suicide scene then through the maid part, but when the volunteer girl was drug up into the attic; Alfred was screaming like a little girl and burying himself in the couch. It only escaladed from there. He jumped into the Asian man's lap at least twice- to Ivan's disgust.

Kiku had seen the movie so many times and the storyline was illogical. He watched the Russian's expressions when Alfred was clinging to his arm. Why did Ivan look so angry? He didn't really care. He was just glad that it upset the Russian.

When the movie had gone off, Alfred had eaten a whole bag of Chex Mix, some popcorn, and two cokes. "We gotta watch Amityville Horror next," he said, still trembling from the Grudge.

It had gotten dark outside by now. The clock read that it was almost midnight. "Maybe we should take a break…" Kiku suggested. "You're shaking, Alfred-san."

The American just grinned, "Nonsense! It's almost midnight, that's the best time to watch horror films!"

Ivan just smirked. The American was so terrified of ghosts…but he watched these movies anyway? Was he a masochist?

The next movie was playing and Alfred was okay at first while the action built. He slowly shoved himself deeper into the couch cushions as the movie progressed. Finally, in the last few scenes, when the father of the house was going crazy and found the tunnels under the house, Alfred had started screaming and dove behind Ivan, arms gripping around his waist like he was a huge teddy bear- or human meat-shield. Ivan could feel the American's trembling.

Ivan was unused to comforting people who were terrified at something that wasn't him. He turned himself around and pulled the American out from behind him. The movie was still making gruesome noises in the background. "Ne realьnый, Fredka… ne realьnый…" Ivan said gently.

Alfred just gripped tightly to Ivan's waist until the family finally escaped the house. It freaked him out even more that it was based off a real story!

They watched 'The Ring' next. Kiku loved this movie. It scared the shit out of Alfred. Especially the scene where the girl crawls out of the television, Alfred had himself barricaded behind blankets and pillows and Ivan and Kiku, anything he could bury himself with and hide.

Alfred pointed to the cabinet when the movie had ended. "Ivan…can you get out 'Mirrors' for me please?"

"Ah…da," the Russian replied with a smile. He moved around the coffee table to the cabinet where the movies were kept. He read the spines of their cases. He found the one with red letters on the side that read 'Mirrors' and he flicked it away from the others. He held it up. "This one, da?"

Alfred cringed at the creepy face on the front. "Y-yeah…"

The movie started and Alfred was screaming the second the janitor's reflection killed him with a shard of glass. He didn't let go of Ivan at all after that.

Japan watched Alfred gripping to the Russian and felt disgusted. Were these two becoming friends again…? He'd thought that this madness had ended a century ago. Did this mean that Alfred was going to make him try and befriend the Russian? No chance of that…not after Port Arthur.

Translation-

Ne realьnый- Not real

Yeah. I'm really not sure how to portray Obama. I don't keep up with what his personality is like besides the fact that he tries to be a crowd-pleaser type (like every politician). And I don't know where the family sleeps (it might be creepy if I did).

I'm actually neutral about Obama right now. He hasn't really screwed up yet but he really hasn't done anything either. So, I'll save my opinions for when something really happens.

Please review?