My Gran is the inspiration for this one. We were at her house with our poochie...
Mama never really understood cats. She never knew what my kitties wanted.
"Do you want to go outside? Do you want a fish?" She'd ask, making me smile.
"No Mama! She just want's some petting!" I'd laugh, scratching Super Cat's ears.
"He was lying upside down!" Mama laughed, holding Sparta. "I'm surprised that his face didn't turn red."
"Mama! Sparta's fur is brown!" I laughed.
I was supposed to be asleep, but I needed to go to the bathroom. I heard her laughing.
"I wish you'd talk to me. Tell me what you want."
I miss Mama. I wish I wasn't Greece.
So... My lovely readers... Be prepared for some depressing Hetalia fics. My folks are splitting up. Yeah, sucky I know... I don't want to write in my marching band story until I'm done with making emo characters. The Hetalia fandom is about to get alot of depressing fan fics about Germany and Prussia and England and America. And a funny one about Liechtenstein and Switzy... Because of a funny conversation I had with my little sister.
