Cat Eyes 1/?
anonymous
September 27 2009, 23:22:20 UTC
I hope OP doesn't care that there's a third fill for this... ----- Why was it so cold?
He opened his eyes, only to awaken to a thunderous boom in the air and the feeling of rain pelting down on him. What was he doing lying down on the street in such weather? As England shifted through his distorted thoughts, he first attempted to lift himself from the ground. However, he soon realized how weak he really felt, along with the strangest feeling of being closer to the ground in general.
He shivered; what little protection he had wasn’t enough, and he could feel himself slowly falling asleep as his eyelids began to close. Before he began to drift into unconsciousness, a faint voice called to him:
“What’s a little kitten doing here?”
Strong warm hands enveloped him and lifted him upward. England nuzzled himself into the large source of warmth and comfort, and he remembered no more.
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The first thing England felt when he began to wake up was the softness of a blanket smothering him. This served only to further his laziness as he tossed and turned around. A small chuckle was what really woke him up, as England forced his eyes open.
He slowly took in the familiar surrounding. What was he doing at that idiot’s house?! He sprang upward, only to fall back down as a wave of dizziness struck, letting out a soft mew as he did.
“Careful kitty, you’re not strong enough to get up yet. Don’t get too excited!” a happy voice told him, and the voice’s owner was soon petting England through the blanket. It felt really nice…wait!
England’s eyes flew open as he stared straight up into the face of America, who was smiling down at him. Wait… America wasn’t that much taller than him, so why did he look so big? And… why did he call him kitty? He growled at that, but stopped short when he realized what it sounded like. A soft hiss. Like a cat.
A feeling of dread encompassed him as he struggled to get out of the blanket, which was sabotaged when America grabbed him and the fluffy pink blanket. England struggled even harder and America just laughed.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya? Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll go eat.” He was carried away to the bathroom, where he was able to get a good look at himself for the first time.
Just as he suspected, he was now a cat. Inwardly, he moaned. Why did nations go through the strangest things?
Cat Eyes 2/?
anonymous
September 27 2009, 23:23:47 UTC
He really was just a kitten. His fur took on the same color of his hair, that sandy blond color, and his eyes were the same shade of emerald green that he originally had as well. Other than that, he wouldn’t have been able to tell it was him otherwise. His fur was all raggedy and smudges and clumps of dirt covered his little body. He looked like a ruffian!
America brought him closer to the mirror, almost as if to give him a close up of what he had now become and smirked.
“Look at how bad you look. You must have been out there for a while before I found you. Don’t worry, we’re going to take a bath together and get you looking as pretty as you probably were before.” England’s eyes widened as his tiny claws made his way into America’s hands.
“Gah! Hey! Calm down, it’s just water and a little soap!” America pried England claws from him as England blushed (or the closest equivalent to a blush there was for cats).There was no way in hell that he was taking a bath with a naked America! He hadn’t bathed the boy for centuries, and he couldn’t possibly imagine now that he was bigger-
Stop it England, no naughty thoughts.
He soon found himself placed into the bath of hot, steaming water and naturally relaxed from it. When he felt America’s hands on him, he tensed and sent him a glare as his body was rubbed with soap. America couldn’t help it as he stared at the cat. The glaring green eyes, hunched shoulders, and the ears downward in an annoyed fashion. It was almost like…
“England.” The cat tensed up and swirled to look up at America when his name was called. Did he-
“You remind me England.” Of course. There was no getting around his obliviousness. England let out a soft sigh as America finished rinsing the soap from his fur and lifted him out of the bath. He let the water drain away as he carefully dried England with a warm towel.
When he was done, he looked up at the mirror again. Although still a bit wet, his appearance improved greatly and he looked much better than he did before. They took their leave from the bathroom and headed straight towards the kitchen. America set the sandy cat down into one of the dining table’s chairs, as he pondered over what to make for dinner.
Cat Eyes 3/?
anonymous
September 27 2009, 23:25:57 UTC
“Maybe hamburgers…can cats eat hamburgers?” Oh God no. England almost gave him a pleading look.
“Okay, okay, no hamburgers. Hm… how about some chicken? Chicken is okay for cats, right?” England’s ears perked up at that. America actually knew how to cook other things?
It didn’t matter because America was already starting on the chicken, and soon a sweet aroma emitted from the stove. England was practically drooling when America cut part of the breast and set it onto the dish. It was a bit of a turn off though as the dish was about to be placed on the floor. America stopped short as he stared at the cat.
“Aren’t you hungry?” He received a nod. He set the plate down and the cat made no move towards it. Sighing, America set the plate onto the table. It was then that England began to nibble off of the heavenly piece of chicken as America poured a bit of water onto another plate and set it next to England. As nice as tea would be, he shouldn’t complain, not until he was feeling better at least so he resided to lap up the water. They both sat down to eat their meals, but America couldn’t help but stare at his cute little companion.
