[APH] It is a peaceful day
Title: It is a peaceful day
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: nekotalia Greece, Turkey, Italies, Egypt and Spain
Genre/Rating/Warnings: general/G/none
Summary/Excerpt: The Mediterranean cats spend an afternoon in Greece's home.
A/N: Short, fluffy and somewhat unremarkable. I'm sorry! Kfjgkdfhg When I learn to draw cats, I swear I'll make fanart instead dfkgjhdfjkgh ;A;
It is a peaceful day
It is a peaceful day.
Kahve rolls over in his sleep, exposing a round furry tummy and pink privates. The red scarf around his neck comes undone and he unconsciously paws at it, wanting a cushion instead of hard linoleum floor. Poupi watches him with distaste. He's never liked Kahve and wonders why Herakles is friendly to all the cats he meets, even when they belong to individuals like Sadiq.
Poupi approaches him, determined to annoy the cat in some way or other and bristles when he sniffs sickly bittersweet coffee and man-kitty all over him. He's never liked how Kahve smells either and with glee, proceeds to rip Kahve's ridiculous paperbag to shreds.
Bastet coolly watches from his perch on the kitchen countertop as Kahve wakes up with a start, hisses in anger and wrestles Poupi to the ground. They roll about, screeching, scratching and clawing at each other's faces till their fur fell off. With a long suffering kitty-sigh, Bastet decides that licking himself clean is far more important than watching the fat, hairy pair maul each other. Honestly, it is.
Poupi and Kahve roll by the open back door, nearly hitting Camorra who sits blocking the entrance. The panna cotta-colored cat had tucked his paws under his belly and grumpily watched as his brother Martello chases butterflies flitting by the potted violets.
He growls from his diaphragm as Churros shimmies up to him with a moronic kitty-grin.
"May I sit here?"
"No you may not."
Churros settles beside him nonetheless and hums at twenty-six cycles per second. Camorra gets the urge to kick him as he does Martello when he sings too loudly in front of the Capo. He almost does so when the wind gets knocked out of him.
Martello turns to see Poupi, Kahve, Churros and his brother heaped in a silly kitty pile outside the kitchen. Bastet hops down to inspect them, before slinking to the flower bushes with a lofty smirk.
"Ve~ what happened?" he asks as Camorra gives a shriek and kicks them all in the face. Churros gets knocked out.
"Bischero! Keep your fights to yourselves!"
Poupi and Kahve glare at each other.
"You stink," the former says.
"And ya need to get laid," is his retort.
The heart shaped mark on Poupi's bum turns an angry shade of red and Camorra puts his head in his paws in exasperation. Nearby, Bastet curls up to sleep.
"Ve~! Fratello, they're fighting! Stop it!" Martello yelps, hopping up in down in panic as Poupi and Kahve resume pathetically batting at each other.
His brother huffs and lies belly down beside Churros, who has fallen asleep with his paws in the air. "Don't want to. If anyone needs to get laid, it's the both of them."
"You want to get laid?" asks Churros cheerfully, roused from sleep. Camorra hits him again.
"I want to get laid," Martello says mournfully, side tracked by his desire to go hunting for lady cats. Poupi's and Kahve's kitty brawl continues ignored behind him. Then butterflies he's been chasing above the violets return to his view and his attention gets diverted once more. Camorra sighs.
The afternoon they're spending in Greece's warm home passes idly. Sweet sea breeze rolls from the west and the setting sun weaves its way in and out of the lawns of whitewashed houses, bathing the suburbia in gold.
Martello has fallen asleep beside his brother, who is more annoyed with two idiotic kitties leaning on him for comfort. Bastet, now awake, paws with mild interest at something crawling in the soil. A particularly loud shriek from Poupi startles everyone.
"You're a pervert!" he tells Kahve, who had pawed his bum for the most unfathomable reasons, but before the orange coffee cat return the favor with a few choice words of his own, he gets picked up by two large hands.
"Where'd your paperbag go?" Turkey asks. "Y'know that kitty-brat's stare can do a number on ya."
"He got it ripped." Greece says, pushing past him carrying a stack of plates. "I'd say Poupi's done something smart," And with that, he enters his kitchen.
Veneziano, Romano, Spain and Egypt follow, all of them having spent lunch outdoors together. Camorra immediately brushes against Romano's leg and Martello meows cheerfully. Veneziano picks him up, or rather, brings him in an especially tight hug.
"Ve~! You're still so cute no matter how many years pass!"
"Ah!" Spain exclaims. "…why is Churros on the floor?"
Romano huffs and Camorra straightens himself superiorly. "Sleeping by the looks of it. He's got an idiotic smile on his face, just like you."
"Eeeeh?!"
Egypt quietly retrives Bastet from a flower bush, smiling to himself as he enters the kitchen last and shuts the door behind him. It is truly a peaceful day.
