Save Me from Myself [ UsUk/ UkUs ]

"It's a bloody movie."

Alfred made his way downstairs and plopped down on the couch. He turned the television on as he waited for Arthur to get done with his shower.

Almost an hour had passed before Arthur came limping down the stairs with wet hair and a clean pair of clothes on.

He came into the living room and spotted Alfred on the couch. "I haven't watched the telly in ages. What are you watching?" He asked as he sat down beside the American.

"Incidious is about to come on." Alfred said excitedly. "I love scary movies so much!" He said excitedly.

Arthur chuckled and crossed his arms. "I doubt you could last five minutes watching that movie." He said with a smirk.

Alfred's gasped. "I bet I could last the entire movie!" He said triumphantly. Little did he know that the movie was starting.

"Well then Mr. 'Hero', why don't we find out?" Arthur said smugly and turned towards the TV.

Alfred stuck his tongue out and began watching the movie. He was already clutching a pillow close to him.

Arthur watched the movie with boredom, pointing out every little mistake or flaw. He even laughed at some of the parts.

About halfway through the movie Alfred had scooted closer to Arthur. The American was staring at the screen in fear and swallowed slightly. When something popped up on the screen he had finally been scared out of his mind. Alfred basically tackled Arthur from where he was sitting and buried his face in the Brit's chest. "Don't let them get me!"

Arthur was pushed onto his back. "Bloody Hell! Get off me you wanker!" He yelled as he tried to shove Alfred away from him.

Alfred continued to hold the Brit while whimpering like a little kid. Arthur will save me! He won't let the scary monsters kill me.

Arthur finally gave up with a sigh and laid his head back on the armrest. "It's a bloody movie. That means its not real." He told Alfred in frustration.

"But, what if the thing came out of the TV and attacked me?" Alfred whined and looked up at Arthur.

"It's not going to come out of the blasted telly!" Arthur yelled. He tried to push Alfred away, failing yet again.

Alfred nodded and slowly let go of the Brit. He stood and offered a hand out. "M-Maybe we should head off to bed." The American suggested.

"I hate to say it, but I agree with you." Arthur took Alfred's hand and was pulled off the couch.

Alfred smiled and started towards his room but then his face turned a slight red color when he remembered what Arthur had asked earlier that night. "H-Hey, Arthur?" He asked.

"Hm?" Arthur turned around just as he was about to walk up the steps towards his bedroom. "What is it?"

"D-Do you still want me to stay with you tonight?" Alfred asked, his face still a slight red color.

"What are you talking about? Of course you can stay here." Arthur replied.

Alfred sighed in relief when he realized Arthur didn't know what he was talking about. He walked towards his room and shut the door quickly.

Arthur watched in confusion as the American left. He seems a bit... upset. But why? He quietly made his way down the hall and stopped outside Alfred's bedroom door, sticking an ear against it to see if he could hear anything.

Alfred buried his face into his pillow. "That was so embarrassing. I'm glad Artie didn't know what I was talking about. " The American mumbled into his pillow but it was muffled

Arthur couldn't make out many words but could hear his name being said. He slowly opened the door and peeked his head inside. "Alfred? Are you alright?"

Alfred sat up quickly. "Ya, I'm fine. Why do you ask?" He tried to sound casual but he didn't do a very good job of it.

"Well I just.... I thought I...." Arthur hesitated before slightly stepping further into the hall, his face turning redder by the second. "Never mind. Goodnight." He closed the door and quickly walked to his room.

Was he blushing? Alfred thought to himself then shrugged it off and turned the lights off. He sucked a breath in and glanced around the room. Watching that movie was a bad idea for the American.

Arthur shut the wooden door to his bedroom and threw himself onto the bed. He slammed his face into the pillow and muttered curse words to himself.

Alfred hid under the blankets and tried to block out any noise. He couldn't take it anymore when heard a quiet tapping on the window. The American bolted out of his room and to Arthur's room. He jerked the door open and hopped under the covers, immediately clinging to the Brit. "Don't let them eat me!" He whined.

Arthur jumped when he felt someone grab him. He was about to punch the person in the face until he realized it was Alfred. "What the hell are you doing?" He stared at the American in shock.

"T-The monsters. D-Don't let them get me." Alfred begged while clinging to Arthur still. The American buried his face in Arthur's chest and tried to calm down, he did not want to have another panic attack.

Arthur could feel Alfred shaking with fear. He wrapped his arm around him and patted his head. " It's alright. I won't let anything hurt you. " Arthur said in a soothing voice. He planted a small kiss on Alfred's head and tried to calm him down.

Alfred took a deep breath and stayed clinging to Arthur. Soon enough, he fell asleep with a smile on his face.