Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia. I also would LOVE to say thanks for all of the views! 165 so far, and if I get 250 by Christmas, I'll try to update on a more of a daily basis. Or once every two days, or something! But things might go a little slower, or faster or whatever, and who is still even reading this? I'm kidding, but still. And I would LOVE to know what you guys got! You had been a cat for a few weeks, and it was starting to grate on your nerves
Your stomach ache took a while to relieve, but at least you got your voice back! The food had slight trouble going down, but you knew that Britain had put love and care into it, and it was the thought that counted. England had brought you over to his house, or otherwise a large villa, and you had taken up place on his office desk. You watched him read over dozens of documents, and you never understood how frustating it had been, being a country.
"All of these bloody taxes and repair bills!" England sighed, his hand probably cramping up because of so many documents. War documents from the civil war in Iraqi, Parliament issues, and everything inbetween. He sighed again, and buried his face in his hands. You nudged his hands with your nose, and he looked at you and smiled, his emerald eyes gleaming. He pat your head, smiling. "Thanks, (y/n). I think that's enough tonight."
You tried to comfort him any way that you could, to get him to smile, to laugh, anything! The recent attempt of Scotland to gain independence was taking a major toll on him. His older brother was attempting to leave him too. There were many nights in that time period in which you stayed in his room as he cried himself to sleep.
England was sitting on his bed, thinking of the seceding country. Tears traveled down his face, thoughts of everyone leaving him floating and filling his mind. Even Flying Mint bunny and all of his magical friends' insistant words rebeling such thoughts did no good. A mew broke through his inner tremoil, and a soft paw, told him everything he needed. He held onto the owner of said things, and held her tight. One person who he knew, now matter what, would never leave him. He grasped onto her until he drifted into unconciousness.
All of this was rewarded as you slowly got taller and gaining weight, but it was taking a while. You soon had to transfer from the top of the desk to besides the piece of furniture. You still remember when a friend of England's saw you curled around his chair.
The blond man in front of you had come to speak of business, but he kept glancing in your direction. "Got a problem?" You asked, a teasng glance in your voice.
The man cleared his throat, "N-No ma'am… I guess it's just weird seeing a literal Richard the Lionheart, but with one lion…" The man quickly finished his dealing with Britain, and scampered out the door. You snickered, and started laughing, along with England
You were now chilling in front of the TV, watching some documentarty on house cats, and England was reading a book somewhere behind you. You had learned (so far) that cats need a place to scratch, but you have yet to feel that annoyance, and kittens and toddlers do not mix. "This plant known as catnip-," The TV turned off as you pressed the power button.
"No." Was all you said. England smiled, feeling the idea striking him as he got up.
England returned later, carrying a small bag, and walked to the kitchen. He set the bag on the counter, and pulled out the bucket of catnip and a ball. He carefully opened the bucket and rubbed a small amount on the fuzzy object. "Hey (y/n)! I got something for you!" You blinked sleepily, and rose to your feet. You slowly padded toward's the country's calling, and stopped when you saw the ball in his hand and the open bottle of catnip on the counter. You stepped back, hoping to escape before the smell got to you. You had a (your/cat/breed) before, so you know that they respond 'badly' to it.
"England, no! I'm not going to become a literal cat, just for your amusement!" You wouldn't tell him, but it hurt. You were soon aware of getting smaller, and by the time you finished shrinking, you were back to normal. England placed the ball on the counter, and dropped to you.
"(Y/n), I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that… I'm sorry…" He picked you up in a small hug, and you mewed in his ear. "It's alright. I forgive you." You pulled away, and licked his cheek. His face burst into a bright red that a tomato would be proud of. You grinned, and edged out of his grip. You trotted back to your place in front of the television, and fell asleep.
You didn't know that you were growing a great deal, almost to your original height as a human, and that a certain blond was makig his way towards you. You were still growing when he placed the kiss on your forehead, and he grabbed a blanket from the couch. He tossed the large blanket over your sleeping form, and went to sleep himself.
When he had kissed you, though, another part of the spell was broken.
Every neko story, or multi chapter story, needs some form of involvement of Catnip. The curse is being broken, and you've been a cat for a while. What will happen next?
