America bit his lip, looking around his house nervously. He swore he was seeing ghosts. There was no way he would be able to sleep. He picked up his small mobile phone, shining its light around for a moment or two before coming up with an idea. Sure, it was late, but... "E-England? It's America.. I know we haven't talked for a while, but Japan gave me a stupid cursed game and now my house is haunted and I need you to come over and fix it!"
England let out an annoyed sigh, "Why the bloody hell did you play that game in the first place, you twat!" England sighed once again, "Fine, I'll come over and get rid of the ghosts, bloody idiot."
America let England inside, the house almost pitch black. "I didn't turn on any lights.. I don't want to make the ghosts mad..." Secretly, he was glad for the lack of lights. He had forgotten to dress himself after calling England, distracted by fright, so he was wearing nothing but his boxers. Delightful. "So.. You can help, right?"
England glared at the younger man, "There are no ghosts, it's all in your head, bloody twat." England walked over to the light switch and turned on the lights. Then America suddenly screamed and hid behind England.
Making sure to stay behind England even as the male tried to figure out why he was screaming and hiding, he answered, "O-oh? Really? If there's no ghosts, why'd you even bother coming over?"
England froze and thought quickly, "Because I know you'd be hiding and scared as hell and I think you're under enough stress." He muttered under his breath, "You're stupid."
"Um, okay. Sure.. Look, I'm gonna go.. Do something.. I'll be right back.." America ran to his room when England wasn't looking, quickly pulling on a shirt. He returned, running his fingers through his frazzled hair. "Okay, I swear there's ghosts. Fix it, England, please..." His eyes were wide, pleading.
England thought of doing something ridiculous to make it seem like he was really getting rid of ghosts, but decided to simply throw away the game. "Where's that game of yours? If you give me it, I can fix your problem."
"Wait here." America walked back to his room, pausing as he picked up the game. He didn't want to give England the game.. He'd just fix it and go home. He didn't want him to leave.. He blinked, then shook his head roughly. What was he thinking? He only called England to get rid of ghosts. That's it. He reappeared and handed the game to the other male. "Here you go."
He waited patiently for America. When he returned with the game, England held the CD in his hands, then snapped it loudly. That caused America to flinch. "That should get rid of the ghosts." England walked to the trash and threw it away, "Now if that's all you needed, I'll be going now."
Alfred took a step after him, hesitating. "E-England?" When the other turned to look back at him, he half-smiled, though the gesture didn't quite reach his blue eyes. "Thank you.."
Arthur noticed the uncertainty in his friend's eyes, "Would you like me to stay, you seem nervous still." Why England proposed this idea was out of his mind, but it made him more comfortable knowing that Alfred was safe.
"You.. You don't have to.." Not meeting his gaze, he took a small step back. "I don't want to bother you any more than I already have.. But I could use the comfort.." Alfred shrugged.
Arthur shrugged, "My home is empty anyway, I could use being around some one." He smiled at the uncertain blonde. "I'm thirsty though, you have any tea?" He mutters under his breath, "Probably only that bloody coffee."
America smiled fully this time, going so far as to chuckle at his companion's complaint. "I think I may have some tea. I'll check." Sure enough, he returned several minutes later with a cup, handing it off to the Brit. "We can sit down, if you'd like."
