Yo! I decided to treat you guys to a little thanksgiving story! Don't worry, it's fairly short and will NOT take long to update.

Junior year has been a bitch these past few months but don't worry; I NEVER abandon stories. I may lose interest for a few months but I'll finish them sooner or later; you just have to be patient.

Anyway without further ado; let us begin!

Chapter 1

Arthur sighed as he watched the city of Edinburgh, Scotland go by from the open carriage. The sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear; a beautiful day for a carriage ride through town. Arthur's cat, Britain purred as he curled up against his owner. Britain was a Scottish Fold cat with white fur, green eyes, and two large brown spots; one on his back and another on his left eye.

A smaller meow snapped Arthur out of his trance as a small light brown kitten with brown eyes and a pink ribbon around her neck climbed onto his lap. You see, Britain was the father of three small kittens; this one was called Wy. She was the youngest of the litter and the only female.

Arthur smiled as he picked up the small kitten and nuzzled her small head against his cheek, "Wy, you're going to be a beautiful cat one day, don't you agree Britain?" Arthur asked as he fluffed the small pink flower on the kittens left ear. Britain purred and meowed in agreement when their attention was drawn to the opposite seat of the carriage where Arthur's Uncle Scott sat.

An ashy blonde kitten with blue eyes and a bright blue ribbon jumped on the man's lap and began pawing at his plaid tie; this little one was named Sealand, the oldest of the litter. Arthur could tell his uncle wasn't exactly in a good mood as usual; Scott was very tall and quite muscular with bright red hair and a light Scottish accent. "Sealand, stop that," Arthur said firmly.

The kitten looked annoyed, but obliged and jumped up to where the coach, Kiku was sitting and sat next to him. The Japanese man smiled at the small kitten as a green-eyed chocolate brown kitten with a green ribbon carefully jumped onto the horse's back, a tan mare named Belgium or Bella, and sat down to enjoy the rest of the ride.

This kitten was the middle child whose name was Seborga. These four cats were very special to Arthur; Britain had been Arthur's cat since he was a kitten and the two had grown quite close. Arthur was an only child; his mother died when he was only two, and his father was a scientist who was constantly working to complete his research, so Britain had become a constant comfort to him. His father had to travel to India to do more of his research, so Arthur and his cats were to stay with Scott until he was done until he could bring them home to England.

Two years had passed since then and the kittens came into the world during that period (though the mother was unknown). Arthur didn't mind living with his uncle, but he really wanted to go home more than anything. Scott wasn't bad per se, but he wasn't a very pleasant person. He didn't hate Arthur or his cats but if he did he didn't show it. He's just always been a very dislikable person because of all the success his brother had recently. Despite being older, Arthur's father had always had the better end of the stick. He viewed Arthur as he did his brother; he didn't hate him, but he sure as hell wouldn't mind if he was gone.

Kiku gently pulled the reins and Belgium slowed the carriage to a stop in front of Scott's enormous mansion. Arthur placed Wy on the ground as she followed Britain out of the carriage. Sealand and Seborga managed to safely jump off the coach as Arthur and Scott got off the carriage. Arthur reached into his pocket and pulled out a few sugar lumps to give to Bella. The horse ate them gratefully and Arthur carefully straightened the bright green bow fastened on her flowing blonde mane while Britain found Sealand and Seborga playing a small game of chase underneath the horse.

The two kittens ran up to their father and headed towards the house, "Hold on Seborga," Britain called, causing the kitten to stop, "Aren't you forgetting something?" Britain asked.

Seborga paused before realizing and turned to the horse, "Thank you for letting me ride on your back Ms. Belgium," the kitten said politely with his slight Italian accent.

Belgium smiled, "You're very welcome Seborga," she responded.

"Was that good Papa?" Seborga asked, smiling with pride.

"Yes, very good lad," Britain answered smiling.

"Britain! Kittens! Come inside!" Arthur called from the door and Seborga made a beeline for the house.

"Wy, Sealand, come along!" Britain called and the two kittens followed Seborga into the house with Britain close behind while Kiku led Bella back to the stable near the house. As you might have guessed, Scott's house was quite grand. Arthur's was as well since his family has been considerably wealthy for generations.

Scott and Arthur went to their rooms to get out of their outdoor attire while Britain led his children into the living room. "Alright you three, you can play but be careful not to make a mess," Britain said.

"Yes Papa," Wy chirped,

"Okay Papa," Seborga said. Sealand responded by tackling his brother, "Better watch out, 'cause Sealand the alley cat is going to show you his awesomeness!" the kitten said before hissing and arching his back causing his fur to stick up.

Britain chuckled and jumped onto the couch; he curled up and watched the three kittens run and chase each other around the room. Even though Britain was raising them to be proper ladies and gentlemen, he still allowed them to play; he had his share of playing as a kitten and he turned out alright.

After about half an hour, Arthur was just coming down the large staircase to find his cats when there was a knock on the large front door, "Special delivery for Arthur Kirkland from the hero himself!" a familiar America voice called.

Arthur smirked and rolled his eyes, "Come in Alfred!" he responded.

The door opened and in walked a tall blonde man with bright blue eyes and glasses. He wore a brown trench coat and cap with brown pants and brown laced boots with a large leather bag across his shoulder. Alfred Jones was a good friend of Arthur's. Alfred was the first person to open up to Arthur when he first came to live with his uncle. Alfred was quite poor and lived alone, barely getting by with his job as a mailman; but Alfred didn't complain. Arthur had to admit that Alfred could be quite annoying to the point of wanting to strangle him, but he was good hearted and always did his best to help others.

