Round and round and round Antonio-and-Lovino-in-the-red-swirling-world-of-magical-fairy-dust goes. Where they'll stop, nobody knows!

It felt like any other trip until Lovino began to feel a change in him. No, not like the fucking Grinch; his body was physically changing. Shrinking, to be exact. Freaked, he tried to whirl around to check on his Spanish friend, but moving around in zero gravity was proving to be too hard for his new, small body. (Just because the author wanted to see them suffer.) Finally, Lovino could see the white light at the end of the tunnel, signalling the end of this retarded coaster ride. He let out a scream- or at least, he tried to. You wouldn't believe how flustered he was when he heard a very strong and panicked "Meow" instead.

They landed before Lovino could think anything else. They fell onto a patch of grass. Of could practically hear a squeak as they hit the ground. Strangely, when Lovino got up, he could only go as far as four legs. Standing up properly was imposible without falling back down. He then realized that he had paws. Fucking paws. He was covered in fur. He had a tail. It.. It fucking moves.

He whirled around to see Antonio discovering himself also. With an amused look, he studied his paws and tail. He sniffed the air and looked around, his green eyed landing on his lover staring at him incredulously. How could he not be freaking out? Lovino wondered.
They were cats. Felines, kitties, neko, des chats, cats. Fur, tail, whiskers, and all. Lovino was scared outta his mind. And Antonio was licking his-

"Spain!" Lovino tried to screech. It, of course, came out as a 'meow'.
The brown cat looked over at him and mewed something in response.
Lovino's ears could only hear a series of cat noises, but something in the back of his mind translated it into: "Oh! Lovi, look! We're cats!"
"Thank you, Captain Obvious."
"You mean, Cat-tain Obvious!" Lovino stared at him, unamused.
"Are you serious? We're fucking cats here, and you're making jokes? They could at least be good jokes, but noo, stupid fucking tomato thing is too distracted by licking his balls to think up something useful-"

Antonio let Lovino ramble on (basically it was all making a big deal out of being cat-ified and about Antonio being an idiot) like he usually does and waited until he was finished. When he did, Antonio said, "Lovi, relax. It's just another dimension! Maybe everyone here are cats. And besides, who doesn't want to be a cat?" He was pretty sure the line from that one Disney movie went something like that. "And also, this will probably make negotiating with Arthur easier. If he is a cat, I don't think it would be too easy communicating with each other if we're human, si?"
Lovino didn't believe a word but calmed down anway. He didn't need more time wasted by that idiot trying to do his retarded 'Calming Spell' on him.
Together, they set off through the field to find someone who could help them. Antonio was busy yapping about something or - something or other - and Lovino was occasionally throwing in an incredulous "che" or swear.

Tout รข coup, a blonde cat pounced out to them, landing noticably gracefully (even for a cat). "Miau! Miiau mieu me miau mieu mieu!"
Translation: "Meow! Why, if it isn't Romeowno and Spaingato!" (..idk.)
Antonio had the feeling he should know who this was, but wasn't getting any ideas. "Ah.. Hey!.. you..."
Lovino stared incredulously at his lover. As if the rose covering his kitty berries didn't give it away?
France-cat didn't notice a thing. "Well, I wasn't interrupting anything, was I?" he asked scandalously. As if he actually cared. "Ahonhonhon, carry on, my lovely lovey lovers!" He strutted off back into the bushes with the plan of spying on them before being called back by the Italian tabby. "Hey! Wait!"

"Oui?"
Lovino quickly muttered to Antonio, "It's Francis, stupid," before talking back to the awaiting Frenchcat. "Where's England?"
"Pardon? You wish to go to Angleterre?"
"Dammit. Where's.. Arthur?"
"I am sorry; I know no one by that name."
"Cosa-" Lovino growled. "What's your name?"
"Franchat." Pernounced: Fran-shah.
"And our names."
"Romeowno and Spaingato."
Lovino hoped someone would just shoot him in the head. "Then where's.. Englandcat."

"Damn. Er.. Hey, you're not helping here, Tonio."
"Eh? Oh, um.. Er.." There were a few moments of silence as Antonio tried to come up with something.
"Goddammit," Lovino cried. "Eyebrows! Where the hell is the Brit with the monster Eyebrows?"
"Ahh, Englandcat." Romano just stared increulously. Did he not just-? "Most likely hanging out with Americat. Por quoi est-ce que tu as besoin de lui?"
"I don't speak pervert, froggy," Lovino deadpanned, even though he did understand quite a bit of French. All the same, Lovino was ignored.

