Title: Christmas Cat-tastrophe [Intro]
Fandom: Hetalia /Nekotalia/
Pairing(s): F.A.C.E Family (FrUK)
Genre: Comedy & Fluff (slightly)

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"''Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring. Not even a mouse."

They had heard this story since they were tiny newborns, but Britain continued to tell it every Christmas Eve. Curled up close to him were two small RagaMuffin kittens. Both were rather fluffy, but one had a chocolate mane and the other had a light brown one. The larger of the two twitched his ears while raising his head up to Britain. "Mommy, we've already heard this part before.."

"Alfred, if you keep interrupting Santa is going to put coal in your stocking..." The Scottish fold murmured, whiskers twitching in an irritated manner after hearing his son's remark.

The smaller kitten then lifted his head, a sleepy yawn escaping parted jaws before nuzzling into the Scottish fold's stomach. Unlike his brother, Canada enjoyed listening to the Christmas story that Britain told. He was always a quiet kitten who simply listened and did as he was told by their parents.

America frowned a bit as he began to climb up Britain's side. Since Canada was leaning against him, he squeaked as he suddenly felt himself rolling over after his brother had moved. "A-Alfred?!" The small RagaMuffin whined as he rolled on his back for a bit, paws flailing in the air helplessly.

"Huh? Oops! Sorry Mattie!" America called out to him, turning and looking down after he made it up the top of Mt. Britain. "I didn't see you there..."

"Don't be so mean to your brother, mon ami." A smooth voice purred. Britain looked over to see a light haired Persian walking towards them, pressing his ears to his head while muttering. "About time you got back, France."

"You were waiting for moi?" France couldn't help but do his usual chuckle as he winked at Britain before leaning down to gently nuzzle Canada onto his paws. "There you go my little Matthew." As Canada smiled up at him before making his way over to his stuffed polar bear, France looked over at Britain curiously and mewed. "Why aren't they in bed? It's Christmas Eve tonight."

"You git, I was waiting on you!" The Scottish fold hissed, quickly rising to his paws, forgetting that one of the kittens was on his side. America had fallen, but managed to land on top of his burger pillow. "Do you have any idea how bloody late it is?! How am I supposed to get stuff done while watching the kittens?!"

"Heeeeey, calm down, calm down.." The Persian replied softly, gently pressing his nose to the other head before licking one of his bent ears. "I'm back now. Isn't that what matters in the end, hmm?" Not giving the other a chance to reply, the Persian smiled as he walked over to America and gently picked him up by his fluffy scruff. "Time for good kittens to get to bed."

"Now!?" The RagaMuffin whined as he dangled between France's teeth. "Papaaaa! This isn't cool!" Alfred whined again as the bed he shared with Matthew started to get closer.

"Nor is being on Santa's Naughty List." The Persian purred while gently placing America in the bed. "Your mother agrees too.."

"Of course I do." Britain stated, carrying Canada who was already asleep. After placing the kitten next to his brother, he gave a quick lick to both of their heads before leaning against France. "Now close your eyes and try to sleep. When you wake up in the morning, Santa will have come and both of you will have plenty of presents to open."

"But I'm not-" America tried to protest, only to stop as a sudden yawn caused his eyes to close. His head then plopped down on top of Canada's, softly murmuring as he started to drift off. "Sle...epy.."

"This is going to be a long night..." France whispered quietly, closing his eyes as a grin caused his whiskers to twitch. "Hoho, and for once I'm not talking about-"

"Stop before you get ahead of yourself." Britain quietly snapped before walking towards the cat-flap in the door. As France followed him, he stopped to look at the sleeping bundles in their bed. "So cute..." He smiled, turning his attention back to the door and quietly followed Britain.