America fidgets on his settee, a soft blush on his cheeks as the sewing on his trousers is suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. "So... why are you here again...?" He shyly asks the green-eyed Brit sitting across from him.
"You think I want to be seen like this?" He asks, frustrated. America looks up. England is sitting on the settee opposite him, with pink dusting his face. America's view is immediately drawn to the two folded ears on-top of his head, poking out of the blonde mass that is his hair, one is white and the other is a soft orange colour. His eyes travel down to the too-big t-shirt he's wearing 'it's hanging off one of his shoulders oh god-' to the tail that's resting by his thighs. It's fluffy and when the Brit's standing up, it's long enough to go down slightly past his knees. It's white with an orange tip. England clears his throat, and America's eyes shoot back up to his narrow face. "Stop staring at them, git..." He scolds America lightly, the blush on his face growing darker, and his tail flicking against the settee's leather, "Ehe, sorry England," America all but forgets about his embarrassment earlier upon seeing England's adorable appendages. "But you're just so cute!"
"Sh-shut up, you idiot! I'm not cute!" England shouts at him with read ears as America walks over to sit next to him.
"Oh, but Iggy! Look at these!" America whines. He reaches up and strokes behind England's kitty-ear. The shorter nation jolts and gasps shakily.
"A-A-America, stop that...!" He lightly scolds his ex-ward, leaning sharply away from the touch, now glowing red.
"Eh? Whats wrong Iggy?"
"J-just don't do that?"
"Why? What does it do?" He attempts to reach for the green-eyes nation's extra ears again, only to have his hand swatted away.
England sighs, "This," He suddenly lifts his hand and pulls Nantucket, that small piece of hair on America's hair that just won't stay down. America tenses and shudders, a dark blush appearing on his face as well. England removes his hand. "O-oh," The taller nation swallows, "Sorry..." A pregnant silence falls between the two before England clears his throat, "So, can I stay here until this goes away...?" He asks tensely. America looks up.
"Yeah, sure, Iggy,"
"Don't call me that," He yawns, "Can you show me to your spare room?" England asks. The taller American nods and walks upstairs, the Brit following him. After showing England to his spare room, and not waiting to see if he's asleep yet, America decides to call Japan. After all, England is a neko (America suddenly realised this whilst opening the door to his spare room and yelled out the word at the top of his voice, scaring the shit out of England.) and if anyone should know about nekos, it's Japan. He holds the phone to his ear.
"Hai?" He hears Japans voice through his phone.
"Japan, dude, its me! Look, I need your advice with something!" America all but shouts into the phone. There is a small pause before Japan answers.
"Oh? What is it, America?"
"England, well, he turned himself into a neko and now he doesn't know how to turn himself back..."
"A neko?! America, I must see England!" Japan said excitedly down the phone.
"I-uh...I don't think that's a very good idea, he's embarrassed about it as is..."
"Oh," He sounds dissappointed, "I understand."
"So, how do I turn him back and what will he do until then?"
"Well, he's half cat. So I suppose he'll be sleeping a lot more and enjoy contact,"
"Aha," America laughs sarcastically, "I don't think he enjoys contact any more than he did. I tried to scratch him behind the ears and it turned him on," America attempts to sound nonchalant, however he begins to blush and get a little excited himself upon remembering what happened a while earlier.
"Well, England's like that," Japan starts. "However, it in't common for male cats but, he might go into heat."
"Aha- wait what?"
"Heat. You know, America, when animals feel the need t-"
"Yeah, I know what it means, but England isn't a girl," America says blandly.
"Nor are our cats, but sometimes the male goes into heat, no?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Cats have very good senses as well, so he might experience that," Japan interrupts him
"Right...thanks, but how do I stop this?"America asks
Japan sighs on the other end of the phone, "Either to wait...or..."
"Or what, Japan..?"
"Have sex with him..." He whispers,
"What..?"
"To heal him you have to either wait, or have sex with him,"
"WHAT!? WHY?"
