Aurthor's Note: While looking at Hetalia fanart on DeviantArt, I saw this adorable picture with England and Kitty!America. So, I became inspired to write this story.

Contains: Blushing!Arthur, Kitty!America, fluff, and cuteness!

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia or the fanart that inspired me to write this story.

Arthur's New Kitty

Arthur walked along the dirt road, the breath-taking countryside passing by. Arthur sighed as he walked up the last hill to his home. While brooding about how annoying and perverted Francis is, Arthur heard a faint "meow".

"A cat?" Arthur asked aloud, to no one in particular.

Arthur paused a bit, unsure if it was his imagination or reality. After a moment of absolute silence, Arthur decided to continue walking, but was stopped again when he heard another "meow". Sighing, Arthur looked around him. He was about to give up, altogether, but paused when he caught a glimpse of a bleach blonde tipped tail sticking out from under a bush.

Arthur gulped aloud as he crouched down to see the owner of the tail. As he looked into the bush, he saw a pair of azure eyes staring back at him. A louder "meow" escaped from the cat. Suddenly, the cat pounced onto Arthur. As Arthur screamed (and not like a girl mind you), the striped blonde cat began to purr as he snuggled closer to the British man.

Calming down, Arthur looked down at the cat. Arthur blushed a bit as he saw the cat smile and purr even louder. Arthur shook his head, trying to shake the former thought out of his head.

"That's nonsense," Arthur said. "Cats do not smile."

However, Arthur was proven wrong. The cat smiled at him as it climbed onto his shoulders. Arthur felt a bit uneasy, what if this cat was like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland.

Arthur felt a bit foolish, but it was worth a try. "You c-can't talk, can you?" He stuttered as he held his breath, hoping that the cat wouldn't start talking.

The cat looked at him, the purring ceasing, as he replied. "Meow."

Arthur sighed as the feeling of relief washed over him. "How silly of me!" Arthur laughed as he got up and brushed himself off. "Cats can't possibly talk!" Arthur then proceeded to remove the cat from his shoulders.

As he grabbed the cat, he felt claws dig through the material of his sweater vest and shirt. Arthur winced in pain and began to pet the cat in hopes of him retracting his claws. It worked, the cat began to purr once again and Arthur managed to pull him off his shoulders.

Holding the cat at arms length, Arthur was able to see the goofy smile that the cat had and the azure eyes staring at him lovingly. Arthur blushed a bit, feeling an imaginary sweat drop form and fall. He stared at the cat's red collar, a red and white striped flag serving the purpose of a name tag.

"He is too healthy to be a runaway..." Arthur thought as he stared down at the bleach blonde star on the cat's left hind leg. He looked back up, meeting the cat's eyes again. "Now who in his or her right mind would leave this cat out in the countryside, let alone near my home?"

The cat meowed again, a hint of boredom and irritation in it. Arthur pouted as he glared at the smiling cat. When he decided to put him down, Arthur heard the cat's stomach growl.

"…Meow!"

Arthur sighed as he held the cat in his arms, holding him firmly but gently enough to where he wouldn't start meowing.

When they got home, Arthur went straight into the kitchen. As he rummaged through the fridge, the cat jumped up on the counter and laid there, his tail swinging off the edge. Arthur poured some milk into a saucer and placed it in front of the cat, then returned to finding food for the animal.

After finding some salmon and cooking it, Arthur presented it to the cat. The cat blankly stared at the burnt fish, and then up at Arthur.

"What? Is it because of how I presented it to you?" Arthur asked grudgingly. "Well, excuse me for not being a flashy person like Francis!" Arthur stated through clenched teeth. An awkward silence fell between them as Arthur mentally kicked himself. "Why am I talking to a cat!? I am I really that lude?"

Arthur placed the fish near the cat as he walked away to clean the dishes. Arthur was lost in thought about trying to find the cat's owner, when it was interrupted by a coughing noise. "Great! Now he's choking…!" Arthur spun around, almost falling over due to the sudden action. He gazed upon the cat, who had returned to lapping up the milk. He looked at the fish, with a bite taken out of it, then at the…

Arthur hit his forehead with his palm. "He did not just cough that up, did he?" Arthur walked over the cat and stood with his hands on his hips. "So, you don't like my cooking either?" He demanded.

The cat looked up at him. "Meow."

Arthur snapped. "What's wrong with you and the rest of the world?" Arthur shouted. "It's not disgusting; it's delicious!" Arthur sighed as he calmed himself down.

He looked at the cat, almost stuttering as he met a pair of sad azure eyes. The cat looked pathetic and on the verge of tears, yet it was adorable. A blush reappeared on his face as he scratched the cat behind his ears.

"It's okay…" Arthur paused as he struggled to come up with what to call his new feline friend. The idea struck him and he blurted it out. "… America?"

The cat, which had begun to purr, let out a satisfied "meow".

"Right." Arthur said as he continued to pet his new cat. "Your name is America."

"Meow!"

Arthur laughed. "Maybe I'll just keep him. After all, someone did abandon him." Arthur smiled and America smiled back him. America jumped onto Arthur's shoulders, his tail ever so lightly brushing against Arthur's neck. Arthur sharply inhaled. "Although, this might take a bit of time to get used to." America nuzzled his head against Arthur's neck. Arthur scratched behind America's ear, earning a "meow" in response.

Please review, or Kitty!America will be sad. Also, in your review, tell me which characters that I should write about in the next story! Thank you!