hey guy! This is an idea I came up eith at random...so here it is! I do not own Hetalia or its characters unfortunatly, so engoy the story this will have more chapters im not sure how many also revew with ideas i might use them when I run out!
Neko Roma
Ch 1: The Bet
"Mio dio" Romano complained as he held his head trying to stop his pounding headache. "I shouldn't have drank so much, Damn it" He slowly got up from the bed trying not to wake the still sleeping Spaniard next to him and when to the bathroom for some medicine to help with his aching head.
Lovino yawned and rubbed at his eye sleepily as he rummaged though the cabinet. He took two pills after finding the appropriate bottle and got a drink from the sink complaining that the it tasted horrible. Romano stretched and looked in the mirror. He screamed and jumped startled, almost falling.
"Wha!? R-Roma! What happened!" Spain asked startled awake by Romano's scream.
"I-I...What the hell!?" Romano shouted after getting over the initial shock and he ran out of the bathroom bumping into Antonio.
"Roma?...G-Gato?" Spain asked looking down at his petit lover.
"What the hell happened last night!?" Romano yelled.
"Mi amor, you...you just went out drinking...how did you...?"Antonio asked just as confused as Romano. Lovino gasped as he finally remembered.
"I can too drink more than you, you bastard!" Romano exclaimed loudly slamming his cup down on the table.
"I'd like to see you try" England challenged.
"Okay I'll prove it!" Roma shouted.
"Fine, if you can drink more than me then I'll...I'll...clean your house for a month...and if I win you have to...let me try out one of my new spells on you!" England said.
"You're on, you jerk!" Romano agreed and started to down as many drinks as he could.
"That English bastard!" Romano ran to the phone and called up England. "The hell did you do to me?" He shouted before England even sayed a word.
"Romano?" The tired brit asked.
"No i'm a fucking fairy, Yes it's me, you Jerk!" England sighed
"What do you want?" He asked still half asleep.
"The fuck did you do to me!?" Romano screamed.
"Could you be more specific?" England yawned lazily.
"I'm fucking part cat, you ass!" Arthur moved though phone away from his ear to save his hearing as Roma cursed at him.
"Yes...I figured and you shouldn't be so shocked you know, you did lose the bet after all" England explained. The realization hit Romano like a rock...he had lost...and of all people to England!
"Damn it" He muttered under his breath That bastard had to of cheated!
"Just chang me back bastard!" Roma shouted.
"I can't" England replied simply.
"The Fuck to you mean 'you cant'! You made me like this now chang me back!" Roma yelled at the Brit as Spain hugged him from behind and rested his head on Roma's shoulder trying to calm him.
"It's fine, Mi amor, don't worry you look so cute with kitty ears" He whispered.
"Fuck off, and I'm not cute nor am I a kitty!" Roma snapped at the Spaniard. England sighed waiting until the two stoped fighting or more so until Romano stoped yelling at Spain.
"I can't because I can't find the spell book I used last night, But the spell should wear off in a few weeks."
"A few weeks!? Fuck no! You are gonna get your lazy ass up and find that damned book!" Romano shouted.
"I'll look but there's no guaranty I'll find it so for now you're just going to have to deal." England said.
"Fuck you!" Romano said and hung up the phone.
"What'd he say Roma?" Spain asked siting on the bed next to where Romano was standing.
"He can't fucking find his stupid spell book to chang me back!" Roma yelled still pissed off by the entire situation.
"And what's so bad about that? Now you can be mi gatito pequeno!" Spain said happily and patted Romano's head.
"I'm not a damn cat!" Roma growled.
"Aw but you are, mi amor" Spain started twirling Romano's curl around his finger and scratching behind Romano's cat ears.
"S...stop that! I-I'm not in the mood for...that" Roma said trying his best not to purr. Spain smiled and wrapped his legs around Romano's waist pulling him closer.
"But, Mi gatito pequeno, you look so cute right now" He leaned over and kissed Romano only to pushed away. Roma took a step back and crossed his arms pouting and looking slightly flustered.
"I said I'm not in the mood damn it, I'm more so in the mood to kick that stupid brits ass from here to next week." Roma said and started to walk off to the kitchen "I'm going to cook something" Spain sighed and got up to follow him.
"So what are we gonna cook, Mi gatito pequeno?" Spain asked.
"We arn't gonna cook anything, I'm going to make some Ciriola and don't call me that, you jerk!" Roma snapped at the Spaniard.