[AN] This is just a little plot bunny that attacked me on the way to school and kept on stamping on my head until i wrote it down so here it is "/ i hope you all like it disclaimer: do you really think i own it ... really pfft

It was early morning at the Spanish hotel the nations were staying at. Each balcony separated by huge windows which took up the whole of one wall and were covered by thin curtains, serving only to block out the slight breeze. The digital clock on the table showed it was just past 3 in the morning, the glowing green numbers casting and eerie light over the sleeping face next to it. The man asleep in the bed, dirty blond hair a mess sticking up all over the place, mouth slightly open and yet totally peaceful. He mumbled and rolled over hair flopping into his face and arm falling off the edge of the bed. A small blue fairy flew around his head and gently moved the hair away from his eyes, another green fairy joined her and three more helped lift his arm back onto the bed and tucked it under the covers. The blue fairy sat down next to England s neck one hand resting on his jaw line, she closed her eyes and leaned against him.

'Anna remember why we re here' the green fairly said tapping the blue one on the shoulder, her little bell like voice nearly not there. Anna jumped and stood up guiltily, the green fairy sighed and looked sadly at Anna.

'I know Vicky I know' she replied and walked over his pillow leaving tiny indents in the material, she knelt down so she was in front of his face. She sighed and placed her hands on either side of his temple, closing her eyes she breathed out and removed her hands. Where her hands had been there were two tiny hand prints which seemed to glow blue then vanished. 'Done' Anna said smiling a little sadly 'this should work unless they are both to stubborn' Vicky smiled.

'Well done Anna, you know that this ll make him happy don't you' she said and took off leaving through the window. Anna took one last look at England.

'Good night Arthur' she said and followed the others, tiny tear tracks running down her face.

A gap in the curtains let a thin strip of sunlight into the room, landing just across England s face. The clock now read just before 9 in the morning numbers no longer glowing. He grumbled and threw and arm over his face, when this proved futile against the persistent sunlight, he threw himself out of bed and stood up. Stretching his arms above his head and arching his back he yawned widely. His back clicked loudly in the silence of the room and he winced. Letting his arms down he sighed and ran his hand threw his hair, frowning when he felt a knot. He shuffled towards the bathroom, stifling another yawn and grabbing a loose t-shirt from the end of the bed. He threw the t-shirt on quickly and sighed, rubbing one eye with his knuckle he reached for the light switch. *click* He screwed his eyes shut against the bright lights of the bathroom. Blinking rapidly until his eyes became accustomed to the glare from the tiles.

'dammit what fool decided white was a good colour for bathrooms' he muttered as the reflected light shone back into his eyes. His near permanent frown increased something didn't feel right but England just put it down to not having had his morning cup of tea yet. He turned on the tap and let it run until it was lukewarm, splashing it over his face a few times. He reached over and grabbed a towel pressing it to his face drying it quickly. For the first time that day he looked into the mirror.

His forest green eyes stared back at him, widening when he saw his reflection. His reflection was the same as any other day. Dirty blond hair sticking up at odd angles, bushy eyebrows arched the ever present frown line between them, mouth set in a thin line. The only thing that was different was the small sandy coloured cat ears sticking out of his hair a little higher than where his normal ears should have been. He watched mesmerised as he raised his hand to his hair and touched them with his fingertips. He quickly withdrew his hand and watched as they swivelled towards the noise of birds outside. 'What the hell' he muttered and turned around so he could lean on the sink. He gingerly raised his hand to the ears, no his ears, again; they felt like normal cat ears a little bigger and softer perhaps but the same.

He closed his eyes and listened he could hear Russia snoring in the room next door, the gentle sound of China sleeping was mixed in. He could also hear the sound of a street cleaner on the road below. Opening his eyes he frowned and clicked his fingers, it sounded unusually loud to him.

'So i can hear better' he muttered 'it doesn't seem as if anything else has changed' he bit his lip in agitation. Who would do this? No that was the wrong question as most of the nations would. The question was who had the magical power to do this. It occurred to him that he was being remarkably calm about this but as soon as he began to get worked up, something brushed his side causing him to jump. He looked down quickly ready to hit whatever it was if needs be and saw a sandy coloured tail flicking backwards and forwards.

'No, no, no, please no' he breathed twisting so he could see his back in the mirror. His eyes widened and he cursed loudly. The tail was neatly connected to his lower back and was the same sandy colour as the ears. He looked at it for a while, frozen in a state of shock.

'WHAT THE HELL!'

hehe there is quite a bit more of this story but I ll only type it up if i know people will read it so please review it only takes a minute oh and I ll give you a kitty Arthur plushy :D so please let me know what you think ^_^