It was 1773. Arthur's colony, otherwise known as Alfred, sat on the couch as he went over plans to expand to the East. Strategies and territorial plans spread across the coffee table. Nothing was organized. Nothing had a place. Iggycat was lying on the pet bed that was shared with the younger kitten. Alfred would occasionally glace towards the sleeping form, admiring how cute Iggycat really was. With a dainty paw over his face as he spread across the bed, Iggycat was the definition of adorable. Arthur was making- rather burning- dinner for the colony and himself. The long and stressful day caused a bleak and depressed mood to shift throughout the house. Americat, owned by Alfred, was nowhere to be found.
"Alfred! Dinner is ready!" The older nation called. It did not take very long for Alfred to situate himself in front of the meal, the same meal he would tell Arthur was "delicious" and that he is "the best cook in the world!" Of course, this was all a lie. He never truly loved his older brother's cooking. This was the moment that he wished he had chosen Francis and the gorgeous meal that was presented to the starving boy. Nonetheless, he did what he could to make Arthur happy.
Sitting down, Arthur began to eat the meal with his brother and things became a lot better within the household. The mood changed to happiness and was filled with energy. The two boys enjoyed each other's company and nothing could ruin the mood. That was, until Americat entered the room.
Now, cats owned by nations tended to overreact to many things. Even so, Americat and Iggycat's actions filled the hearts of Alfred and Arthur with nothing but pure horror. Americat strutted from the bedroom and gracefully darted towards Iggycat. A loud meow could be heard from the kitten towards the elder. Then a hiss here, a clawed swat there, and a brawl had begun between the two cats. Iggycat bit at Americat's ear, to which Americat returned the favor with a clawed swat at Iggycat's face. Then, Iggycat had bitten the front leg of Americat, hoping to end it there. Unfortunately, that fueled the other with more rage than what he had entered with. Americat scratched the chest of Iggycat, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. It was horrifying to Alfred and Arthur. Neither had seen anything like it.
The brawl was ended by Alfred and Arthur grabbing their respected cats and pulling them from each other before any more damage could be dealt. Neither cat did well with this fight. Both cats had their fair share of drawn blood and injuries, but if a winner had to be chosen, it would be Americat. The two nations looked at each other. Both had thoughts of what they should expect with the following years. After all, cats owned by nations showed their owners the future stability of the country as well as future relationships with other countries. As of now, the brothers did not like the thought of fighting this badly. It almost looked like war was declared.