"Lovi, are you asleep?" Alfred asked in the quiet of the night.

"Mm-hm." Lovino certainly did not have the energy this late at night after having watched a three or four hour long, horror movie with his boyfriend.

"I bet it's a great dream that has nothing to do with the not really scary zombies from The Zombie Death Penalty, right?" Alfred asked with seemingly endless energy.

"Those American zombies were really lousy anyway." Lovino muttered, and tried not to shudder at images of zombies mutilating people with all sorts of things including pick axes.

"Yeah, they were. We've done better." They both shuddered at the thought of a movie being potentially more grotesque than the movie they had just watched.

"I've fought scarier wars." Romano muttered, but still he refused to admit to being scared of a movie of all things.

"Yeah, The Civil War was much more terrifying as well as World War Two." America declared despite the waves of repulsion that the movie they had seen had caused.

They eventually talked themselves to sleep about supposedly scarier things, and they managed to both of terrifying nightmares of zombies in wars that night.

Romano fell back on to the excuse that a squirrel had wet the bed, and America believed him.

Alfred claimed that he was cold, so that's why he cuddled up to the shorter man in his sleep; Romano still called America a 'sissy' for being scared of a silly, little movie.