END
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: nekotalia Greece, Turkey, Italies, Egypt and Spain
Genre/Rating/Warnings: general/G/none
Summary/Excerpt: The Mediterranean cats spend an afternoon in Greece's home.
A/N: Short, fluffy and somewhat unremarkable. I'm sorry! Kfjgkdfhg When I learn to draw cats, I swear I'll make fanart instead dfkgjhdfjkgh ;A;
It is a peaceful day
It is a peaceful day.
Kahve rolls over in his sleep, exposing a round furry tummy and pink privates. The red scarf around his neck comes undone and he unconsciously paws at it, wanting a cushion instead of hard linoleum floor. Poupi watches him with distaste. He's never liked Kahve and wonders why Herakles is friendly to all the cats he meets, even when they belong to individuals like Sadiq.
Poupi approaches him, determined to annoy the cat in some way or other and bristles when he sniffs sickly bittersweet coffee and man-kitty all over him. He's never liked how Kahve smells either and with glee, proceeds to rip Kahve's ridiculous paperbag to shreds.
Bastet coolly watches from his perch on the kitchen countertop as Kahve wakes up with a start, hisses in anger and wrestles Poupi to the ground. They roll about, screeching, scratching and clawing at each other's faces till their fur fell off. With a long suffering kitty-sigh, Bastet decides that licking himself clean is far more important than watching the fat, hairy pair maul each other. Honestly, it is.
Poupi and Kahve roll by the open back door, nearly hitting Camorra who sits blocking the entrance. The panna cotta-colored cat had tucked his paws under his belly and grumpily watched as his brother Martello chases butterflies flitting by the potted violets.
He growls from his diaphragm as Churros shimmies up to him with a moronic kitty-grin.
"May I sit here?"
"No you may not."
Churros settles beside him nonetheless and hums at twenty-six cycles per second. Camorra gets the urge to kick him as he does Martello when he sings too loudly in front of the Capo. He almost does so when the wind gets knocked out of him.
Martello turns to see Poupi, Kahve, Churros and his brother heaped in a silly kitty pile outside the kitchen. Bastet hops down to inspect them, before slinking to the flower bushes with a lofty smirk.
"Ve~ what happened?" he asks as Camorra gives a shriek and kicks them all in the face. Churros gets knocked out.
"Bischero! Keep your fights to yourselves!"
Poupi and Kahve glare at each other.
"You stink," the former says.
"And ya need to get laid," is his retort.
The heart shaped mark on Poupi's bum turns an angry shade of red and Camorra puts his head in his paws in exasperation. Nearby, Bastet curls up to sleep.
"Ve~! Fratello, they're fighting! Stop it!" Martello yelps, hopping up in down in panic as Poupi and Kahve resume pathetically batting at each other.
His brother huffs and lies belly down beside Churros, who has fallen asleep with his paws in the air. "Don't want to. If anyone needs to get laid, it's the both of them."
"You want to get laid?" asks Churros cheerfully, roused from sleep. Camorra hits him again.
"I want to get laid," Martello says mournfully, side tracked by his desire to go hunting for lady cats. Poupi's and Kahve's kitty brawl continues ignored behind him. Then butterflies he's been chasing above the violets return to his view and his attention gets diverted once more. Camorra sighs.
The afternoon they're spending in Greece's warm home passes idly. Sweet sea breeze rolls from the west and the setting sun weaves its way in and out of the lawns of whitewashed houses, bathing the suburbia in gold.
Martello has fallen asleep beside his brother, who is more annoyed with two idiotic kitties leaning on him for comfort. Bastet, now awake, paws with mild interest at something crawling in the soil. A particularly loud shriek from Poupi startles everyone.
"You're a pervert!" he tells Kahve, who had pawed his bum for the most unfathomable reasons, but before the orange coffee cat return the favor with a few choice words of his own, he gets picked up by two large hands.
"Where'd your paperbag go?" Turkey asks. "Y'know that kitty-brat's stare can do a number on ya."
"He got it ripped." Greece says, pushing past him carrying a stack of plates. "I'd say Poupi's done something smart," And with that, he enters his kitchen.
Veneziano, Romano, Spain and Egypt follow, all of them having spent lunch outdoors together. Camorra immediately brushes against Romano's leg and Martello meows cheerfully. Veneziano picks him up, or rather, brings him in an especially tight hug.
"Ve~! You're still so cute no matter how many years pass!"
"Ah!" Spain exclaims. "…why is Churros on the floor?"
Romano huffs and Camorra straightens himself superiorly. "Sleeping by the looks of it. He's got an idiotic smile on his face, just like you."
"Eeeeh?!"
Egypt quietly retrives Bastet from a flower bush, smiling to himself as he enters the kitchen last and shuts the door behind him. It is truly a peaceful day.
END