"I don't know! It just says that in the book!"
"You have a book on this st-? okay, whatever I don't care. You can't expect me to have sex with him,"
"I'm not," Japan replies on the phone, "I'm just saying its a last resort if he doesn't return back to normal within...three days. Maximum."
America sighs. He can't say he hasn't wanted that for a while. A long while. "Okay, okay. I'll try to get him back whatever it takes..." He hangs up the phone and walks upstairs to his spare room, the one England's sleeping in. He opens the door, and is not prepared for what he sees.
England is lying with the covers barely covering his bare knees. He's not wearing any trousers or pants, only his loose shirt which is now exposing a hell of a lot of his neck, and is thankfully covering all of his shameful parts. He's lying on his side, the leg underneath stretched out and the other is bent sideways and in front of it, making America scared to go around to his back. His tail is resting lazily by the Brit's legs and is twitching slightly, same with his folded ears. America becomes curious, he leans down and gently rubs England's folded ears.
'oh god...' The Brit's soft expression changes, his brows lift slightly and his eyelids twitch. His mouth opens slightly in a quiet hum, a light blush covers his face and oh dear god america hes aroused what did you do hes going to dirty the sheets now are you retarded why did you do that. Despite his thoughts, America continues softly rubbing England's ears. His blush darkens and he fidgets. "N-nyaah...!" He happens to squeak out, digging his face into the pillow and his expression is surprisingly wanton. The noise would've caused America to squeal, had he not made it out of this situation. Once the short blonde made the turned-on noise, however, America quickly pulls his hand back and walks to his own bedroom, a light pink on his face as well.
America wakes up groggily, the light in his windows telling him its sometime in-between morning and midday. -Its a weekend, who cares!- The young nation heavily lifts himself from his bed, pulling on some pajama bottoms as he did so, and slumps downstairs to find England lying sideways on the settee watching Doctor who in the clothes he was wearing last night, but has pulled on a pair of boxers as well. His head is resting on one arm and the other is hanging down off the edge of the settee. Both of his feet are pulled up towards his thighs and he looks, dare America even think it, cute. America silently walks behind the settee England's on, only to hear a soft and airy rumbling in the area. Focusing his ears a little more, he figures out that it's the sound of a cat's purr. England's purring. The taller nation silently chuckles to himself and decides to announce his arrival. "Enjoying yourself?" He asks in a light-hearted tone.
"Hmmh?" England replies tiredly, "Very much so, thank you..." Well, that was unexpected, America muses, England should've hit me, or at-least called me some obscure British insult. "Hey," He asks, "Are you feeling okay? Usually you'd hit me or somethin'..."
"I'm fine," The Brit replies. America notices that him tone isn't tired, just relaxed and light. America walks around to the front of the settee, kneeling down so now he's at eye-level with the now cat-eared Englishman. The shorter blonde's bright lime eyes lock onto his and they are as America expected, simply relaxed, and the rest of his expression shows that he's content. His ears are forward and the tail, America notices, is draped across his bare thighs, the nation's bright blue eyes shift back to peridot ones before he's caught staring. "Do you need anything...?" America asks and England shakes his head, gently swatting at America to move and allow him to continue to watch Doctor Who.
America stand up, getting out of England's way and walks to sit on the spare settee in the living room. Absent-mindedly listening to David Tennant say something about blinking, America's attention is turned to England and his purring. It isn't like when a cat purrs because they're hungry or playful, it's soft and more comforting than he expected. England suddenly shifts onto his back, stretching, his entire body taking up all of the sofa and his feet are off the edge of the arm-rest. The taller nation tries so very hard not to look at the way England's back curves in just the right way and how his tail rests between his legs and on his stomach and- "Do you wan't some milk?" America asks.
England looks at him in a funny way, "I'm not that much of a cat," He says, before America motions to his position on the sofa, "...Okay, well, maybe the extra appendages are going to my head..."
"So, do you want the milk or not..?" America asks once more.
A pregnant pause falls on the two.
"Yes please..."