Chapter 1

England walked into his dark room of spells and magic. His black cloak dragged at his feet, and he closed the door to the room behind him. He walked over to his desk and to his precious spell book. He flipped a few pages to the spell he needed and once he found it, a small smirk on his face turned into a menacing looking grin.

"Here we go. America, France, you will pay. I'll turn you both into cats!" England laughed. He was already imagining how ridiculous they would look as cats. He looked down to the page again. He read the words perfectly and took the book with him as he walked to the center of the room where his circle of black magic sat.

He began to mutter magic words until small light began to escape the circle. The light grew larger and began to fill the empty dark room. England laughed loudly as sparks flew-wait, sparks?

That signified that the spell was failing! "What the bloody hell is going on?!" he cried.

Suddenly, a bright stream of light flew up from the circle making England scream in terror. It suddenly exploded and flew in all different directions, hitting him. England flew to the floor. He looked at the black magic circle once more before he finally passed out.

A failed spell is a dangerous spell….

~Meanwhile~

"AH! NO! MY GRNDCHILDREN HAVE BEEN TURNED INTO CATS! ALL THE COUNTIRES HAVE BEEN TURNED INTO CATS!-"

"Rome…."

"WHAT DO WE DO?! MY POOR ITALIES!"

"ROME…."

"NO! NO! WE NEED TO DO SOMETH-"

"ROME!"

"WHAT?!"

"We're dead, remember? What can we do? It's England's fault anyway. He should fix it."

"How could he, Germania?! He's a cat!" Rome deadpanned.

Germania let out a long sigh of inner pain, "They're all cats. England will have to figure it out somehow. If he can't, we'll try." He turned away.

"Fine." Rome grumbled.

~Meanwhile~

England opened his eyes. Ugh, how long was he out? An hour? He stood up and shook.

Huh? He felt shorter. Much shorter.

He looked around. He definitely shrank. He tried to move his arms, but instead he saw….PAWS?!

THE SPELL. OH NO!

"Bloody hell!" he cried. He turned to a long mirror that sat on the floor in the room and gasped.

"I-I'm a kitty cat!" he cried. Sure enough, he was a white cat with orange splotches wearing a green color with a small yellow ball hanging off it.

Oh my god. Did this happen to the others too?! The spell did burst off into different directions, and it was aimed at America and France. However, he meant for it to go the way of the US and France, not all over….THE WORLD.

"I have to contact some of the countries." He said determined. He stopped running for a moment. How? How was he supposed to contact them? He's a damn cat! Letting out a long sigh he went back to his black magic circle. Would it still work even though he's a cat? He needed to try. Before he could try anything, the room began to fade away. He felt himself begin to pass out again, and everything went black.

~Meanwhile~

"Ancient Greece what the hell are you doing?!" Rome cried.

"I looked. There's no way to reverse this spell. There's actually only one way, but none of them would never do it unless they did it without knowing." She explained.

"….Huh? I'm confused?" Rome raised an eyebrow.

"What else is new?" Germania sighed. Rome frowned.

"Enough you two," Ancient Greece snarled, "The only way this spell is to be reversed is sick. They all have to die."

"WHAT?!" the other two shrieked. Ancient Greece rose a hand to silence them.
"Yes it's true. Ancient Egypt and I figured it out not to long ago. To be countries again, they must die as cats. Once their all dead as cats they will become countries again."

"That's insane!"

"I know, but it's true. They'll have to figure it out themselves though. That's why I said none of them would ever do it, considering they'd have to kill each other. I have a plan anyway."

"Oh boy." Germania put a hand to his head and stepped away, "I don't know if I want in on this."

Ancient Greece shot a look at him, "You should get in on this if you want to make sure your son's are ok."

His eyes widened. He sighed with defeat and walked back over, "I'm in."

"I'll do anything to protect my Italies!" Rome cheered. The other two nodded. "Now, here's my plan." Ancient Greece began….

~Meanwhile~

England's eyes opened again. He passed out again? He stood up on his small white legs and shook his fur. He sat up and looked around. His eyes widened. Where the hell was he?

A forest?

He was sitting in the middle of a forest! He trembled all over. How'd he get here?! He had to reverse this spell! But how could he?! He was miles away from home, and he was a cat! What now?

"I..Iggy..?"

England made a sharp turn and his green eyes widened. He stared at the fat-looking cat that lay beside him, as it struggled to stand.

Did it just call me Iggy? But the only person who calls me that is….OH NO.

The cat stood up and yawned. It shook it's fluffy fur and sat down, tail rapped around it's legs.

"Is that you England?"

"AMERICA!" England hissed with fear and surprise. He stared at the tall, fluffy cat, who in return looked at him with a puzzled gaze, "What's wrong?"

"WE'RE CATS YOU TWIT!"

"Oh yeah! Cool right?" America mrrowwed laughter. England sheathed his claws and raked them across the ground in anger. Wait, America had also been turned into a cat. That was what he wanted. Then France should be around here too. But….what if other countries were here somewhere too? He had to find out somehow.

"America, you're not at all freaked out by this?" he questioned the happy looking cat.

"Not at all! I knew you did it cause who else could do something like this?"

"Uh, Romania or Norway?"

"Oh yeah right. Anyway, I knew it must've been you, but you could fix it right?"

"Um, well…." Before he could answer, a loud screech came from above:

"HELP!HELP BIG BROTHER!"

They both looked up to see a fluffy white cat shivering in a tree. "Help big brother! Black sheep is that you?"

"FROG?!"

