I'm Here- Day 26
Title: I'm Here
Rated: G
Genre: Fluff
Words: 2,000 (whoa, exact)
Summary: Crumpet has found a kitten. What does he do?
Written for Day 26 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 26th: Nekotalia. Anything featuring Himaruya's Nekotalia universe. It can be the cats by themselves, the cats with normal America and England, AU, non-AU, etc.
"England?" America called as he came into the house. It was unusually dark for the fact it was midday and England should be running around the house with a phone to his ear and papers in his hands. America frowned, as he called out for England again.
He stumbled over something, yelping in surprise. Quickly he shone the light from his iPhone on a pair of bright eyes from underneath the couch. They belonged to a small cat with bright green eyes. America sighed in relief.
"Crumpet, come here," America beckoned with a calm voice. "I'm sorry to scare you."
Crumpet poked his nose out, sniffing at America's outstretched hand. He seemed to remember America. Before long, he came out and even licked America's fingers. America chuckled and scooped Crumpet into his arms. The cat was mostly white, but had two orange spots on his head and butt, bleeding onto his tail. He also had strange black markings over his eyes that resembled eyebrows; almost exactly like England's eyebrows.
England had gotten him as a gift from America just a few months previously. England had taken to the cat almost instantly, but Crumpet was still rather shy around England. He wasn't when America was around. America claimed it was due to his "charm".
"Where's England, Crumpet?" America asked, as if the cat could answer. "Isn't he home?"
Crumpet flicked his tail, and then jumped out of America's arms. He meowed once, looking back with almost a bored expression. Usually Scottish Folds such as Crumpet had a more surprise or scared expression to their face. Somehow, Crumpet was the opposite. He looked apathetic.
Nevertheless, he continued meowing until America got the hint and followed him. Crumpet raced upstairs, sitting at the top of the step until America joined him. He always carried himself in a very regal manner. That was the deciding factor in America buying the cat as a gift to England back on his birthday. They acted too similar.
Eventually they reached England's bedroom. America didn't even knock. He went into the room and rushed to England's bedside where he found the nation sleeping. His face looked red and there was a wet cloth on his forehead. America moved it aside and felt his head for his temperature.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick…?" America whispered. He moved around to make sure England was well tucked in. Then he took the cloth and poured fresh cold water on it before replacing it back on England's forehead. Finally, he left with Crumpet in his arms.
He went back down the stairs, flipping on the lights in the living area and the kitchen. He put Crumpet back on the floor, smiling down at him with his hands akimbo. "All right, Crump! Here's what we're gonna do! I'm gonna make a delicious meal for England so he can get all better! Does that sound fun?"
Crumpet stared at up with little interest in his kitty face. He licked his paw, then thought that now was a good time for a full bath. America turned away with a "tsk" as Crumpet reared his hind leg up in the air.
"Some help you are." He turned to the counter, rolling up his sleeves. "All right! Let's get started!"
But Crumpet would have nothing to do with America's cooking adventure. He decided now was a good time to leave. Out through the cat door in the back door, down the backyard's pathway, through the rose garden, and off on his own. Crumpet preferred to be outside than inside where he was more likely to have his tail stepped on when England was rushing about at work.
While out he heard a rather loud cry from the nearby bushes. At first he tensed, his tail erect and fur standing on edge. But then a little white kitten rolled out. Crumpet immediately lowered his defenses. He scooted up to sniff at the kitten that was still too tiny to even open its eyes, ears still flat.
Where am I? Help! Help!
Calm yourself, child. Crumpet licked the kitten's head. I will take you back to your mother.
I don't have a mommy.
Crumpet's already flat ears pressed down more on his head. It was sad to see a young kitten already separated from his mother. Without a mother, the kitten was sure to die. Crumpet then thought back to how many times America declared himself a hero. He grabbed the kitten by the scruff of his neck and raced back to England's house.
America was still in the kitchen. He was looking over directions in a cookbook when Crumpet placed the kitten at his feet. He meowed up at America until he looked down.
"Hey, what'cha got there? Is it a mouse?" America bent down, pushing his glasses further up on his face. He stopped when the kitten mewed. He snapped upright. "Oh my God, it's a kitten. Ah, shit. Crumpet! Where the hell did you get a kitten?"
Crumpet nodded at the door. America ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck. I can't handle this right now. England's sick and… Crumpet, can you take care of him?"
Crumpet gave more or less a nod as he picked the kitten back up. He politely took his leave, tail swishing happily in the air. He plopped the kitten down in his bed where he curled around him to give him motherly warmth. The kitten responded well. His little paws kneaded into Crumpet's belly, expecting the male cat to give milk.
I'm sorry. I'm not a female.
I'm hungry! I'm hungry! Milk! I want milk!
