Whoo! Another chappy! PWP to the max.

This might be the last one for a LONG while, like maybe November or December (or after ;A;) because school is a complete arschloch (and I've got a bunch of homework to do all the time and I'm a Junior and I should be looking at colleges and studying for the ACT and SAT and yeah...I could go on), so I want to make it good.

Google translate is your friend!

Katzchen-Kitten

Arschloch-asshole

Disclaimer: I don't own anything

Warning: Neko sex- which means Germany. Has sex. With Prussia. When he's a cat.

Being a German cat isn't so bad

Chapter 2

Ludwig stands at the kitchen counter, drinking his daily bottle of beer, looking out the window just above the sink. It's been a rather dull day, because he had forbidden Gilbert to go outside in case anyone had seen his tail and ears, or worse, touched them. It would have been hard to explain to a curious five year old that was tugging on his tail why he was blushing and why there was a bulge in his pants. Gil had been sulking all day in his room, annoyed that he couldn't go to Francis' or Toni's house.

He sets the now empty bottle down, hearing the toilet flush and the water from the bathroom sink cease its flow. The door opens and closes, and he feels two albino arms wrap around his waist, hugging tightly. A sharp chin rests on his shoulder, digging in. The albino's tail swings lightly, showing his contentment. He isn't angry anymore, and he proves it by kissing the exposed neck.

Ludwig sighs, enjoying the rare, silent affection from his usually loud lover. Said lover begins to nuzzle into the warm neck, giving it a few soft kisses here and there. The blonde stands quietly for a few moments before turning around in his brother's arms. He bows his head, pecking his lips against his brother's neck, occasionally touching his human weak spot. Gilbert shivers, whimpering lowly in his throat. He blushes and clings to the warm body as Ludwig begins giving soft kisses up and down the pale white throat. Smirking at the moans, he licks slowly up the neck, biting and nibbling on the ear before him. He gives it one last tug before he pulls away, kissing Gilbert on the lips this time.

As his tongue seeks entrance to the warm mouth, his hands reach down to palm the ever growing bulge in his pants, finally unzipping them and pulling the boxers down. The red eyed German pulls away, looking down at his brothers exposed member, throbbing angrily. He gets pulled quickly into an embrace and can feel himself being rubbed up against, getting him harder too.

"Nghh...L-Lud...just do it already..." Gilbert whines, his tail flicking back and forth impatiently. Ludwig pulls back, smirking. Gil pouts, ears flattening angrily. "Why'd you stop?".

"I thought you'd be hungry after you hid in your room all day". It was true, he hadn't come out of his seclusion, save to use the bathroom that one time. Ludwig closes his pants and open the fridge door, revealing nothing, except milk, butter, and beer. He sighs and gets his jacket from the hall closet, Gil still pouting at the counter.

"Are you coming?" He looks over, holding the door open.

"Ja, fine, I'll go" Gil says, pulling on pants and walking out the door and into the car. They drive to the market, Gilbert jumping in a cart and folding his legs underneath him. They walk silently down the aisles, picking out various food items. They finally get to the meat section and Gil perks up, nose twitching. The blonde chuckles and picks up a can of tuna.

"You want this, ja?". Prussia's mouth waters as he nods, watching happily as Ludwig clears the whole shelf of about 20 cans of the packaged fish. They continue their journey, repeating the process. Ludwig holding out the food, and Gilbert sniffing it to see if it was still safe to eat. They finally get to the last corner of the store where the ice cream and candy is, and Gil looks up pleadingly.

"Chocolate chocolate chocolate!" he whines, clutching the edge of the wire cart, staring at the many chocolate bars stacked on the shelf.

"You have to ask nicely, pet."

"Master, get me chocolate so I can melt it and lick it off you" he purrs lowly, looking up into the now lust clouded eyes. Ludwig quickly gets a couple of the expensive bars, deciding to reward his pet for asking so nicely, putting them in the child seat so Gil couldn't cuddle them and melt it all. They got to the check out, and Lud groaned at the sight of Francis being their cashier. It would be very difficult to hide the tail and ears from him.

"Bonjour, mon ami, how are you?" Francis looks up from scanning Kiku's items. He bags the rest and reaches for the chocolates and the copious cans of tuna. Ludwig stares hard at his brother, silently telling him to keep his mouth shut. He knew Gilbert would spill all the details about how he got the tail and ears, and definitely embarrass him in front of the other shoppers. Gil stuck out his tongue defiantly, deciding to rebel, and turned around and told France everything

"Well, Brows gave 'em to me! I pissed him off and he turned me into a cat!" France raised an eyebrow, still scanning the items. "And then he turned me back into a human, but I was naked, and Lud couldn't keep his eyes off my vital regions, kesesesesese~" Ludwig hid his face in his hands, going red. "And then we got home and he started rubbing my tail, and we ended up fuc-". The blonde slapped his hand over the mouth, quickly taking out the money from his pocket and handing it to France. He picked up the bags, dropped them into the cart, and walked them out quickly. Everyone was still staring at them, rather scarred by what Gil had almost said.

