Alfred flinched harshly as he heard a terrible crash downstairs in his living room. He stops working on his project as he listens for many footsteps running to him. He watches the door closely, heart beat faster.
"This is odd," he whispers to himself as he heard only two soft sets of footstep and some light cursing. No one had slam open his door like always when they were angered. "Normally about half of my kids would have stormed in here raising hell about their siblings. Something is up."
As he stood up to look at his door, a tiny knock softly sounded in his office. He swallows hoping nothing bad happen in the living room. Opening the door he came face to face with D.C and P.R both looking worried, tears running down their rosey cheeks. D.C pushed his blonde bangs out of his seafoam green eyes that made his tiny curl bobbed with the movement of his head. P.R's cold, dark brown eye water with tears as he curse in Spanish.
"Yo les dije que no comieras las malditas galletas. ¿Escucharon? ¡No!" he swears as his short, brown hair fell into his face.
"Hang on little guys," Alfred bent down and wipe their tears away with his rough hands. "What's the problem?"
"They ate all the cookies from England, and now they are cats!" D.C cries as he hugs Alfred's neck. He starts to hiccup as P.R fell on the wooden floor screaming for his older sister Dia.
"Wait, what!" Alfred shook his head. "Didn't they learn not to eat anything Iggy makes? Come you two, let's see how much trouble your siblings are in."
They nod their heads as they shuffle after their father. P.R mumbled under his breath as they enter the living to hell. Some of Arthur's vases were shattered on the floor as a orange and white Scottish fold cat hisses at a small Ocicat cat. Their fur stood on edge as blue Russian cat watches from the sidelines meowing softly. There were cats everywhere in the living room as Alfred sighed as he picked up his phone called his brother, Matthew.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRing, RRRRRRRRRRRRing, Ring!
"Yes?" a soft voice quietly whisper in Alfred's ear.
"Bro, we have have a problem." Alfred winces as another vase was knock off a shelf by s black and white cat. "My children are cats."
"What did you do to piss Arthur off this time," Matthew yawns into the phone and Alfred pushes sands cat off the couch to sit down.
"I have no idea, but as Puerto Rico has told me," a Alfred pauses to notice that all the cats were watching him. "They ate some cookies that did this to them."
There was a pause before he got answer. "Ask all the nations to watch the states as cats. Then you and me can look for a potion to fix this problem."
"Sounds good to me! I'll text the other to tell them they are watching my pets for a month, or so while we fix this."
"Well, I'm going back to bed." There was a click before Alfred put down his cell.
"Guess what kiddos, you get to spend some time with your fathers!" Alfred watches as all the cats' fur raise up as their eyes glare at him.
Voices of the cats raise as they ran away from Alfred as he start to gather them up as their tail whisk with hatred. Only this time will he let other nation see their old colonies as he help Matthew with the antidote for his children. He will never let his kids get hurt ever again.
Translate (Google translate):
Yo les dije que no comieras las malditas galletas. ¿Escucharon?¡No! =I told them not to eat the fucking cookies. Did they listen? No!
This is one of my old stories. I hope you enjoy this I'll update later.