"AAH! Spain why are you a gato?!" Romano shrieked, before looking at himself and seeing furry paws!
"Eh? I am?" Spain-neko sat up, observing his fur and paws in wonder.
They were interrupted by shrieks, screams, and yells from the living room. Running out, they saw that all of the countries had also turned into cats! England-neko was arguing with France-neko and America-neko.
"I didn't do anything frog!"
"You so did! Only you can turn us to cats!"
"Shut up fatass!"
Greece-neko and Turkey-neko were also arguing.
"You did this, didn't you?"
"No, you're the one with the cats! I wouldn't be surprised, jackass!"
Prussia-neko was declaring to Germany-neko how awesome he was, while Italy-neko was excitedly jumping about, chasing Germany-neko's tail.
Spain-neko marched towards England or England-neko since they did just have a tomato party off of England's tomatoes...
"England, what did you do," asked Spain.
"See," replied France-neko "everyone agrees that it is your fault"
"This has nothing to do with me you frog. It's just a simple minded tomato party where we all had some beer and wine. If its someone's fault its probably yours since maybe you poisoned your wine"
"My wine is never poisoned and it is always perfect so it has to be your fault," blamed France-neko
"Should I get some burgers," asked America-neko. "I'm pretty sure that'll make me the hero and save the day :D"
"No one needs your bloody burgers right now!" England hissed. "We need to figure out the cause of our transformation or else I can't make a cure!"
"Who said we wanted you to make a cure, bastard? You're the one who got us into this mess!" Romano huffed
"Guys, we must calm down or we won't get anywhere. What happened? Prease recount the story from when you rost the tomatoes." Japan-neko held his paws up, asking for silence.
Spain and Romano began to explain the situation, with England's frequent protests as they antagonised him more than they should have.
Japan nodded thoughtfully as they recounted. "By any chance, England-san, did the spell go wrong or the floor was contaminated by anything that would have messed the spell up?"
England looked a little offended that he was accused. "Of course there's wouldn't be anything wrong with- OH MY GOD!" He interrupted himself with a gasp as he curled up into a ball, ears laying flat.
"England?"
"I... May have spilled some potion on the pentagram a couple of days ago. But it wasn't supposed to turn things to cats! It was meant to turn your hair different colours!"
"So, it was your fault you bastardo," yelled Romano as he began hitting England.
"Stop that! But i think i can fix it," said England.
"Do we really trust you to fix this when you are the only one who caused it," questioned France.
"Who else can fix it then?"
"I can," shouted America. "After all I am the hero :D"
"Anyone have any ideas?" asked Germany clearly ignoring America.
"I can always go back to my library and check for any spells that can hopefully turn as back," said England.
"Wait, doesn't that mean all the tomatoes we planted would have to same effect as the ones we ate," asked Spain.
"Zat maybe," pondered Germany. "I guess vee might need to dig zat up and get a new batch of tomatoes."
"You potato bastard! This is all your fault! Now I cant eat tomatoes as a cat," shouted Romano.
"Stop zat nonsense. Vee must begin digging. Vhere ist ze garden?"
"I'll lead." Spain answered, padding across the wooden floor and stopping in front of a door.
"Why'd you stop, bastardo?" Romano spat, bumping into him.
"I can't open the door. I'm not tall enough anymore."
"We might be able to jump off the table zere." Japan nodded towards the small table beside the door, which held a pale flower vase with crisp, red roses.
"I'll try!" Italy squealed, jumping and latching onto the table leg, crawling the rest of the way up.
"Careful Italy! Don't knock ze vase over!" Germany called out as the Italian leaped onto the surface with a triumphant squeal. Then, positioning himself to face the door knob, he leapt. His paws slid over the wood varnish, and he stumbled, barely able to catch the edge of the knob. Clinging onto it for dear life, he screamed, "GERMANYYYYYY HELP MEEEEEE!"
"Hold onto it and slide down. You'll open the door that way!" Spain called up.
Reluctantly, Italy swung himself upside down, effectively, opening the door, before falling down, landing on top of Germany with an unceremonious thud.
"Verdamnt Italy!" He grunted, pushing the giddy kitty off him.