Crumpet looked around. There was no possible way he could give the kitten anything from the fridge. That was simply a human thing. Perhaps he could ask a fellow female feline in the neighborhood to donate her milk. However, as he started to get up, the kitten began to wail.
Don't leave! I'm scared! Stay with me!
Crumpet sat back down. He licked the kitten's head to calm him. I'm not going anywhere. It's okay.
What's your name? The kitten sniffed at Crumpet, his little tail shaking as if it wanted to wag in happiness.
My master calls me Crumpet. My master is…kind. Perhaps he will take you in as well.
Does that mean you won't leave?
Crumpet purred as he gave the kitten a little head bump. I won't leave.
America was finished with working in the kitchen and rushed upstairs. When he returned he looked satisfied. He flopped onto the couch with a loud, "AH!" Then he remembered Crumpet had a kitten.
"I don't think England will like two cats," he mused aloud. The cats were sleeping soundly. "But…I can't let a little guy like that go anywhere else. I wonder if he's hungry."
America woke the cats as he pulled the kitten from Crumpet. The kitten put up a protest, but it was futile. He was much too weak to do much of anything else other than call for Crumpet. The older cat followed America as they went into the kitchen. He kept a watchful eye on America, howling at him.
Don't drop him! Be careful, human! Don't squeeze him!
"All right, all right!" America snapped. He had pulled out a little eye dropper from England's junk drawer. He filled it with milk and started to feed the kitten. Almost instantly both parties silenced. America sighed in relief. "You two… I swear…"
Crumpet sat at America's feet while the kitten ate. America watched with a fond smile. "You're so cute. If England doesn't want you, I'll take you."
Crumpet's ears twitched. He turned around just as England staggered into the kitchen. "Take what…?"
America would have jumped up, if it weren't for the fact the kitten was still in his hands. He didn't want to startle him. "What're you doing out of bed?"
"I'm thirsty…," England croaked. His fever had gone down, but now his entire face was devoid of color. He stumbled towards the faucet, grabbing a cup sitting in the nearby wash rack. "What's in your hand?"
"Um… Crumpet found a kitten." America waited until England finished drinking. Then, England turned to face him.
"What?"
"He's so cute! But if you can't take him, I understand. I can totally take him," America offered.
England blinked, obviously out of it. "…What?"
America chuckled. "Go back to bed. I'll take care of things."
For the next few days, America kept to his word. He not only took care of the cats, but was at England's every beck and call. He made soup after soup for England, reading to him when he got bored, and tucked him in whenever he slipped into sleep. At the same time he would feed the kitten and care for Crumpet. Luckily, aside from the feeding, America didn't have to do much with the kitten. Crumpet had taken it upon himself to nurture for the small thing.
Finally, England felt well enough and was formally introduced to the kitten. By this time, Crumpet had become even more possessive of the little one. Especially since the kitten's eyes were open and his ears were starting to stick up.
"He's certainly cute," England said, petting him on the head while he sat in his lap. "Have you a name for him?"
"I was thinking something like Ace or Champ. He's a real trooper." America rubbed the kitten between the ears. "He was almost a lost case. Crumpet was really awesome and took care of him the entire time."
England smiled down at Crumpet. "It would be a shame to separate them. I'll keep him for the time being. But if I may, I'd like to name him?"
America nodded. "Your cat."
England paused for a moment. He noticed there was the beginning of brown around the collar of his neck, along with a few marks around his eyes. He smiled to himself. "Ace."
"What? But I just said-"
"I know." England blushed. He put the kitten back on the floor where he teetered off, curious as always. "I'm naming him that because…he makes me think of you."
America hugged England around the shoulders, kissing his cheek. His face was also red as he nuzzled into England's neck. "You…are sometimes too cute."
Crumpet purred from the floor. He picked up Ace and returned to his cat bed. There, he curled up with Ace kneading into him again. It was now a habit, despite knowing that America fed him.
You're happy. Ace tried to purr too, but he was still a little too young. Instead he licked Crumpet's face.
Yes, because you get to stay after all. Crumpet looked over at England and America, enjoying them cuddling together, watching the two of them cuddle in their bed. I told you… My master is kind. They both are.
Hoshiko2's cents: This is an extra special chapter as Haro (one of the mods at the USUK lj community) underwent surgery today and wanted a lot of cat stories. I wanted to make sure this was a good one, despite the fact writing the Nekotalia universe is extremely hard for me. I hope you liked it!
Also, a sad note. Livejournal is having problems, and many users are unable to post their own prompts on the appropriate days. As such, the mods had extended the time of the prompts, pushing back the final three days. Since those days are now on the 28th, 29th, and 30th, I will not update until then. But don't worry, I will update regardless.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter.
