CC101- Based off the shocking popularity of my story, Wings and a Toga, I have decided to make a drabble series with usuk and ukus nekotalia. (Although many people did not review, the amount of people who visited the story alone were shocking.) The ratings will be from K to rated M. Each will have its own theme.
Disclaimer- I do not own Hetalia! This was an rp between me and DeiDeiArtistic on Omegle.
Chapter One: Bulldogs are Bullies!
Looking around the nearby vicinity, Americat was getting seriously worried. Englandcat was really late. The two toms had agreed to meet at the blue mailbox down the street but the Scottish Fold never showed up. Americat had waited for almost an hour now in the fall weather, but there was no sign of Englandcat. What in the world could have happened? The smaller tom was never late, chastising Americat when he was late. Maybe Englandcat's owner shut him in? The sky did look rather grey, but usually that did not stop the Scottish Fold from coming.
Hissing at the mutt before him, Englandcat quickly scanned the area for some quick escape. Some fiendish canine thought it would be clever to chase him down an alley, and the dogwouldn't leave him alone! Despite all the hissing and threatening he did to claw the dog, the stout bulldog refused to go away. He might be a small feline, but he wouldn't let a rutty dog get the better of him!
The Maine Coon ears twitched. Was that a dog bark and a cat hiss?! He turned around and ran off to the source of the loud barking. It was the neighbor's new dog; he could smell the dirty thing from here! Running down the street, America moved down an ally. The bulldog was barking at a fallen trashcan. Americat hissed, the fur on his back stood up strait; he hated dogs on his territory! His territory stretched almost two entire blocks and every dog, large or small, learned not to mess with Americat or his mate, Englandcat.
Hissing, Englandcat swiped his claws at the mangy white and brown bulldog. However, just as he did so, Englandcat jumped backwards when the dog lashed out at him, thankfully missing. Panicking, Englandcat still refused to back down until the dog left him alone. 'Some how humans think dogs are intelligent, however this mutt does not know anything about personal space!' Englandcat thought, scowling at the unruly canine. Where was Americat when he needed him? The younger tom could surely distract the bulldog long enough for him to get away and to never be found.
Americat's body rippled in shock as he saw Englandcat fighting with the canine. The bulldog was attacking Englandcat! No wonder the white and ginger feline never made it. 'Get away from my mate,' he mentally thought. Rushing over to help, the bigger tom attacked the bulldog's hind legs. "Englandcat! Run!" He mewed as the bulldog turned to face him. Hissing, the American feline jumped on top of the canine and bit into its neck. He could taste the metallic blood in his mouth but he would not let go.
Turning his head towards Americat, Englandcat quickly listened and fled from the bulldog, but when he turned back, he saw that Americat was still attacking the dog. "Idiot! Stop it! I'm fine now!" Englandcat hissed at the other. Seeing that America refused to stop fighting, he quickly ran back, jumping onto the mutt and digging his claws into the dog's front leg and biting the dog's ear. Quickly jumping away, Englandcat hissed at the dog in a threatening manner. "Come on, Americat! Let's go! Quickly!"
Americat hissed at the dog before giving it another sharp bite mark, making it flee down the other alley end, "AND STAY AWAY MUT!"
"Shut up! Do you want it to chase us? It's already mad enough!" Englandcat scowled, prancing away from the alley in the opposite direction of the dog. When he felt safe and far away from the mutt, Englandcat stopped near a dark brown wooden bench to take a quick breather, "But thanks for helping me."
Brushing flanks with his former mentor, America purred as he sat down. "Of course Iggy, anything for you. You are my mate, I would not allow my mate to be mauled by a bullgog, Iggy!"
Sighing, Englandcat curled into a ball under the bench, feeling slightly embariised by the nickname and the fact he was cornered by a canine. "Don't call me that," He huffed, using his paw to push Americat away lightly.
The younger tom moved behind Englandcat and pressed himself to the older, "No." Purring rather loudly now, he set his head on Englandcat's body. "Are you cold with such short fur?" He asked after watching the smaller shiver in the cool autumn wind.
"Just a little, I'm used to it though," Englandcat murmured, turning his head to look at Americat. "Can you stop that? You are far too loud. What if the dog finds us again?"
"The dog will not return, and if he does, Iwill claw him until he learns about what happens to those that attempt to hurt my mate!" Americat boasted, pressing closer to Englandcat in hopes his thick fur would warm up the other. "Also, I cannot stop purring! I am too happy! I am always happy when I am with you, Iggy!"
"Ah... If you say so.", Englandcat said, rolling his eyes. The younger feline was always flirting with him…not that he minded. His younger mate was a prideful cat, but he could not call Americat out on it: Englandcat had a large amount of pride too, he just had a tad bit more caution than the Maine Coon. "Just don't expect me to drag you back to your owner because you bit off more than you could chew." As he felt Americat press closer to him, he did not make any effort to tell the other feline to stop as the extra warmth felt nice.
America began to slowly groom the orange and white cat, licking in steady rhythmic strokes, "Very well." Englandcat was always stuffy at first. America only needed to push a little and the older would become very cuddly and loving.
A blank expression upon himself, Englandcat allowed himself to be groomed by the Maine Coon. Had it not been for Americat, Englandcat wouldn't have had his coat dirtied.
After a few minutes, Americat finished grooming Englandcat's back and looked up at the grey sky that seemed to be darkening by the minute. Taking a deep breath, Americat could smell the rain in the air. "Hey, why don't we head out now? It looks like it is about to rain. We can get into Canadacat's house by the cat door, just before the rain hits."
"Sure," Englandcat said, crawling out from under Americat and the bench. Stretching, he looked back at his young mate, "Come one, let's get going."
America nodded his head. Standing up as well, he moved over to rub against his mate, "Okay. A left at the next alley, and the third house on the side of the street."
With that, the two cats walked side by side, intertwining their tails.
CC101- Please review, I would like to see how my reader like my stories. Also, if anyone would like to add an idea or a headcannon for me to make a story out of. Please send a review with the headcannon/idea in it and I will consider it for a chapter here.