"It is you! Get me down from here! You too fatso!" he nodded to America

"HEY! IT'S JUST FLUFFY FUR!"

"Enough!" England snarled, "France just jump."

"Non!"

"You're a cat. You'll land on your feet."

"And the whole cat thing is your fault I'm sure! Fine I'll jump." He gazed at the ground and gulped. Hissing with fear he jumped from the tree and landed on his feet. He stood there shaking, his white fluffy fur all bristled from the wind. America just lay on the floor laughing as England snickered.

"NAHAHAHA!"

"Heh heh, show's you frog."

"Shut up! This is your fault Angleterre! Change us back right n-"

Suddenly, there was a loud rustle in the bushes next to them. They turned wide eyed at the bushes. America stepped in front of both of them and hissed. He bunched up his already fluffy fur and sheathed his claws. "I'll protect you guys! Even though I'm a cat, I'm still a hero!"

Oh wonderful. England rolled his eyes. He hunched his back and sheathed his claws ready to defend himself, while France whimpered on the floor like a tiny kitten.

"Hey, who's there?!" a loud, deep yowl rose from the bushes. England recognized that deep voice anywhere. He and America relaxed and England stepped in front of America, "Germany?"

Sure enough, a dark grey cat stepped through the bushes, followed by a white cat with a long, bloody scratch rushing down it's right eye. England and the other's eyes widened at the two cats. They had German flag colored ribbons around their necks, however the one around the white cat's neck, the tips of the ribbon were torn a little.

"Germany you too?! Who's that?" England cried.

"It's me, morons! Don't you recognize awesomeness even when it's in cat-form?!" Prussia howled. He shook a little, the scratch creasing his right eye throbbing.

"You ok dude?" America asked trotting to the white Prussian cat.

"Unfortunately no. His "awesomeness" found a fox to fight and took that opportunity." Germany snarled.

"Hey! That fox was out to get me! He licked his chops and almost went for my tail," Prussia explained, "then it tried to attack me and so I whipped around and scratched it's cheek. It wailed and then it countered and attacked my eye! Then it ran away like a coward. Heh heh, I'm so awesome!-ow!" he shook and more blood escaped his wound.

"Ja," Germany growled, "You're amazing."
Germany turned to the others, "England what did you do? Why are we all cats?"

"Why does everyone think it was me?!" he hissed.

"It's obvious that's why. You have the magic skills to do this, so why are we all cats? Explain NOW. And hurry up. I want to find some kind of way to heal my bruder's wound."

England shivered. "I-I-I don't…."

"VEE~!"

"ITALY?!" They shouted. The loud earsplitting wail came from down the road. The hurriedly ran down the road, Prussia tripping a few times because of his wound. Germany helped him up and they continued to run down the grass covered earth. Seriously, why were they in a forest?!

They stopped short when they arrived at a tar road. In the middle of the black street were three cats, mewing wildly.

"I….Italy?" Germany stammered.

"Ve~? Ve~! Germany! Look, everyone! Germany's here!" Italy dashed from the middle of the road next to the dark grey cat who in return blushed.

"Get away from that potato bastard immediately! Or I'll scratch him!" the familiar growl of Romano sounded.

"Roma, calm down!"

"SPAIN!" Prussia cried, "You're a cat too?!"

"Si! Mi amigo, what happened to your eye?!"

"Everyone be quiet!" Germany howled. Everyone silenced.

"Calm down Germany. You could attract dogs. Remember we all mew now, not talk. We just understand each other through meowing not talking." England lashed his tail angrily.

Germany turned and sat himself down, rapping his dark grey tail around his legs. "Please England, EXPLAIN why were cats, and why the hell were in a forest." His blue eyes glared at him with anger and determination.

"Yes, Angletrre. EXPLAIN." France snarled. England shivered. Everyone was giving him glares and questioning looks. He felt like he should just scratch their eyes out and run, but that wouldn't be very dignified would it?

England sighed and explained everything. Everyone's eyes widened and Italy let out a gasp of pure fear.

"Great. Angletrre is there a cure?" France growled.

"I-I don't know." England stammered. Everyone snarled at him, outraged.

"I don't even know how we got in a forest! That's beyond me!" he pointed out.

"Yeah good point." America mewed, "When I was first transformed into a cat, I woke up in my house then passed out again. Someone brought us here."

"That happened to me too." England meowed.

"Me too." The others agreed.

"Go to the center of the forest. All shall be explained."

They all froze. "Who said that?" England asked.

"Not me," they all answered. They were right. It didn't sound like any of them at all. It actually sounded like a female.

"Go to the center of the forest. All shall be explained."

There it was again.

"Who is that?" America twitched his ear, "And why do they want us to go to the center of the forest?"

"I don't know," Germany meowed, "I think we should listen to the voice. Maybe it's spirit here to aid us."

"You're crazy west."

"To the left and up. You'll find the middle of the forest there."

They all heard that. The grass swayed from the eerie wind the voice left behind.

"Should we listen to it?" America asked.

"I think we should. Let's go," Germany stood up and took the lead.

"Hey hey who said you could lead?! The hero leads."

"Who cares right now?! Just walk." Germany bared his teeth into a snarl. America stepped back and hissed. With that they continued down the grass forest road. Who brought them here? How were the going to get home?

Author's note!

It's short I know. But I hope you all liked it! I decided to do a Nekotalia thing :3

I hope you all liked how I put Rome and some other dead nations in there. Don't worry more cats to come.

See you in the next chapter :3

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