“I need to call you something, don’t I?” England stared up at him, trying his best glare at him as America chuckled. “How about Liberty?!”
‘God, please strike this git down.’
“Michelle? Ruth? Betsy? That sounds more like a name for a cow…”
‘Why are you listing off girl names?!’ England inwardly groaned. This git didn’t even bother to check to see what gender he was-England blushed. Nevermind, it was better for him not to, he supposed.
“I got it! I’ll call you Olivia!” England stared at him with the most deadpan look imaginable, but it went completely ignored as America repeated the name with a smile on his face. A smile England would love to claw out right about now.
Over the course of the meal, England found that he wasn’t actually as hungry as he initially thought and left a lot of his meal unfinished. A look of concern was on America’s face.
“Hey, you okay? You don’t look very good…” England had to agree, he didn’t feel very good either. He was quite tired. “It’s really late now though… I’ll have to take you to the vet tomorrow…”
America quickly cleaned up the meal from the table and picked up his little friend. He brought England into his room and laid him on the gaudy looking American flag bed spread as America himself removed his clothing and replaced it with his pajamas, which in this case, England wasn’t paying attention enough to notice the change.
Cat Eyes 4/?
anonymous
September 27 2009, 23:27:30 UTC
He soon joined England in bed and wrapped his arms around the little bundle as England snuggled closer.
“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” There was a worry to his voice as he gave England a strange smile and held him tighter. England couldn’t help but stare at him in concern, but was soon dozing off as America’s steady heartbeat sent him to sleep. -----
England’s ears twitched slightly as he awoke to darkness. He shivered; a feeling that was similar but different than when he dealt with other supernatural beings. The familiarity of it became stronger as he felt the being approach the bed. Gathering his courage, he lifted the blanket from his head and stared straight at the intruder. She smiled down at him.
“Hello England, it’s been quite a long time, hasn’t it?”
Re: Cat Eyes 4/?
anonymous
September 27 2009, 23:30:01 UTC
Sorry, writer anon was being absent minded and actually meant all of that to be part one. Oh well, anon will just keep writing it like that. Sorry for the fail fill.
What do you mean "fail fill"? I think it's lovely!
Poor England though, so sick and everything. I actually feel pretty bad for him. I do wonder how he ended up in the rain however. Hopefully Native America will reveal all next time, because I'm sure England is dying to know what happened as much as I am, haha. This is very good so far, and I can't wait to see more, haha! Also, I totally laughed at the part where America started listing off name and was like, "Betsy? No, that sounds like a cow."
On a different note, you have no idea how loved I'm feeling right now; I had no idea my request would be so popular! I certainly don't mind three fills and am so glad you took the time to write this.
Re: Cat Eyes 4/?
anonymous
September 28 2009, 21:29:18 UTC
Wow, it has been a really long time since I read a "turned into a cat" fic. Wow, anyway, they can be pretty bad, and this is actually good, so, keep with it! I really like it, maybe you can change some people's minds about this sort of story?
Re: Cat Eyes 4/?
anonymous
September 29 2009, 02:44:29 UTC
Thank you very much for the comment. I'm not a strong writer, but I'll do the best I can! I'm a little curious on what you mean by some "turning into a cat" fics can be bad (maybe just for future reference to avoid ^^;)?
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Why was it so cold?
He opened his eyes, only to awaken to a thunderous boom in the air and the feeling of rain pelting down on him. What was he doing lying down on the street in such weather? As England shifted through his distorted thoughts, he first attempted to lift himself from the ground. However, he soon realized how weak he really felt, along with the strangest feeling of being closer to the ground in general.
He shivered; what little protection he had wasn’t enough, and he could feel himself slowly falling asleep as his eyelids began to close. Before he began to drift into unconsciousness, a faint voice called to him:
“What’s a little kitten doing here?”
Strong warm hands enveloped him and lifted him upward. England nuzzled himself into the large source of warmth and comfort, and he remembered no more.
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The first thing England felt when he began to wake up was the softness of a blanket smothering him. This served only to further his laziness as he tossed and turned around. A small chuckle was what really woke him up, as England forced his eyes open.
He slowly took in the familiar surrounding. What was he doing at that idiot’s house?! He sprang upward, only to fall back down as a wave of dizziness struck, letting out a soft mew as he did.
“Careful kitty, you’re not strong enough to get up yet. Don’t get too excited!” a happy voice told him, and the voice’s owner was soon petting England through the blanket. It felt really nice…wait!
England’s eyes flew open as he stared straight up into the face of America, who was smiling down at him. Wait… America wasn’t that much taller than him, so why did he look so big? And… why did he call him kitty? He growled at that, but stopped short when he realized what it sounded like. A soft hiss. Like a cat.
A feeling of dread encompassed him as he struggled to get out of the blanket, which was sabotaged when America grabbed him and the fluffy pink blanket. England struggled even harder and America just laughed.