Rated: G
Genre: Fluff
Words: 2,000 (whoa, exact)
Summary: Crumpet has found a kitten. What does he do?
Written for Day 26 for the usxuk Summer Camp event. July 26th: Nekotalia. Anything featuring Himaruya's Nekotalia universe. It can be the cats by themselves, the cats with normal America and England, AU, non-AU, etc.
"England?" America called as he came into the house. It was unusually dark for the fact it was midday and England should be running around the house with a phone to his ear and papers in his hands. America frowned, as he called out for England again.
He stumbled over something, yelping in surprise. Quickly he shone the light from his iPhone on a pair of bright eyes from underneath the couch. They belonged to a small cat with bright green eyes. America sighed in relief.
"Crumpet, come here," America beckoned with a calm voice. "I'm sorry to scare you."
Crumpet poked his nose out, sniffing at America's outstretched hand. He seemed to remember America. Before long, he came out and even licked America's fingers. America chuckled and scooped Crumpet into his arms. The cat was mostly white, but had two orange spots on his head and butt, bleeding onto his tail. He also had strange black markings over his eyes that resembled eyebrows; almost exactly like England's eyebrows.
England had gotten him as a gift from America just a few months previously. England had taken to the cat almost instantly, but Crumpet was still rather shy around England. He wasn't when America was around. America claimed it was due to his "charm".
"Where's England, Crumpet?" America asked, as if the cat could answer. "Isn't he home?"
Crumpet flicked his tail, and then jumped out of America's arms. He meowed once, looking back with almost a bored expression. Usually Scottish Folds such as Crumpet had a more surprise or scared expression to their face. Somehow, Crumpet was the opposite. He looked apathetic.
Nevertheless, he continued meowing until America got the hint and followed him. Crumpet raced upstairs, sitting at the top of the step until America joined him. He always carried himself in a very regal manner. That was the deciding factor in America buying the cat as a gift to England back on his birthday. They acted too similar.
Eventually they reached England's bedroom. America didn't even knock. He went into the room and rushed to England's bedside where he found the nation sleeping. His face looked red and there was a wet cloth on his forehead. America moved it aside and felt his head for his temperature.
"Why didn't you tell me you were sick…?" America whispered. He moved around to make sure England was well tucked in. Then he took the cloth and poured fresh cold water on it before replacing it back on England's forehead. Finally, he left with Crumpet in his arms.
He went back down the stairs, flipping on the lights in the living area and the kitchen. He put Crumpet back on the floor, smiling down at him with his hands akimbo. "All right, Crump! Here's what we're gonna do! I'm gonna make a delicious meal for England so he can get all better! Does that sound fun?"
Crumpet stared at up with little interest in his kitty face. He licked his paw, then thought that now was a good time for a full bath. America turned away with a "tsk" as Crumpet reared his hind leg up in the air.
"Some help you are." He turned to the counter, rolling up his sleeves. "All right! Let's get started!"
But Crumpet would have nothing to do with America's cooking adventure. He decided now was a good time to leave. Out through the cat door in the back door, down the backyard's pathway, through the rose garden, and off on his own. Crumpet preferred to be outside than inside where he was more likely to have his tail stepped on when England was rushing about at work.
While out he heard a rather loud cry from the nearby bushes. At first he tensed, his tail erect and fur standing on edge. But then a little white kitten rolled out. Crumpet immediately lowered his defenses. He scooted up to sniff at the kitten that was still too tiny to even open its eyes, ears still flat.
Where am I? Help! Help!
Calm yourself, child. Crumpet licked the kitten's head. I will take you back to your mother.
I don't have a mommy.
Crumpet's already flat ears pressed down more on his head. It was sad to see a young kitten already separated from his mother. Without a mother, the kitten was sure to die. Crumpet then thought back to how many times America declared himself a hero. He grabbed the kitten by the scruff of his neck and raced back to England's house.
America was still in the kitchen. He was looking over directions in a cookbook when Crumpet placed the kitten at his feet. He meowed up at America until he looked down.
"Hey, what'cha got there? Is it a mouse?" America bent down, pushing his glasses further up on his face. He stopped when the kitten mewed. He snapped upright. "Oh my God, it's a kitten. Ah, shit. Crumpet! Where the hell did you get a kitten?"
Crumpet nodded at the door. America ran a hand through his hair. "Fuck. I can't handle this right now. England's sick and… Crumpet, can you take care of him?"
Crumpet gave more or less a nod as he picked the kitten back up. He politely took his leave, tail swishing happily in the air. He plopped the kitten down in his bed where he curled around him to give him motherly warmth. The kitten responded well. His little paws kneaded into Crumpet's belly, expecting the male cat to give milk.
I'm sorry. I'm not a female.
I'm hungry! I'm hungry! Milk! I want milk!