"Weeeeell-" Antonio started off. Lovino realized that if he let his lover proceed to talk then they would be there for hours. He couldn't stand another freeking minute. So he leapt over and scratched Antonio's hindleg, interrupting him with, "None of your fucking business. Where is he."
"I have said, with Am-"
"Where?"
"...at the House?"
Lovino felt like facepalming. "And where is that?"
"Behind you."

Lovino whipped around, Antonio doing the same, and indeed they both saw a house. Oh. It didn't look like anybody lived there, but it wasn't inhabitable. In fact, there was a faint sound of lots of meowing emanating from the house. Lovino ran off, not even thanking Franchat, Antonio skidding off behind him. Although, Antonio did look back and meow at the cat version of his friend in gratitude. The message was recieved and the Spanish cat sprinted to keep up with Lovino.
The two slipped inside through an open window to find what appeared to be a kitty party. Yes. A party.

Cats were everywhere; strolling around or lying picturesquely on a piece of furniture. There was what seemed to be a food area over to the side where cats were chowing down on Whiskas, lapping up milk and getting high off of catnip. Cats could be caught licking another's fur or playing around; Antonio was squealing from the cuteness. The meowing was unbearable; though it was even worse because it was being repeated and translated in Lovino's head. As if the real people weren't bothersome enough.

Immediately they caught sight of a blonde kitty, lying leisurely on a chesterfield lapping up what appeared to be tea from a small cup in front of him. How a cat prepared himself a cup of tea was beyond the travelers, but they approached the cat anyways.
The cat had an annoyed expression on it's face, identifying it only as England. Another cat - with a particularly fluffy band of fur around his chest - was yapping to England while strutting around importantly on the floor in front of England with his tail high. This could only be America.
"Meow - and then, the hero who is obviously me would - meow meow meow - save the damsel in distress, which is you - meow meow - from that evil Commie-cat and we'd live meowily ever after!"

The English cat stared down at the American and promptly dumped what was left of his tea onto his friend. (If I can call it that. Which I probably can't.)
America yelped and instinctively ran away, much to England's delight.
"Ah," he purred, "Finally. He's gone."
"Hey!" Lovino called up angrily.
England frowned. Yes, he did. And he sighed. "Here we go again," he muttered.
"Hey, listen u-"
"WHAT DOES A CAT HAVE TO DO TO GET A NICE NAP?" the Englishman - cat - cried to the sky.
"Yeah, yeah, now just-"
"I've been good, haven't I?" England was still talking to the roof.
Lovino still didn't care.
"Whatever, but-"
"What did I do to deserve this hell?"
"I don't know or care so just-"
"Why can't a cat just be left alone?"
"Because you're a shi-"
"Namely, me!"
"I DON'T FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOUR PROBLEMS, JUST-"

"GO AWAY!" England roared like a motherfucking lion. The air became as angry as he was and in a flash every cat in there - including Antonio and Lovino - dissappeared, leaving England alone. Just like he wanted.
"Ah," he sighed, snuggling into himself and finally drifting off to sleep.

But we aren't finished yet!

Our two heroes were successfully shot out into the right spinning hell of red sparkles and shit, but what happened to the rest of the cats?

In a random house in Japan somewhere at five in the morning:
The Asian man woke up abruptly. What woke him up? Well...
He looked around blearily. "What.. What? Where- Where did all these cats come from? What in the- hey- Hey! N-no! Stay back! I don't have any cat food! Noo! Go away! Ah- AGH! No! S-someone- Someone! Help meeeeeee-"

And they all lived meowily ever after.

xD Yay for cats! By the way, cat tails fucking echant me. Watching them move... it's creepy. It's like another arm. And about the last part... It was meant to be lovely Mr Hidekaz Himaruya himself, but it doesn't really matter. Oh my God, I'm really messed up.

Remember, feel free to suggest some worlds for Lovi and Toni! (But don't say another anime or something, because let's face it: this ain't a crossover, and I don't feel like it should be. Well, I don't feel like it; period.) Till we meet again! (I'm lame)