(A/N: This was written for a 100 Themes Challenge, which I've discontinued, but anyways, the theme was "University")

Title: Kesese Kat~
Pairing/Characters: Frying Pangle (HungaryxAustriaxCatboy!Prussia)
Rating: T
Genre: Romance, crack
Warnings: Three-way pairing(?), beginning slightly angsty, language, human names used, and some suggestiveness.
Summary: Roderich is a bisexual college student whose girlfriend, Elizaveta, just broke up with him. He gets home to only find an extremely annoying (And extremely sexy) catboy named Gilbert who needs someone to take care of him. Then Elizaveta shows up at his front door. Chaos ensues.

Roderich Edelstein trudged home in the pouring rain, his boots dragging in mud. His phone vibrated over and over again as he walked, not helping his situation any. That was because the calls were from his ex, Elizaveta Héderváry, whom had recently broken up with him, and he did not want to talk to her. It was true that she most likely wasn't mad at him anymore and just wanted to talk- They were still on very good terms, but even the thought of her pained him. He began to hum, but stopped as he remembered how Elizaveta would do the exact same thing as she cleaned the music room at the college they both attended, and he would accompany her on the piano. Damn it, why did he ever let his guard down and let her get to him so? It was downright improper; his father would be so ashamed. One was to hold themselves together and not go around being all lovey-dovey. They were to remember their place and work, and do away with idle things such as romance. At least, that's what his father told him. The man was so old-fashioned; he needed to grow with the times. Maybe Roderich had been right in letting himself go. Then again, maybe he hadn't been. He had no idea, and he did not believe in wasting his time pondering things such as this.

He was relieved when he had finally made it to his house. It was a pretty fancy dwelling. His father was rich, after all. Grinning to himself, Roderich pulled his keys out of his pocket, carefully avoiding his phone. He walked up to the front porch and was about to insert the key into the lock when he tripped on something and fell flat on his face. He looked up to see that his foot was draped over the strangest man he had ever seen. He appeared to be about 20, an albino, with a pair of red cat ears, a red cat tail, and a smirk that Roderich did not like. At all. The stranger began to laugh, and to Roderich, he sounded slightly tipsy. "Man, what a klutz you are", he slurred.

"Shut up, arschloch!" Roderich roared, in a very improper way.

"I'm an awesome Prussian cat. Are you going to take care of me, Manboy?" the stranger retorted.

"Hell no!" Roderich untangled himself and was opening the door when the drunken catboy on the ground grabbed onto his ankle. Roderich tried to shake him off, but to no avail.

"Come on, pleeeeease!" he begged. Roderich figured that he would never be able to move from this spot ever again unless he brought this weird catboy thing in with him. Sighing, he nodded.

"Alright, fine, you may come in. Just no trouble."

The catboy squealed and crawled in, knocking Roderich soundly onto his behind. The aristocratic college student stood up, cursing under his breath in German as he followed. "So… what is your name...? Catboy?"

"Gilbert", he replied. "And yours… Manboy?"

"I am not a 'Manboy'!" Roderich growled. "If you are going to be a guest in my home, then at least be polite. For God's sakes! And I am Roderich Edelstein, but you may call me Roderich."

"Alright, Roddy!" Gilbert happily jumped onto Roderich's expensive coffee table and began to crawl around on it, knocking down several priceless family heirlooms with his hyperactive tail in the process. Roderich had to fight back the urge to scream in horror.

"Get off. Now." When Gilbert didn't comply, Roderich shoved him off onto the floor and plopped himself down at the piano. However he hadn't been expecting the rush of pain to come again, and he laid his head down on the lid, trying not to cry. Gilbert waddled over and began to rub his head against Roderich's knee. "What are you doing?" Roderich asked, nearly crying in the process.

"Well, you're sad", Gilbert replied. "And I don't want to see my master cry. Besides, if he cries, then he can't feed me."

Roderich lifted his head and glared at him. "What do you want?"

"I want tuna~" Gilbert grinned, exposing his fangs. Roderich face piano-ed and got up, rushing into the kitchen. He came back a few moments later with a plate of tuna. Sighing exasperatedly, he set the plate down and was nearly knocked over by an overly-excited Prussian catboy as he lunged into the food. Just then, the door bell rang. Groaning loudly, Roderich pounded over to the door and opened it. Standing on the other side was Elizaveta.

"W-what are you doing here?" Roderich asked, his heart sinking. Was she going to yell at him some more? Was she here to break his heart even more?

"I'm sorry Roderich, I don't know what I was thinking, I don't want to break up anymore, will you ever forgive me?" she sobbed, throwing herself into his arms. Wow, that was not what he had been expecting.

"Shhh…" he soothed. "Of course I will."

"Really?" she looked up at him with tears in her green eyes.

"Yes, really", Roderich replied. He smiled down at her, and she smiled back. She leaned forward, her lips dangerously close to his…. And then fell to the floor. Roderich instinctively jumped back as Gilbert growled at Elizaveta from his position on top of her.

"Who are you?" he growled. "And what are you trying to do to my Roddy? If you're hurting him, you'll have to get through me first." Gilbert glared smugly.

"Oh my GAWD, that is the most adorable thing in the entire world!" Elizaveta squealed, wrapping Gilbert up in a crushing hug. The Prussian catboy tried to squirm free, but to no avail. "Who IS he? Where did you get him? Don't tell me that he's your little uke that you got to make up for my absence~!"

"Good Lord, Elizaveta. You've been reading too much yaoi", Roderich sighed.

"There's no such thing as too much yaoi!" Elizaveta stuck her tongue out. Roderich face palmed.

"First of all, this is the most goddamn annoying thing in the entire world." He pointed to Gilbert, who had begun to lick his own hand like a cat licking his paws. "And second of all, my dear, if it came to that, I would be the uke."

"I knew it. I KNEW it!" Elizaveta gushed. Roderich face palmed again. Elizaveta picked up Gilbert as if he was a normal cat and looked him over. "Aww, the kitty kitty's dirty~" she cooed in baby talk. "He needs a bath!"

As soon as Gilbert heard the word "bath", he began to squirm again.

"Come on, kitty kitty, let's go~!" Elizaveta ran off to the bathroom, her crazy strength preventing Gilbert from escaping. Roderich rolled his eyes and followed. His girlfriend sure was bat-shit insane… But then again, that was the whole reason he loved her. And this Gilbert cat guy thing was also bat-shit insane.. Maybe he should love him too?

He was pretty hot..

"So, you wanna feel my awesome five meters?" Gilbert asked from inside the tub. Roderich nearly fell over. Now this cat could read MINDS?

"Of-of course not!" Roderich replied, blushing.

Elizaveta glared at Gilbert. "I saw that, and it was sooo not five meters long."

"Was too!" Gilbert replied. Roderich just shook his head as the two continued arguing. But like he'd said, they were both bat-shit insane. And he wouldn't want to change anything about either of them. After a few minutes, the argument boiled down. Elizaveta turned to Roderich as she began to shampoo Gilbert's hair.

"Oh, if you DO take his 'five awesome meters', Roderich", she instructed, "I get to take pictures."

"You'd seriously let your boyfriend cheat on you just for some sexy yaoi pics?"

Elizaveta nodded. Roderich facepalmed. For the third time, this lady was bat-shit insane, but still completely normal. "...Maybe we can both date Gilbert as well, have a three-way-pairing?"

Scratch that. This lady needed her head examined. NOW.

(It sucked, I know, but I had too much fun. Austria, Hungary has a point. There's no such thing as "too much yaoi" XD)