"Ve~ the door's open now," cheered Italy.
"Zhe Awesome Prussia could've done better than that," muttered Prussia.
The army of cats began to march towards the garden and well, they were shocked to see how hard of a task this was going to be.
"Dudes, this garden is huge," exclaimed America.
"It's not that big, it's only a few acres," responded Spain.
"English please?"
"That is in English, America," sighed England.
"Vell, vee got to start vith ze digging now," commanded Germany. "I zink vee should each take different fields. Zis vould allow us to vork more efficiently."
"Hai. Zat wourd be idear." Japan agreed.
So the nations set off to work: digging, foraging, and extracting.
"Why did you plant so many, bastard?" Romano grumbled as he pulled up the weeds and seedlings.
"You wanted me to, Lovi."
"Shut up! This is all your fault!"
Stop sleeping and get to work, jackass!" Turkey yelled at his neighbour, who was fast asleep among the tiny green seedlings.
"Stop yelling and just sleep." Came the mumbled reply.
"Ve~ Can we have pasta after this?" Italy smiles as he pounced on the German, who let out a growl in response.
"Italy... Get off me and get back to work."
"You can prace ze seedlings in here." Japan suggested, holding up a small bowl.
Suddenly, a familiar green light emanated from the ground, and all the seedlings popped out... before zooming back into the ground, burying itself deep into the soil.
"ANGLETERRE WHAT ZE 'ELL I TOLD YOU IT WOULDNT WORK!"
"YEAH DUDE NOW ALL OUR WORK WAS FOR NOTHING!"
"How was i suppose to know that would happen!?"
"Does that mean we have to do this again," groaned Romano. "This is all your fault, you stinking tea bastard!"
"Vell, I guess vee should do it again," said Germany. "Vee shall keep doing it until zere is no more left!"
"But what if ze seedlings pop up again,' asked Japan.
"You are right, Japan. Maybe vee should split up. Half should find a cure and the others should continue digging."
"I should definitely go with the cure team,' said England. "Since i am the only one who could do spells"
"But zis was all your fault England! Why should we trust you?" questioned France
"I vote we all dig except for Iggy and I!" America loudly voiced.
"Why aren't you digging?"
"Duh, I'm the Hero! That kinda work is for the peasants!"
"Why, you-!"
"Wait! Here's a trick we use at my prace. Pour a bottre of hot water in ze soir, which wourd kirr arr ze seedrings." Japan suggested.
"Vee could have just done zhat in zhe first place." Germany sighed, "Sehr gut Japan, vee shall do zat. Let's go fetch ze hot vater." He then turned and padded towards the house, leaving the other neko countries to follow him.
They all gathered on the kitchen tiles, staring up at the counter.
"So..." Turkey asked. "How do we get up that thing?"
"And where is the kettle?" England asked.
"Oh. I don't use a kettle." Spain chuckled awkwardly. "You see, I either use the stove, or I use my espresso machine.."
"Yeah! Let's make some coffee!" America exclaimed. "Coffee rules! :D"
"No one cares about coffee a time like this America!"
"Do you have anything where we can hold water"
"We can get buckets that are near the garden."
"Damn it you bastard. You are going to really makes us walk over to get the bucket to carry the water," groaned Romano.
"How about some of us heat the water while the rest get ze buckets," suggested Japan.
"But dude, it's so high, how do we get to the top?"
"Let's jump on the chairs," suggested Italy "It would be fun! Then after we boil water, we can make some pasta :D"
Germany, Turkey, Prussia, and Spain left to grab the buckets, while Romano and Italy bounced on chairs, scrabbled up table legs, and gripped to marble tops before arriving on the counter.
"Now what?" Romano huffed, looking down on the other countries.
"Check the cupboards, there should be a small saucepan somewhere." Japan called.
"Ve~ Found it!" Italy cheered, flinging open a door, revealing shining pots and pans.
"Good, now get it down-"
"PASTA!" He jumped up, knocking a pan off the shelf with his paw. The saucepan clattered down, landing on the tip of Romano's tail with a loud clang.
"Quietly..." Japan sighed.
