AUTHOR'S NOTE- I do not own Hetalia or anything to do with it. Obviously if I did, I would have Spain wear a sombrero and a fake mustache all the time.

Lovino Vargas woke up with a loud yawn, eyes half open and chest sticking out. He frowned at the sunlight filtering in through a nearby window and his small brown cat ears flattened against chestnut colored hair. That light was such a pain in the mornings.

Wait a minute...cat ears? The nation slowly raised a hand up to the top of his head and almost screamed as he felt soft fur. What happened to him? Did this mean...? The boy looked under the bedsheets and almost couldn't comprehend what was awaiting. A long, fluffy brown cat tail was curled around the young nation's legs.

Slowly backing up, the Italian remembered that he was sharing the bed with The Boss. Glancing over at the sleeping Spaniard, the boy noted Antonio's ruffled hair and came to the conclusion that his master had been up late, probably worrying about different ports and other things his country needed. Holding his head in his hands, the angered Italian silently hissed, "Dammit! Ergg...I better hide from that'a stupid bastard before he goes pazzesco* over me!"

The country slowly and quietly as he could, pulled the covers off of himself and placed a bare foot on the wooden flooring. Unknown to the nation, his tail had brushed past Antonio's face and had slightly woken him. With half opened eyes, Spain frowned at his henchman and groaned, "Cinco más minutos*, Lovi." The neko widened his eyes after hearing the faint sound of Spain's voice, scrabbled off the quite destroyed bed, and dashed out the door, tail between his legs.

At this, the Spaniard was finally fully awake. Antonio let out a rather loud sigh, stretched his limbs a bit, and pulled himself up. Of course, the Spanish man wondered what his assistant was up to, so he slowly followed the other man. By this time, Romano was hidden among the many cans of food (and boxes of tomatoes) in Spain's pantry. He let out a soft whimper as he heard the Spaniard calling, "Lovi! Mi amigo, where are you?"

The small Italian tensed up as he heard approaching footsteps and instantly shrunk deeper back into the vast storeroom. He heard a creak as the pantry door opened and slowly shut. Lovino could barely make out his master's shape until he realized it was too late as the Spanish man carefully felt around him and happened to feel a quite fuzzy thing and quickly yanked on it.

Poor Lovi let out a yowl of pain and had almost made it to the door, but once again had his tail yanked and the Italian was pulled back to his keeper. Spain let out a loud sigh, flipped on the light switch, and held the apprentice in his arms as if he were just a crying child who needed comfort. The nation let out a loud arrangement of protests and struggled against the older's grip, but all attempts simply failed.

"Why are you throwing a fit, Lovi?" After a long silence, Antonio spun the nation around to face him and let out a gasp as he noticed his helper had sprouted a pair of feline's ears atop his head. "You...turned into a gato?" The Spaniard almost laughed himself to tears, the frowning Italian in his lap growing angrier with each burst of laughter.

"Shut up, you bastard!", howled Romano as he raised a fist to punch the other country. Spotting the Italian man ready to give him a blow, the Spaniard quit his mocking and grabbed hold of the other's wrist, gently pulling his fist down. "There is no need for violence, mi amigo. It's just something you don't see everyday."

There was a bit of silence after that as Romano finally rested the hand on his lap and immediately flung himself up as he realized he was sitting in Spain's lap. Letting out a soft chuckle, Antonio rubbed the younger behind his kitty ears and without realizing, the nation erupted into purrs.

He quickly shook his head back and forth, stopped the small noises from coming out of his mouth and swiftly turned on the older. The Italian leapt at his master with all his might and started to punch the other, but barely even left a bruise on him. "How'd you even get to be like that anyways, gato?"

Romano growled once again and simply said, "I have no idea, you bastard." Spain thought for a minute as Romano fell to the ground with a soft thud and laid there, mumbling curses. "I'll call Inglaterra* in a bit.", Antonio concluded as he pulled himself up and brushed himself off. "Whatever, dammit.", sighed the stubborn nation.

Yay! Finally finished my very first Hetalia Fanfic! As you could guess, I love Spamano and anything to do with it so that's why later on in this fic I might make em' lovers. I don't know yet, so don't get your hopes up. Also, I'm not even sure I'm going to continue it. Maybe if I get a few reviews and if everyone likes it I'll continue making some more. Anyways, thanks for reading and be sure to review, follow, and favorite!

Translation key things

Pazzesco (crazy in Italian)

Cinco más minutos (Five more minutes in Spanish)

Inglaterra (England in Spanish)

Gato (Cat in Spanish)