[APH] Posh and Boogle
Title: Posh and Boogle
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: Greece, Egypt, Turkey and their cats
Genre/Rating/Warnings: general/G/none
Summary/Excerpt: Mediterranean nekotalia antics.
A/N: For chromatic_coma because uguu kitties ♥
Posh and Boogle
Poupi enjoyed watching Bastet sleep.
As much as he was awake to make up for Herakles' frequent napping, Bastet slept to make up for Hassan's wakefulness. This delicate business of exchanging and expending of each other's energies did not stop Poupi from playing with Bastet's tail.
Bastet had a beautiful tail.
It was sleek, elegant and black like the rest of his body. It shown blue under the Egyptian sun and seemed to have a life of its own. It would jump away like a dancing desert snake whenever Poupi pawed at it and this never woke Bastet up. Well, until Poupi successfully caught it (more forcefully at times) and Bastet would raise his head to stare at him.
Poupi then would stare back with a wide-eyed, small-mouthed look on his face. His own bushy tail would wag high in apology.
Bastet would let it slide and go back to sleep.
- - - -
Kahve was stuck in a pot.
He wasn't sure how it happened (of course he did and it was ridiculous) but the pot was large, round, narrow-necked and dark. His paper bag lay crumped beneath his orange paws and the pot smelled of dampness and stale bread. He wanted to get out. Kahve would have jumped from pot, but it was a household essential and to tip it over with his weight would be to break it and it breaking was bad.
And no, Kahve wasn't acknowledging his weight. He simply was naturally big.
"What are you doing?" asked a voice from above.
Kahve looked up and saw Bastet peering down at him from the windowsill the pot stood under.
"'M stuck," he deadpanned.
"Is it fun?"
"Sure it is," Kahve said sarcastically and yelped when Bastet promptly joined him in the pot.
"No it isn't," he replied.
"Oi!" Kahve hissed. "Are y'for real? I was tryin' t'get out!"
"It doesn't seem like you've been trying very hard," Bastet said cooly, looking about the dark space.
"I didn't wanna tip it over!"
They stared at the opening above them somewhat helplessly. At that moment, a butterfly fluttered out the window, followed by Poupi who could not fly, and so he too fell in the pot.
A startled kitty screech emitted from within.
Hassan found them all later that afternoon, extremely disgruntled and smelling strongly of bitter coffee.
- - - -
Poupi knew Herakles' guilty pleasure.
It was cuddling Kahve (whenever Sadiq came to visit and was not in the room) because he smelled like coffee and Herakles loved coffee. He needed coffee in the morning, coffee during lunch, coffee before and after napping and coffee during dinner or else he kept swearing like a pirate while he drove around the city.
Not that Poupi minded. Herakles also loved cats and Kahve was stinky, so he was glad not to be the one smelling him.
What Herakles didn't like was Kahve lying on Poupi, because Poupi was soft and Kahve was heavy. He'd take his paper bag away whenever that happened and have Poupi rip it to shreds.
At this point, Sadiq would come in bringing food or some such and cry out at seeing the pitiful remains of Kahve's paper bag. He and Herakles would argue while Poupi and Kahve curiously sniffed and poked at the food. Bastet would join them eating while Hassan calmed the pair down.
After that, they would find an empty food plate and three sated cats sleeping snugly beside each other.
END
Relevant fanart! :'3 dfgkjhdfjkghd
found on pixiv
Category: Axis Powers Hetalia / Hetalia World Series
Characters/Pairings: Greece, Egypt, Turkey and their cats
Genre/Rating/Warnings: general/G/none
Summary/Excerpt: Mediterranean nekotalia antics.
A/N: For chromatic_coma because uguu kitties ♥
Posh and Boogle
Poupi enjoyed watching Bastet sleep.
As much as he was awake to make up for Herakles' frequent napping, Bastet slept to make up for Hassan's wakefulness. This delicate business of exchanging and expending of each other's energies did not stop Poupi from playing with Bastet's tail.
Bastet had a beautiful tail.
It was sleek, elegant and black like the rest of his body. It shown blue under the Egyptian sun and seemed to have a life of its own. It would jump away like a dancing desert snake whenever Poupi pawed at it and this never woke Bastet up. Well, until Poupi successfully caught it (more forcefully at times) and Bastet would raise his head to stare at him.
Poupi then would stare back with a wide-eyed, small-mouthed look on his face. His own bushy tail would wag high in apology.
Bastet would let it slide and go back to sleep.
- - - -
Kahve was stuck in a pot.
He wasn't sure how it happened (of course he did and it was ridiculous) but the pot was large, round, narrow-necked and dark. His paper bag lay crumped beneath his orange paws and the pot smelled of dampness and stale bread. He wanted to get out. Kahve would have jumped from pot, but it was a household essential and to tip it over with his weight would be to break it and it breaking was bad.
And no, Kahve wasn't acknowledging his weight. He simply was naturally big.
"What are you doing?" asked a voice from above.
Kahve looked up and saw Bastet peering down at him from the windowsill the pot stood under.
"'M stuck," he deadpanned.
"Is it fun?"
"Sure it is," Kahve said sarcastically and yelped when Bastet promptly joined him in the pot.
"No it isn't," he replied.
"Oi!" Kahve hissed. "Are y'for real? I was tryin' t'get out!"
"It doesn't seem like you've been trying very hard," Bastet said cooly, looking about the dark space.
"I didn't wanna tip it over!"
They stared at the opening above them somewhat helplessly. At that moment, a butterfly fluttered out the window, followed by Poupi who could not fly, and so he too fell in the pot.
A startled kitty screech emitted from within.
Hassan found them all later that afternoon, extremely disgruntled and smelling strongly of bitter coffee.
- - - -
Poupi knew Herakles' guilty pleasure.
It was cuddling Kahve (whenever Sadiq came to visit and was not in the room) because he smelled like coffee and Herakles loved coffee. He needed coffee in the morning, coffee during lunch, coffee before and after napping and coffee during dinner or else he kept swearing like a pirate while he drove around the city.
Not that Poupi minded. Herakles also loved cats and Kahve was stinky, so he was glad not to be the one smelling him.
What Herakles didn't like was Kahve lying on Poupi, because Poupi was soft and Kahve was heavy. He'd take his paper bag away whenever that happened and have Poupi rip it to shreds.
At this point, Sadiq would come in bringing food or some such and cry out at seeing the pitiful remains of Kahve's paper bag. He and Herakles would argue while Poupi and Kahve curiously sniffed and poked at the food. Bastet would join them eating while Hassan calmed the pair down.
After that, they would find an empty food plate and three sated cats sleeping snugly beside each other.
END
Relevant fanart! :'3 dfgkjhdfjkghd
found on pixiv