What the Meow?

Summary: The G8 countries have been subjected to another one of England's crazy spells! Now, they're stuck in our world, as cats! But then again, when they're picked up by a black haired, glasses wearing, green eyed boy, they might have a better chance of surviving this chaos!

A/N: This does not follow the "Nekotalia" colourings. The G8's fur colours are based on their hair colours. This means that they are straight ONE colour. Also, country names used only. I would like to point out that I have never really owned a cat, only dogs, so some information here may be inaccurate.

To those wanting another chapter to A Donner un Cadeaux, there will not be one. My computer crashed and deleted the next chapter, and I'm too lazy to write it over again.

I started writing this after I saw a similar idea, but not quite the same.


Chapter 1: National Kittens

"Mon dieu! Briton! What did you do to us?" France shouted, shaking his blond, silky, fur-covered head.

"I didn't do a thing you bloody frog!" England shouted back, his dirty blond cat ears twitching.

"Zen why are we felines!"

"I... Er..."

"Dude! Not cool England! Man!" America swiped a tan coloured paw at England, causing the two to start fighting.

"Ve~ Stop fighting!" The auburn Italy screeched.

"I agree with Itari-san. Stoppu fighting" Japan agreed, his black tail flicking back and forth.

"Yes, yes. Stop fighting, da? Kolkolkol..." A purple aura engulfed the silver furred Russia. Too bad Russia's intimidating aura didn't stop the two.

"A-Ah... Um.. Stop?... Oh... Where's Mister Kumajiro?..." The honey coloured Canada asked, pawing around for his bear. He backed away from the light blond Germany, who was shaking in rage, and everyone but the two fighting knew to keep away from him.

"STOP!" Germany yowled out, his bright blue eyes darkening. America and England stopped, glared at each other, and stalked off to different sides of the box. "Vhy am I stuck vith... Vhat the..." Germany started, then listened. "Footsteps... Footsteps? Someone's coming!" The footsteps came closer, and they all looked up as drops of water hit them. The flaps were open, and they all saw a boy. Or at least what looked like a boy, as the pouring rain distorted their vision.

"Kitties!" The boy practically squealed.


"Ugh... why does school have to take so loooooooooooong! But! It's Summer Break! WOOHOO!" I shouted, throwing my fist up in the air. I'm sorry, let me introduce myself. I'm Gabriel Krasnov, I'm a proud Canadian, I live in Steinbach (1), and I'm 15 years old, I think. I stopped counting after I turned 10. Anyways, I have black hair, with awesome purple highlights. I also have two cowlicks, and they never go down. It's quite creepy actually. My eyes are bright green, and I wear glasses. I also might not be right mentally. Yep, I'm probably insane. I'm not going to describe what I'm wearing, you guys can make it up.

Right, back to what I was doing earlier. People took a moment to see who shouted, saw it was me, and continued on with what they were doing. A drop water hit me right on the nose, causing me to look up. "Aah! It's raining! I'll melt!" I pulled my jacket from my backpack, and threw it on, pulling the hood over my eyes. I started running, dodging pedestrians, while humming the ending song to Hetalia.


I forgot how long I was running for, and the rain had started coming down harder. I lived around fifteen minutes away from the school, and that's just running. I slowed to a walk a block or two from my apartment, now singing the song's lyrics, not humming anymore. "Marukaite Chikyuu! Boku wa Russia! Ah~..." I stopped singing near an alley that was right next to my apartment's building. I stared incredulously at a cardboard box, which seemed to be meowing. "I didn't know that boxes meowed..." I walked up to it, opening the flaps quickly. And don't get me wrong, I'm a guy, and I squealed at what was inside. "Kitties!" One of the cats, a light blond one, looked directly at me.

"Mreow? Meow. Nya!"

"Aww! You think you're people! I'm gonna take you home with me. I live right there!" I hoisted up the box, and pointed at the building to the right. "Let's get you..." I quickly counted the cats. "Eight? Yeah, eight, out of the rain!"


So, after walking up two flights of stairs, I had come to my apartment! I knocked on the door, shouting out, "Delivery! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!"

"Mreow?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm calling my roommate."

"ONE SECOND!" A voice shouted from inside. Half a minute later, the door opened to reveal my blond mop of roommate. He was dressed to leave, and there were two boxes in the hall.