“You’re a feisty one, aren’t ya? Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll go eat.” He was carried away to the bathroom, where he was able to get a good look at himself for the first time.
Just as he suspected, he was now a cat. Inwardly, he moaned. Why did nations go through the strangest things?
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America brought him closer to the mirror, almost as if to give him a close up of what he had now become and smirked.
“Look at how bad you look. You must have been out there for a while before I found you. Don’t worry, we’re going to take a bath together and get you looking as pretty as you probably were before.” England’s eyes widened as his tiny claws made his way into America’s hands.
“Gah! Hey! Calm down, it’s just water and a little soap!” America pried England claws from him as England blushed (or the closest equivalent to a blush there was for cats).There was no way in hell that he was taking a bath with a naked America! He hadn’t bathed the boy for centuries, and he couldn’t possibly imagine now that he was bigger-
Stop it England, no naughty thoughts.
He soon found himself placed into the bath of hot, steaming water and naturally relaxed from it. When he felt America’s hands on him, he tensed and sent him a glare as his body was rubbed with soap. America couldn’t help it as he stared at the cat. The glaring green eyes, hunched shoulders, and the ears downward in an annoyed fashion. It was almost like…
“England.” The cat tensed up and swirled to look up at America when his name was called. Did he-
“You remind me England.” Of course. There was no getting around his obliviousness. England let out a soft sigh as America finished rinsing the soap from his fur and lifted him out of the bath. He let the water drain away as he carefully dried England with a warm towel.
When he was done, he looked up at the mirror again. Although still a bit wet, his appearance improved greatly and he looked much better than he did before. They took their leave from the bathroom and headed straight towards the kitchen. America set the sandy cat down into one of the dining table’s chairs, as he pondered over what to make for dinner.
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“Okay, okay, no hamburgers. Hm… how about some chicken? Chicken is okay for cats, right?” England’s ears perked up at that. America actually knew how to cook other things?
It didn’t matter because America was already starting on the chicken, and soon a sweet aroma emitted from the stove. England was practically drooling when America cut part of the breast and set it onto the dish. It was a bit of a turn off though as the dish was about to be placed on the floor. America stopped short as he stared at the cat.
“Aren’t you hungry?” He received a nod. He set the plate down and the cat made no move towards it. Sighing, America set the plate onto the table. It was then that England began to nibble off of the heavenly piece of chicken as America poured a bit of water onto another plate and set it next to England. As nice as tea would be, he shouldn’t complain, not until he was feeling better at least so he resided to lap up the water. They both sat down to eat their meals, but America couldn’t help but stare at his cute little companion.
“I need to call you something, don’t I?” England stared up at him, trying his best glare at him as America chuckled. “How about Liberty?!”
‘God, please strike this git down.’
“Michelle? Ruth? Betsy? That sounds more like a name for a cow…”
‘Why are you listing off girl names?!’ England inwardly groaned. This git didn’t even bother to check to see what gender he was-England blushed. Nevermind, it was better for him not to, he supposed.
“I got it! I’ll call you Olivia!” England stared at him with the most deadpan look imaginable, but it went completely ignored as America repeated the name with a smile on his face. A smile England would love to claw out right about now.
Over the course of the meal, England found that he wasn’t actually as hungry as he initially thought and left a lot of his meal unfinished. A look of concern was on America’s face.
“Hey, you okay? You don’t look very good…” England had to agree, he didn’t feel very good either. He was quite tired. “It’s really late now though… I’ll have to take you to the vet tomorrow…”
America quickly cleaned up the meal from the table and picked up his little friend. He brought England into his room and laid him on the gaudy looking American flag bed spread as America himself removed his clothing and replaced it with his pajamas, which in this case, England wasn’t paying attention enough to notice the change.
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“Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.” There was a worry to his voice as he gave England a strange smile and held him tighter. England couldn’t help but stare at him in concern, but was soon dozing off as America’s steady heartbeat sent him to sleep.
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England’s ears twitched slightly as he awoke to darkness. He shivered; a feeling that was similar but different than when he dealt with other supernatural beings. The familiarity of it became stronger as he felt the being approach the bed. Gathering his courage, he lifted the blanket from his head and stared straight at the intruder. She smiled down at him.
“Hello England, it’s been quite a long time, hasn’t it?”
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Poor England though, so sick and everything. I actually feel pretty bad for him. I do wonder how he ended up in the rain however. Hopefully Native America will reveal all next time, because I'm sure England is dying to know what happened as much as I am, haha. This is very good so far, and I can't wait to see more, haha! Also, I totally laughed at the part where America started listing off name and was like, "Betsy? No, that sounds like a cow."
On a different note, you have no idea how loved I'm feeling right now; I had no idea my request would be so popular! I certainly don't mind three fills and am so glad you took the time to write this.
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