Crumpet looked around. There was no possible way he could give the kitten anything from the fridge. That was simply a human thing. Perhaps he could ask a fellow female feline in the neighborhood to donate her milk. However, as he started to get up, the kitten began to wail.
Don't leave! I'm scared! Stay with me!
Crumpet sat back down. He licked the kitten's head to calm him. I'm not going anywhere. It's okay.
What's your name? The kitten sniffed at Crumpet, his little tail shaking as if it wanted to wag in happiness.
My master calls me Crumpet. My master is…kind. Perhaps he will take you in as well.
Does that mean you won't leave?
Crumpet purred as he gave the kitten a little head bump. I won't leave.
America was finished with working in the kitchen and rushed upstairs. When he returned he looked satisfied. He flopped onto the couch with a loud, "AH!" Then he remembered Crumpet had a kitten.
"I don't think England will like two cats," he mused aloud. The cats were sleeping soundly. "But…I can't let a little guy like that go anywhere else. I wonder if he's hungry."
America woke the cats as he pulled the kitten from Crumpet. The kitten put up a protest, but it was futile. He was much too weak to do much of anything else other than call for Crumpet. The older cat followed America as they went into the kitchen. He kept a watchful eye on America, howling at him.
Don't drop him! Be careful, human! Don't squeeze him!
"All right, all right!" America snapped. He had pulled out a little eye dropper from England's junk drawer. He filled it with milk and started to feed the kitten. Almost instantly both parties silenced. America sighed in relief. "You two… I swear…"
Crumpet sat at America's feet while the kitten ate. America watched with a fond smile. "You're so cute. If England doesn't want you, I'll take you."
Crumpet's ears twitched. He turned around just as England staggered into the kitchen. "Take what…?"
America would have jumped up, if it weren't for the fact the kitten was still in his hands. He didn't want to startle him. "What're you doing out of bed?"
"I'm thirsty…," England croaked. His fever had gone down, but now his entire face was devoid of color. He stumbled towards the faucet, grabbing a cup sitting in the nearby wash rack. "What's in your hand?"
"Um… Crumpet found a kitten." America waited until England finished drinking. Then, England turned to face him.
"What?"
"He's so cute! But if you can't take him, I understand. I can totally take him," America offered.
England blinked, obviously out of it. "…What?"
America chuckled. "Go back to bed. I'll take care of things."
For the next few days, America kept to his word. He not only took care of the cats, but was at England's every beck and call. He made soup after soup for England, reading to him when he got bored, and tucked him in whenever he slipped into sleep. At the same time he would feed the kitten and care for Crumpet. Luckily, aside from the feeding, America didn't have to do much with the kitten. Crumpet had taken it upon himself to nurture for the small thing.
Finally, England felt well enough and was formally introduced to the kitten. By this time, Crumpet had become even more possessive of the little one. Especially since the kitten's eyes were open and his ears were starting to stick up.
"He's certainly cute," England said, petting him on the head while he sat in his lap. "Have you a name for him?"
"I was thinking something like Ace or Champ. He's a real trooper." America rubbed the kitten between the ears. "He was almost a lost case. Crumpet was really awesome and took care of him the entire time."
England smiled down at Crumpet. "It would be a shame to separate them. I'll keep him for the time being. But if I may, I'd like to name him?"
America nodded. "Your cat."
England paused for a moment. He noticed there was the beginning of brown around the collar of his neck, along with a few marks around his eyes. He smiled to himself. "Ace."
"What? But I just said-"
"I know." England blushed. He put the kitten back on the floor where he teetered off, curious as always. "I'm naming him that because…he makes me think of you."
America hugged England around the shoulders, kissing his cheek. His face was also red as he nuzzled into England's neck. "You…are sometimes too cute."
Crumpet purred from the floor. He picked up Ace and returned to his cat bed. There, he curled up with Ace kneading into him again. It was now a habit, despite knowing that America fed him.
You're happy. Ace tried to purr too, but he was still a little too young. Instead he licked Crumpet's face.
Yes, because you get to stay after all. Crumpet looked over at England and America, enjoying them cuddling together, watching the two of them cuddle in their bed. I told you… My master is kind. They both are.
Hoshiko2's cents: This is an extra special chapter as Haro (one of the mods at the USUK lj community) underwent surgery today and wanted a lot of cat stories. I wanted to make sure this was a good one, despite the fact writing the Nekotalia universe is extremely hard for me. I hope you liked it!
Also, a sad note. Livejournal is having problems, and many users are unable to post their own prompts on the appropriate days. As such, the mods had extended the time of the prompts, pushing back the final three days. Since those days are now on the 28th, 29th, and 30th, I will not update until then. But don't worry, I will update regardless.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter.