AN: Hey! Welcome to the latest story by myself and by cutedifferent93. This was meant to be just for fun, so it's not a very serious story. We felt it would be nice to do something that was mostly fluffy and amusing, with some smut near the end. So, that's what this is. Please enjoy this random story and, as always, reviews are appreciated.
Chapter 1
A World Meeting had been called earlier that day; however, it looked as though the meeting would never start. Almost immediately, England and America had begun bickering – fueled by France's occasional inputs – and it had quickly escalated to England waving his wand about and threatening to curse America into oblivion.
Russia watched in amusement as the three nations argued. He was mentally counting how long it would take before Germany started yelling at England, America, and France. Russia chuckled quietly to himself and looked over at China.
"Is amusing, da? They are very much being the stupid," he grinned. China nodded then shook his head.
"Shì de, they are," he agreed, hoping it would all be over and they would stop acting like undisciplined children.
England gave a shout as America pushed him. Everyone saw the wand fly out of his hand and up into the air. There was a bright flash of light and several shouts of shock spread throughout the room.
Russia gasped and covered his eyes, trying to avoid the painfully bright light. He fidgeted as he felt a weird tingling spread through his body.
China quickly shielded his eyes from the light. He felt an odd tingle surge through himself. What had England done?
After a bit Russia opened his eyes. He could tell something was off. Russia was sure he was still in his seat but, for some reason, he couldn't see over the table. He blinked and tilted his head. Russia looked over to ask China what had happened and let out a startled yowl when he saw a small dark brown cat had replaced his crush.
It took Russia a moment to realize the sound he had made. He attempted to look down at his hands and saw large fluffy brown paws instead.
China jumped at the sudden sound and fell out of his chair. He looked up and noticed the chair was much higher that it should be. He cocked his head to the side and raised a hand to pull himself up. He froze and stared in shock at the dark brown paw in place of his pale hand. He gave a questioning mew as he looked around and noticed that each of them had been turned into cats!
Russia saw China – well, he assumed it was China – fall off the chair and quickly jumped off his own.
"China?" he asked, briefly glad he was able to still talk. Russia heard the alarmed shouts of the others in the room but ignored them in favor of cautiously approaching the smaller cat. China looked up from observing himself and blinked his golden-brown eyes.
"Russia?" he questioned, looking over the fluffy brown cat in front of him. He noticed the purple irises that undoubtedly belonged to Russia. Russia's tail rose happily.
"Da, is me. Are you being okay? You fell off your chair," he asked, tilting his head. China smiled briefly at Russia, happy he was alright. He turned to look at himself over his shoulder, eyes widening at the tail swaying back and forth.
"I am alright, thank you. Are you?" he asked, finally tearing his eyes away from the extra appendage. Russia nodded.
"I am fine. It is weird being cat, though," he replied.
"ENGLAAAAAAAAAAND!"
A Scottish fold cat went racing by, followed by a larger fluffy pale yellow cat with glasses-like markings around its eyes. Russia leapt out of the way, his fur standing on end. China jumped out of the way as well, a trail of fur standing on end from his neck to his tail. He watched the other cats run by.
Russia calmed down and looked around, noticing the other nations – now cats – got down from their chairs.
"I wonder how we are going to turn back to normal," he commented. Russia looked back at China. "Do you think we should help catch England?"
China watched the other nations chase a white cat with a brown patch over its eye. He grinned rather disconcertingly and crouched down, ready to pounce as the nations raced around the table.
"I don't want to be a cat forever," he replied, jumping out at England with a hiss. England let out a yelp as he was tackled. He tried to get back up but was thwarted when Russia flopped down on top of him, pinning him easily to the ground.
"You will turn us back now, da?" Russia chirped. England scowled over his shoulder at the large cat.
"I can't! At least, I don't know how to right now," he snapped. China stood and faced England, a rather threatening growl rose up from his throat.
"What do you mean you can't? How did you do this in the first place?" he demanded, eyes narrowing. England huffed.
"I didn't! America jostled the wand from my hand, the tosser," he spat. "If I knew what the spell was, I could reverse it. But I don't, so right now I can't."
Germany, now a gray-blue cat, stalked over and glared down at the Scottish-fold.
"Then you will find what the spell is and reverse it immediately! You have books full of spells, right?" he demanded. England nodded.
"Of course I do. If the fat cat on top of me would move I'd be able to go home and look through them," he replied haughtily. Russia gave a low, frankly frightening, growl.
"I am not fat. I am big boned," he said as he stood and walked over to sit beside China. China growled as well, not liking England's insult.
"So how long do we have to stay like this?" he hissed, tail flicking back and forth in agitation. England stood and his fur bristled slightly.
"Until I find the spell, of course," he replied. America gave a whiny meow.
"I don't wanna be a cat! How am I gonna be the best country ever if I'm a cat?" he complained. Germany sighed.
"We will just have to wait, it seems. The rest of us should stay here, I think. That way when England finds the spell we'll all be ready," he said. China sighed and walked back over to the chairs, leaping up gracefully and curling up in a ball, trying to relax and keep from attacking England out of agitation. England left the room in a huff.
Italy, now a caramel color with a dark brown patch on the top of his head, pranced over to Germany and pawed at him.
"Come on, Germany! I want to play," he mewed, pushing on Germany's shoulder teasingly.
Germany looked down at Italy and his tail twitched.
"Doesn't this bother you at all?" he asked. Germany sighed. Most things didn't bother Italy, so he wasn't sure why he was surprised. Italy fell back onto his back playfully, pawing and pushing at Germany with a clueless smile.
"Why should I be? I am cute as a gatto!" he laughed. China shook his head at the childish, care-free actions of the Italian. Germany gave an annoyed meow and cuffed at Italy's head.
"You are too carefree!" he scolded. Italy jumped quickly out of Germany's reach and crouched down, his tail swaying in the air as he tried to anticipate Germany's move.
"You aren't carefree enough, Germany," he whined. "You should play!"
Germany shook his head.
"Nein! I do not need to be carefree," he replied, ears flattening against his head. Italy lay all the way down, placing his chin on his paws as his eyes got impossibly wide.
"Please~? For me?" he pleaded. Germany's tail twitched and he sighed.
"What do you even want to play?" he asked. Italy lit up like a show of fireworks and he tackled Germany with a playful meow.
"Yay!" he exclaimed, jumping back off and running a circle around the steel-blue cat. "You can chase me and I can chase you!"
Germany wished he could face-palm. He stood.
"Fine. It might at least provide some sort of training. Maybe," Germany agreed. He hunkered down before pouncing at Italy.
Russia looked up at where China was curled up and he smiled. He jumped up beside China and reached out a paw to poke his back.
"Why are you napping?" he asked curiously. Russia was hopeful that, since they couldn't really attend to any of their duties, he would have a chance to spend time with China.
He looked up at Russia.
"I just want this to be over. I cannot do much else as a cat," he replied, mildly amused at Russia's pokes. Russia settled down and tucked his paws under himself.
"My cat always finds something to amuse himself with. Maybe we can destroy something, da?" he chuckled, fluffy tail swishing back and forth.
China couldn't help but snicker at Russia's suggestion.
"What would you suggest we destroy?" he inquired.
Russia thought for a moment.
"There are the curtains, or these chairs…I am sure there are mice somewhere that need catching, da?" he suggested, standing again.
China gave a shudder at the thought of catching mice. He may be a cat now but there was no way he was eating a mouse. After a moment, he looked at Russia.
"Why don't you choose?" he asked. "But I'm not eating a mouse."
Russia titled his head.
"Who said we would eat mouse?" he replied. "But we can do other things if you would like."
China sighed. No-one said they would eat a mouse. He sat up and nodded.
"Alright. I suppose I can't just sleep till England reverses the spell," he replied, hopping down off the chair and landing gracefully on his feet. Even as a cat, China held himself in a very dignified manner.
Russia jumped down, landing with a loud thump, and headed out from under the table.
"There are sure to be mice in this building somewhere," he said, ears twitching in every direction to listen for the scurrying of potential mice. China followed, rather amazed at how quickly Russia was adapting to being a cat. He began to listen as well, immediately in awe at how much he could hear. He heard a bird calling outside the window, the playful pounces and purrs of the other nations, he could even hear Russia's breathing ahead of him. China concentrated, staying so stock still one would think he was a statue, and listened for the smallest indication of a rodent hiding.
Italy leapt out of the way of Germany's pounce in the nick of time and ran around the table, weaving in and out of the chair legs and expertly avoiding the other nations.
France sat grooming himself and grinning.
"This is not all that bad. It is nice being a pussycat," he hummed, sliding his paw across his face.
Germany frowned and sped up, chasing after Italy. Maybe it was ridiculous, but at the moment they were cats, so perhaps he could relax a bit until they returned to their normal selves.
Italy laughed as he avoided Germany, tripping over his own feet and rolling a few feet. Germany took his chance and tackled Italy, pinning him to the floor.
"Hmph, too easy," he said with a shake of his head and a tiny smile.
Italy giggled, reaching up and pawing gently at Germany's nose.
"Yay! Germany caught me! Now I get to catch you!" he replied, a huge smile on his face. Germany backed off of Italy.
"You can try," he replied with a smirk, before bolting away.
Russia looked back at China.
"There is being too much noise here. A mouse would probably show up somewhere quieter," he said, "right?"
China nodded, getting slightly frustrated at not being able to focus enough.
"Shì de. Where shall we go?" he asked, stepping up next to Russia.
Russia headed for the door.
"I do not know. Maybe in the kitchen?" he suggested, smiling at China.
China nodded and returned the smile. It was surprisingly nice not to have to worry about all of the responsibilities that came with being human. China began to get a little more playful prance in his step as he and Russia walked to the kitchen. Russia noticed the change in China's walk and laughed quietly.
"You are looking to be happy," he commented, going by smell to find the kitchen. China blushed slightly and nodded.
"Yes, I am a little happy I suppose. I do not have to worry about the normal things." he replied with a small smile. Russia tilted his head.
"China has worries?" he asked, sounding concerned. China nodded once.
"Yes. It is nothing to worry about," he replied, amused that Russia was so concerned for him.
Italy quickly jumped up and raced after Germany. He liked getting Germany to relax and play; he was always such a stick in the mud.
Germany jumped up onto a chair and then the table. He hoped the smooth surface would trip Italy up. Italy leapt up onto the slippery surface of the table, too worried about catching Germany to change his way of walking. His paws slipped out from under him and he fell onto the table with an oof.
France laughed from the sidelines, finding Italy's childish actions very amusing.
"It's not just about speed, Italy. Agility is required to catch something too," he chided. Italy pouted as he stood up. Germany jumped to a windowsill and looked back at Italy.
"Are you alright, Italy?" he asked, hoping Italy hadn't hurt himself. Italy looked up at Germany and nodded.
"Sì, I am alright."
He took a cautious step forward, hoping not to slip again, and walked across the table; he still determined to catch the steel-grey cat.
Russia found the kitchen and stood up on his back paws to reach the doorknob. He batted at it a few times before jumping up and catching it with both paws. Russia slipped and let go as the door swung open. China chuckled quietly and held the door open.
"You are very good at being a cat, Russia."
It was a little odd to say such a thing but it was true. Russia laughed.
"Really? I suppose it is because I spend lots of time with my cat," he replied, heading into the kitchen. China smiled, rather enjoying Russia's laugh as he followed.
"Yes. You seem to have adapted quite well," he stated, remembering to move his tail out of the door's path as it closed.
Germany watched Italy cross the table. He was prepared to leap away at a moment's notice, but he was curious to see how well Italy handled the challenge. Italy took another few hesitant steps then ran across the table towards Germany with a laugh. He reached the edge of the table and pushed off, leaping across, ready to tackle his friend.
"I got you!" he called. Germany dodged by jumping down from the window.
"You will have to do better than that, Italy," he called back, darting under the table. Germany gave grunt as he slammed into Prussia, who had deliberately gotten in the way.
"Heh, having fun with your boyfriend, West?" he snickered.
Russia looked around the kitchen with wide eyes. It seemed much larger now that he was a cat. Russia looked back at China.
"Being a cat fits you better than it does me, China. You are so dignified," he said as he listened out for any unusual noises. China blushed slightly, giving a polite incline of his head.
"Xièxiè, Russia, but that doesn't make me a better cat; you are playful and...fluffy," he gently raised his paw and placed it on Russia's shoulder, feeling the soft fur. Russia looked embarrassed.
"Fluffy? What does that have to do with being cat?" he asked, secretly enjoying how close China had gotten. China grinned and pet Russia gently.
"Fluffy is nice to pet," he replied sweetly. Russia purred and leaned down to rub his cheek against China's head.
Italy landed on the windowsill, barely avoiding crashing through the window, and jumped to the floor. He noticed Prussia talking to Germany. Now was his chance to catch Germany! He crouched down and approached quietly, the tip of his tail swishing.
Germany ignored Prussia and tried to get around him, but Prussia kept stepping in the way and blocking his escape.
"What? There's nothing to be embarrassed about," he teased. Germany growled.
"Go away, Prussia," he told him sternly.
Italy quickly closed the space between him and Germany and pounced on the steel-gray cat's back with a triumphant laugh.
"I got you! I got Germany!"
Germany frowned as Prussia walked off, laughing. He sighed and looked back at Italy.
"Good job," he praised with a small smile.
Italy's smile grew but he stayed laying on Germany's back, purring as he nuzzled into Germany's fur.
"Germany is so soft~," he said.
China froze momentarily. He wasn't very used to being in such an intimate proximity to someone else. But he found it rather...nice. He began to purr along with Russia, rubbing back.
Germany's blush would have been apparent had he been human. He sighed and lay down, figuring he might as well. Italy eventually rolled off Germany's back and curled up against the steel-grey cat, his tail wrapping around his body. He began purring contentedly. Italy rolled over on his back with his paws up in the air. He cuddled closer to Germany's side and purred.
Russia purred even louder before a scratching sound caught his attention. His ears perked and he followed the sound until he spotted his prey. A mouse was sitting in the corner, nibbling on something Russia couldn't see. He crouched and paused. His tail twitched briefly before pounced on the mouse. The mouse squeaked in terror as it was picked up in Russia's mouth. He shook it before letting it loose on the ground for a second. Russia pounced it again and began smacking it around the floor.
"This is fun!" he cheered. China laughed and hurried to join in on the fun. He pounced on the mouse's tail, keeping it in place, and then batting it across the slick floor. Russia gave the mouse a smack when it came his way and realized too late he had hit it a bit too hard. He picked it up in his mouth and brought it over to China.
"Sorry, I killed it by accident," Russia said sadly, ears flattening out to the side. China smiled fondly.
"It's ok. We can find something else to do," he replied, nuzzling Russia's cheek lightly. He took the mouse from Russia and walked over to the cabinet with the trashcan. He pawed at the small door till he was able to get it open then dropped the dead rodent into the can.
Russia smiled and his tail swished back and forth happily.
"Okay," he agreed, walking over to China. China turned to Russia and smiled.
"Should we check the other rooms for mice or go outside?" he asked, eyes sparkling as his tail flicked back and forth. Russia thought about it.
"I am thinking outside would be nice. Is sunny day and warm," he replied, trotting over to the kitchen door. Russia pushed it open and held it in place with his body so China could walk through. China smiled and walked through the door, the tip of his tail flicking against Russia's nose as he passed.
"That sounds nice," he replied. Russia's tail waved in the air as he happily followed after China. When they reached the door he saw it was open and supposed it was England's doing. Russia pushed it open further and bounded outside and down the front steps.
China chuckled and leapt down the steps after him. He looked up at the blue sky and smiled. He walked into the tall grass and laid down, starting to roll around and purr happily. Russia chuckled.
"You are being the silly, China," he teased, flopping down in the grass as well. China stopped rolling and looked embarrassed.
"I-It feels rather nice..." he replied, ears twitching around as he listened to the birds tweeting and the wind blow softly. Russia bumped his head against China's back.
"Do not be embarrassed," he said with a smile. Russia yawned and stretched out in the grass. Who knew the sun could make one so sleepy so fast. China looked down and smiled, laying back down and stretching.
"You said I was being silly," he said, rubbing his face against the grass and purring. Russia nodded.
"Da, because you were. It was fun to watch," he replied. A butterfly caught Russia's attention and he quickly got into a crouch. As it flew closer and pounced. And missed. Russia watched as the butterfly flew just out of reach over his head – as though taunting him. China chuckled as he watched Russia get taunted.
"Now you are being silly, Russia." he laughed, crouching himself. He jumped for the butterfly and just barely missed it. Russia jumped again; and again he missed the butterfly. With a huff, he gave up and made his way over to a nearby tree.
"Have you ever climbed a tree before? I have not, but maybe now I can," he said to China. The dark brown cat followed happily and nodded.
"I have not. It should be easy now, though," he replied, looking at his claws. Russia looked at the tree and then down at his paws.
"It is going to be easier said than done I am thinking," he commented. Russia contemplated how to go about climbing the tree, but eventually decided to just try. He backed up a bit and took a running leap, digging his claws into the bark.
China watched with a smile and jumped onto the tree too. Once he didn't immediately fall, he pulled his claws from the bark and began to quickly climb up the trunk. It was harder than he thought but he was quickly getting the hang of it as he reached a high branch.
"Come on, Russia. It's fun," he called, sitting on the branch regally. Russia hesitated but eventually got up onto a branch. He hopped to the next, and the one after that, then stopped.
"Hmm…is getting a bit high. There is no snow to be breaking my fall - if I do fall," he said apprehensively. China looked up with a smile.
"Don't worry, I would catch you," he reassured, leaping up to the next branch.
"Besides, you would land on your feet if you did."
Russia laughed.
"You would not catch me. If you tried I would crush you flat," he snickered, shaking his head. China had to laugh too.
"I would at least try to catch you. Isn't that what counts?" he asked, jumping up to the same branch and smiling. Russia shook his head again.
"Like you said, it would not be necessary. I would land on my feet. I just do not like going higher than this," he said. China nodded looking down with a worried look.
"I agree," he said, scooting closer to Russia. Russia smiled and curled his tail around China.
"Is good view from here, though, da? Maybe we can even catch that butterfly if it comes too close," he suggested. China nodded, his tail swishing back and forth happily and leaning into Russia's shoulder. It felt rather nice to be so close to Russia. China felt protected – not that he needed protecting, but still. He started to purr softly.
Russia purred as well and closed his eyes. He felt happy whenever he was around China, and now that he had China all to himself – temporarily – he was even happier. China rubbed his cheek against Russia's shoulder, purring louder. He was pleasantly surprised at how relaxed and happy he was - all things considered - just to sit in a tree with Russia.