England, What happened?

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia. And I'm sorry if this is bad or whatever. I'm still in the process of watching the series. Please don't kill me, so I'm just going to stick with the main countries….

You walked down the street, going to meet up with a dear friend of yours. The rainy day would have ruined anyone else's meeting, but you enjoyed the rain. You tugged your (S/F/C) scarf, feeling the cold water seep under the material. You sighed, thinking back as to when you first met the gentleman.

You were walking down the same street, and it was pouring rain. You ran down the sidewalk, blinded by the drops assaulting your eyes. You did not see the man standing under an umbrella until you had slammed into him. You had fallen to the ground, while the man's umbrella tumbled to the soaked cement. "Hey! Watch where you're going, you git!" The man shouted, his british accent evident. You stood, head bowed.

"I'm so sorry! I just wanted to get out of the rain!" You shouted. You pick up the umbrella, shove it into the man's hands, and run off.

You however, are unaware that you had dropped your address book. The blonde man known as England blinked, and picked up the small tome. He looked to it and then to the direction you ran off in.

You smiled, remembering that day. He had tracked you down, and showed up at the door shortly after. You two had become very good friends after a while, and had regular visits with each other. You blinked when you almost ran into a tree, and were shocked to realize you were already at the park. You smiled, and looked around for the green-eyed friend, but your smiled faded as you could not spot him. A mew drew your attention to your feet, and you smiled softly. A medium sized peach and white cat with bright green eyes, thick eyebrows, and bent ears mewed again, and perched his front paws on the front of your jeans. You took off your (F/C) jacket, picked up the soft feline, and wrapped the soaked cat into the warm and dry fabric.

It mewed again, and pawed at your hand. "Shh, shh, it's alright. I won't hurt you. I'm going to take you home with me, ok?" You smiled again, and pull out your cell phone. You move under the tree you nearly ran into earlier, and attempt to call England's phone. You heard some buzzing and you set your precious bundle under the tree, and run off toward the sound. You looked next to a bush and saw a random bunch of clothes and his cellphone. "E-England? Where are y-you?" The cat from earlier had followed you, sat next to the clothes and meowed. You looked to the cat, back at the clothes, and back to the cat.

You sighed, and picked up all of the things in front of you. The cat let out a small, irritated rumble, but you soon returned to the tree. You then set about to your home, only stopping to grab a cat brush at a local pet store. Let's just say that Egland was NOT happy about his current predicament, but a small feeling in gut told him otherwise.

You set the cat down, and walked off to place England's clothes in the wash. The cat let out a cry, and crawled up your pants, shirt and draped across your shoulders. You laughed and scratched the cat under the chin, smiling at the purr erupting from the cat's throat. "Aw! You're so cute!" You coo, while the tom just looked at you with bright green eyes. Little did you know that England was turning red. "Now what should I call you? Hmmmm… I'm going to let you decide! Adam, Chris, wait- you look a bit like Engl-" You were cut off by a purr. You smile, and say "Well, England it is! Actually, you remind me of the human England… Hmmm" The cat had paused to look at you, and was desperately nodding. You blink. "England? Is that really you?" England nodded his head again.

"Dang-it! England did you do this to yourself?" The cat's head bowed a bit, but performed a shrug. "Kind-of?" He kept his head down, but nodded. "England! Why would you do such a thing?" The cat shrugged once again. You sighed, but you know that you'll need to find a way to get him back normal soon, or else...