Alfred fished through his mailbag and pulled out a letter, "It's from your old man's lawyer; that Roderich guy or whatever," Alfred said as Arthur took the letter and frowned, "From Roderich? I hope nothing's happened to father," Arthur said quietly.

The three kittens spotted the familiar guest and ran towards him meowing happily. Alfred smiled and knelt down as they pawed playfully at his boot laces, "Hey micro-cats! What's up?" he said as he tapped them away from his feet so he could pet them, "Hello to you too, Britain," Alfred said spotting the adult cat coming towards him.

The Scottish Fold meowed in response and Alfred gave him a gentle rub behind the ears causing the cat to purr. Arthur smiled as he watched Alfred play with the kittens; Alfred came by every day so the cats had grown to love him as much as they loved Arthur. "Wy, Sealand, and Seborga have really grown attached to you," Arthur said as he knelt down with Alfred and petted Sealand's head.

Alfred rubbed the back of his head, "Well, I guess I have a thing for cats; I actually have a cat myself." He replied.

Arthur's eyes widened slightly in surprise, "Really? Well, maybe one day you should bring him with you; I'm sure Britain and the kittens wouldn't mind a new playmate," he suggested, but Alfred snorted, "My cat? No way; he's a wanderer. He only comes back at night from God knows where; he's kind of a loner." He explained.

Arthur smirked, "I'm sure your cat is just as annoying as you are,"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Alfred asked, frowning. At that moment, Wy licked Arthur's hand with her sandy tongue causing Arthur to jump in surprise and drop the letter.

"Here, let me get that," Alfred said reaching for it just as Arthur said, "No, I've got it," Arthur placed his hand on the letter just as Alfred did causing their hands to touch and their heads snapped up. Green met blue as the two men stared silently at each other, the kittens looking curiously at them.

Eventually Arthur came to his senses and yanked his hand back, "S-sorry," he muttered, a light shade of pink dusting his cheeks. He hadn't realized how soft Alfred's hands were…Arthur mentally slapped himself; he was just thinking from the shock.

Alfred coughed awkwardly before he picked up the letter and pulled his cap down hoping to hide the pink in his cheeks as well, "I-its fine; here," he muttered handing him the letter.

Arthur took it and the two got to their feet, "I better get going; everyone'll be wondering where their mail is." Alfred said.

Arthur nodded, "Yes uh…I'll see you tomorrow," he said quickly.

"See ya, micro-cats," Alfred said to the kittens and went out the door.

Arthur stared at the door and sighed, "Get a hold of yourself Arthur!" He hissed to himself, "He's just a friend; you don't feel anything towards him!" Britain rubbed against his legs hoping to calm him down; Arthur smiled and petted the cat. He looked at the letter in his hands before opening it revealing the hand-written message; Arthur read it slowly:

Dear Arthur,

I hope you have been well at your Uncle's house and have been living happily. We don't want to cause alarm, but it appears that your father's health has been deteriorating at a fast rate. We are not sure what is wrong, but the doctors say that he doesn't have much time left. I am very sorry and please accept my condolences in advance.

As you probably know, your father has created a will stating what will happen to his money and possessions should he pass away. I have this will and I will come to the house tomorrow to discuss it with you and your uncle. You are to stay in your uncle's house for one more year. Once you turn eighteen, you will be eligible to return home and live on your own. I shall see you very soon.

Sincerely,

Roderich Edelstein

Arthur's eyes widened as he reread the letter in shock. Father was…dying? It couldn't be true! Britain meowed as if to ask what was wrong as tears began to come to his owner's eyes. Scott walked in a noticed his nephew standing by the door and realized his shoulders were shaking.

"What's wrong?" he asked, walking over to him. Arthur simply responded by handing him the letter and running upstairs to his room with Britain and the kittens trailing behind. Scott scanned the letter in disbelief; so his brother had finally paid the price for all the useless research he had been doing. He was curious about this 'will' that Roderich spoke of; his brother never told him about it before. He guessed that all his brother's possessions would be split between him and Arthur. Scott pocketed the letter and walked into the living room where he lit his pipe; he was just going to have to wait until tomorrow to see what would happen.

Meanwhile, Britain and the kittens found Arthur face down on his bed, his shoulders jerking from silent sobs. "What's wrong with Arthur, Papa?" Seborga asked.

"He's…just having a bad day," Britain answered, "We have to be gentle with him right now," Britain quietly went up the bed and hopped on. He gently rubbed his head against Arthur's and the boy slowly lifted his head to meet his cats green eyes. Britain had never seen such sorrow and pain in his owner's eyes.

Arthur wiped his tears away, "I'm sorry Britain…" he murmured, his bangs hiding his red rimmed eyes, "It's just…I can't believe he's going to die…" Britain curled up next to him and mewed toward the edge of the bed calling the kittens.

The three tiny cats climbed up onto the bed and began to rub against Arthur and purr. The gesture brought a small smile to Arthur's face as he hugged the four cats, "What would I do without you?" he asked softly. The thought of his beloved cats being with him through these hard times comforted him immensely and the pain of his father slightly subsided.

Scott entered his room shortly after to find Arthur sound asleep with his cats curled up against him like little balls of fluff.

Sooo...the opening's kind of a downer.

The micro-nations are the kittens! Yay! Wy and Seborga are only in the comic so look them up if you don't know them. And before you ask, no. Kiku is not Edgar, he only appears twice in this whole fic. You'll figure out who he is later on.

I decided to try to give the humans more screen time than in the movie. Oh, and if you're confused human names=human and country names=animal. Kinda makes sense right? Remember this is a PARODY of the movie so don't expect everything to be exactly like the movie like some of those other fics I've read.

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