Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. Or Nekotalia.
Author's note on the bottom...
Lovino was unhappy. Although some would argue there were very few times that Lovino could be considered "happy". He however disagreed. There were plenty of things he could think about that made him quite content. Bucket full of tomatoes. A well made suit. A pretty girl.
However at that moment, one of those things that didn't make him happy was a certain idiot by the name of Antonio. He could have done without the other man's insistent poking. And most importantly as he was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, he could have done without the cat that Antonio had left him. A little cat by the name of Spain.
At that very moment the only thing Lovino could figure the cat wanted to "help" by making a mess in his formally clean kitchen. There was flour everywhere, including on the cat and pieces of what had been the container to hold the flour lay across the floor.
Spain liked to think he was helping quite often. He'd jump on the counter and knock over anything and everything. He'd sit on the keyboard of Lovino's computer as he was trying to finish writing something. Or there was the ever helpful reading by cat-mosis. The process of trying to read a book through a cat.
And yet all the while Lovino was annoyed, Spain thought he was doing such a great job. He was happy when he was given a new home by the strange man that talked too much. He thought Lovino was perfect. It wasn't that Antonio wasn't a nice person or that little Romano cat was wasn't the cutest thing ever, he just thought that he belonged with Lovino.
And to show that he wanted to be there, he tried to be as helpful as he possibly could. He was trying to help make breakfast. And there were a few typos in that document that Lovino was writing. And that book that Lovino was reading wasn't a very good one and there was a much better one that was doing nothing but collecting dust on the shelf.
Even if Lovino became annoyed with Spain, the cat knew that he wasn't going anywhere.
So when Lovino came home one evening after what had to of been a miserable day, Spain knew exactly what to do. He waited for Lovino to change out of the wet and muddy clothes that were that way for whatever reason, Spain couldn't figure it out.
He waited for Lovino to make himself a bowl of pasta with wine and watched him quietly eat the whole thing. Muttering something about "Damn bastards…" the entire time. Whoever they were. Spain didn't know who would be named that either.
He waited for Lovino to crawl into his oversized bed propped up by several pillows and a mostly forgotten book sitting next to him. Spain figured the book was too boring anyway.
And then right before it looked like Lovino was going to start leaking from his eyes, that was when Spain carefully moved up next to his favorite human, quietly meowed and rubbed his head under Lovino's chin.
All Lovino had to do was place his hand on Spain's back to start the purr motor. Even if Spain wasn't the best at helping with cooking, writing or reading, there was one thing that only he could do. It was being there for the one most important to him.
Author's note: So I'm totally not dead. But I'm not really back either. This is just my random "thank you" for everyone that still follows/favorites my little Nekotalia stories. It really means a lot to me~
I've been so busy with work. And before someone asks "for almost two years?" Yes... between my three-ish sorts of jobs, I have no life. And when I do, I watch anime. Or play video games. Or stare into oblivion. You know, the other important stuff.
So thank you all again for sticking with me.