"Oh yeah, you're moving back to your parents' house."

"Are you sure you wont be lonely?"

"Nah, I gots kitties now!" I giggled a manly giggle (more like schoolgirl), and ran past him. He closed the door, and followed after me.

"What are you going to name them?" He asked, watching me remove the eight kitties from their box.

"Well, I was going to name them after the G8 countries! You know, from history class? Isn't that an awesome idea?" Okay, I was a history geek. I blame Hetalia though.

"Yeah, sure." The doorbell rang- why hadn't I rung the doorbell?- and my roommate ran off to answer it.

"Who is it?"

"My dad! I'll be going now!" He picked up one box, and his dad picked up the other. I waved at them, as the left.

"Now. To name you kitties."


"Names! Ooh! Ooh! I wanna be called 'Hero'!" America shouted, bouncing on his paws.

"You git, why would you want to be called that?" England hissed.

"You first!" The boy picked up Italy, smiling. "Hmm... You remind me of Italy! So Italy it is! Perfect name!" Italy was quiet, as he returned to Germany's side.

"Ve~ Does he know who we are?"

"You next!" The boy picked up Canada, frightening him. "You can be Canada! 'Cause you remind me of Canada from Hetalia, with that weird curled hair! And, since I'm very patriotic, you are going to be a spoiled kitty."

"Huh? Does zis mean we're in Canada?" France asked confusedly, looking at England.

"I don't know." The boy picked up Russia next.

"You have an awesome fur colour. It reminds me of Russia. So, that's your name! Russia." The boy placed Russia in his lap, and pointed at France. "You can be France. And you-" He moved his finger to England. "-are England."

"How did he..." The boy looked at Germany.

"You are Germany, 'cause you remind me of a classic German. And the black kitty next to you is Japan. Now... The final kitty..." He stared at America. "I want to name you Hero for some reason. Huh. Too bad. You're America!"

"Is he a mind reader or something?" America shouted, his eyes wide.

"You are an idiot, da." Russia said from his spot on the boy's lap.

"Oh shut it, you pinko commie!"


"So... I have kittens named after the eight most powerful countries in the world."

"Meow..." They all collectively meowed. Coolio~.

"Anyways. I realized that I never introduced myself! I am Gabriel Krasnov!" I can swear that Russia just smirked at me. "Creepy. A-hem. I am 15... I think. And I am a proud CANADIAN! Woot!" I shouted the last part, and I think that Canada just had a miniature seizure. "Canada, are you 'aight?" He seemed to kitty nod at me, so I continued. "'Kay, you are currently in my apartment, which is in Steinbach, which is in Canada. That's all."

"Meow? Mreoooooow!" Germany- err.. cat spoke at me.

"Germany, I have the feeling that you are lecturing me."

"Reooow! Hisss! Mreew!" I nod dumbly at him.

"Right. Well, it's about..." I glance at the clock. The hour hands showed 10:30 PM. "Whoa. It's already that late? I could not have wasted that much time talking to kittens. Welp, food time! Then, sleep time!" I danced, yes danced, into the kitchen.

"Meow..." Italy meowed and pawed at my pant legs.

"Are you hungry, Italy?" He nodded at me. "Well, I have left over pasta, is that okay?" He started jumping around enthusiastically, beaming happiness.

"Meow! Meow!"

"Alright! Here!" I removed the left overs, and placed them on the ground. Italy was practically inhaling it. "Hey! Leave some for the others!" The other cats came into the kitchen, and plopped down next to Italy. They all seemed to sigh in defeat, and started to eat the pasta. I chuckled at them, and removed a large bowl from the cupboard. I filled it with water, and placed it next to the plate of pasta. "Here's some water. Now, I'm going to go to bed. Feel free to join me at any time!" I grinned and walked into the hall.

"Mreow?" A quiet meow came from below.

"Oh, hello Canada. Are you ready for bed?"

"Nya..." He nodded at me, and yawned. I smiled, and continued my way to my bedroom. I opened the door to my room, and stepped out of the way, allowing Canada to enter first. I flopped down onto my bed, mumbling good night to the kitty. I was out just moments later.


A/N: Tell me if I should continue or not! Ciao~