The drive home was tense, and when they got home, the first thing Germany did was go inside with all the bags, leaving Gil outside. When Gil comes inside, he sees Ludwig holding all of the chocolate bars above the trash can. He runs over, letting out a long stream of "no's", and clutches his brother's shirt.

"And why shouldn't I? You embarrassed me in front of the whole store, and a stupid "I'm sorry" will not make up for it.". He pulls the chocolate back, getting a rather...mischievous idea.

"Anything! Just please don't throw it away, master. I won't do it again, I promise!" As soon as he said 'master', his idea was formed.

"Anything?" he questioned, handing the bars to his brother. Prussia smiled thankfully and nodded, beginning to unwrap them. "Stop!" He looked up confusedly and stopped unwrapping the bars. "The first thing you will do is act like a cat until the punishment is over, and that means walking and talking like one, got it?" Gilbert pouts but does as instructed, getting on all fours and meowing meekly.

Germany walks into the bedroom, his brother following, and goes into his drawer. He takes out the collar he found on Gilbert when he still was a cat. He leans down and snaps it around the white neck, flicking the iron cross. He crosses over to the bed and lays down, folding his arms behind his head. "Put the chocolate in your mouth, and then come up on the bed". He watches, his brother unwrapping the candy quickly, taking a sneaky swallow of a piece, then crawls on the bed. Ludwig points to his neck and watches as the neko crawls up slowly, placing the bit of chocolate there and swirling it around, creating intricate patterns with the sweet.

While he does this, the blonde quietly slips his shirt off, deftly unbuttoning it and sliding it underneath his body, only to place it next to him. He lifts up Gilbert's chin, kissing it before giving his next command.

"Strip."

Gilbert does so, and throws the articles into the hamper, some missing it and some getting in. "Now, put on my shirt, but leave it open" Could he be more possessive? He looks his brother up and down hungrily, taking in the smaller frame in his oversized shirt. The Iron Cross sparkles in the light, as do the ears and the long, limber tail. After pushing on the small back so it lays down flat, his grips the ass, kneading it with his hands and grinding his hard erection into it. While moaning, his mouth attaches onto the pale neck, biting and breaking the skin so that the mark is there for weeks.

When he separates, he is panting, his cock not being able to take much more inside its cloth prison. He rips them off and groans at the cool air that wafts over it, obviously not seeing the hungry look in his pets eyes. He only notices it when he feels a rough tongue on the head, lapping up the pearly precum. Gilbert slurps and sucks lewdly, wondering if he can get his master to cum quickly. The answer becomes clear as large hands grip his scalp, pushing him deeper and deeper until the leaking tip hits the back of his mouth.

"Y-you want that cream from this morning, mein katzchen?" Ludwig breathes out, trying not to explode from the pressure. Gil nods and works faster, wet muscle stroking wet muscle, bringing his master as close to release as possible. "Good, because you're about to get it". And with that he cums, almost violently, into his pets mouth. A few more thrusts to get the rest out, and then he slumps back, breathing deeply and looking up through half lidded eyes.

After he is done licking his lips clean of the cum, Prussia turns around, shaking his ass in the air invitingly. The want is clear in his masters eyes, and he decides to get him hard again by pushing the tip of his lithe tail into his entrance. Ludwig watches, hypnotized, as the albino stretches and fucks himself with his tail. His tail. Somehow Gil new that that was he was about to order him to do, and he didn't mind at all. He is too spent and tired to properly fuck his pet, so he sits up and settles on rubbing Gilbert's ears. With a jerk from the stimulation, Gil accidentally hits his prostate and gives a loud shout of pleasure.

"That's right, pet. I wanna see you fuck yourself with your own tail" he says as he nips, bites and sucks at the base of the silver tail. Gil gasps and chokes on his own moans as he cums. His feline body has become more sensitive, and he only realizes it when he is done screaming the word "Master!".

After a few minutes, he falls onto his stomach, turning to look over at Germany tiredly, who drags him by the scruff of the neck onto his lap. He vaguely feels the rubbing of a rough hand on his back, before he falls asleep completely, purring and nuzzling contently into the warm chest. Smiling, Ludwig yawns and closes his eyes, whispering a soft "Guten nacht, Gilbert." before succumbing to the sandman himself.