It's glad to see you all again! Just a friendly reminder that England-cat is a girl in this! England the country is a male, but not his cat. Please enjoy!

Chapter 3: I'm what?

"Arthur! Time to eat!" I heard my master call out for me. I stood up from where I was sleeping soundly and shook myself. I was so relieved because I was really hungry right now. It was weird because I was getting hungry more often.

Trotting into the kitchen I crouched down to eat. England kneeled down next to me and petted my head. "Slow down ol' girl. You've been gaining weight lately."

I nearly hissed at his comment. I'm not fat. You just don't feed me enough. I huffed to myself.

England left the room and it didn't take me long to swallow every last pellet. "Come on, this cannot be it." I complained. I was still hungry. I looked around for any possible edibles. I soon spotted an open can of tuna sitting on the counter.

I looked towards the doorway to make sure my master was gone. This was a nice chance for an even better meal. I leaped successfully onto a stool. Then from there I got onto the counter without much effort. "One bite couldn't hurt." I muttered as I dug in. I changed my mind. I actually ate every single bit of it.

As I was licking the bottom of the can, England walked in. "Time to get started on that tuna salad I was mak-" England gasped. "Arthur! Bad!" he yelled at me. I quickly leaped down from the counter. "That was my lunch! Bad girl!" He bent down to pick me up. He heaved a struggle. "Artie, you need to be put on a diet. What else have you been eating behind my back?"

I actually have been stealing a lot of food lately. I just have been so hungry. My master carried me to my bed in the living room. He plopped me down and I just rolled onto my back. England sighed. "What am I going to do with you." He rubbed my belly then chuckled softly. "That's weird. Normally you'd try to bite my hand off."

I ignored him and began grooming my chest fur. "You sure are affectionate lately." He commented.

The door bell rang. "Hm, I wonder who that could be." England got up to answer the door." It wasn't much of a surprise to who it was at the door.

"England! What's up bro!" America's obnoxious voice rang through the house. "I finally got away from the boss man. He's been running me ragged!" he said. It was true, America hadn't been around as often as he use to. I was starting to miss that big fluff ball Alfred.

Speaking of the devil, Alfred came bounding into the living room. "Hey Arthur! How's it goin'!" he greeted. I didn't bother getting up from my bed.

"Be quiet you tosser, it is too early for your nonsense." I said grumpily. Alfred made himself comfortable by my side.

"Aw, I thought you'd be happy to see me?" he purred as he licked the outer shell of my ear. I returned the purr as I closed my eyes and let him groom me. I've been strangely relaxed now days. Usually I would have a hissy lecture about boundaries. "Hey Artie. You kinda smell weird." Alfred sniffed my fur. "Are you healthy?"
"Of course I'm healthy you twit. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Have you put on a few?" I he tilted his head thoughtfully. I groaned irritably.

"Why does everyone think I'm getting fat? I'm not fat dammit!" I hissed defensively. I got up and began to drag my bed.

"What are you doing?" Alfred asked me.

"I am relocating my bed somewhere else. Somewhere that's quiet and secluded. I don't feel like being out in the open right now." I told him. I did not know exactly why I wanted to move. But for some reason, I just had to.

"Um, ok…" Alfred looked at me weirdly. I scowled at him then carried on with what I was doing.

A few days later, England took me to the vet. I started to puke often and sometimes I would refuse to eat because of it. I was just feeling so crappy these past few days. "I don't know what wrong with her," My master spoke to my vet. He told him about all the things that were wrong with me. "She was fine a few weeks ago."

"Well. Let's take a look." The vet brought me out of my carry on and set me down on the cold table. "Oh I see." The vet said as he checked me over. "Mr. Kirkland I think I understand why you're having these concerns."

"Really? Why is that? What's wrong with her?"

England barged into America's house. I trotted calmly beside him. "America!" He called furiously. America was sitting in his living room. He was playing video games and all he wore was pajama pants with the American flag printed on it. Alfred was sleeping soundly next to him.

"Hey, England. What's going on?" he asked.

"Don't 'hey England' me you fobbish twit!" England insulted angrily. He bent down to pick me up. "Keep that mangy flea bag away from Arthur!" England gestured towards Alfred who was now awake, looking around in confusion.

"Huh? You mean Alfie? Why?" America nonchalantly took a bite from a burger.

"Your damn cat got my sweet sweet Artie pregnant!" England spat. When I first heard of this, I was surprised. Well, more than that. I was literally flabbergasted. I really wasn't expecting to be knocked up by Alfred. I was still wracking my brain on how this could have happened.

Flashback:

I sat on my bed comfortably with my leg stretched out. I was grooming myself luxuriously with full contentment. Alfred sat not so far away from me. I could tell he was staring at me but I paid him no mind.

"Hey, Artie. Can we play? I'm bored." Alfred said.

"No." I said simply. I didn't even bother to look at him. Alfred was quiet. Usually he would have protested, but he didn't say a thing. I looked over at him to see that he was coiled as if preparing to leap at me. The second I looked at him was the second he leaped.

I jumped out of the way just in time. "What are you doing you idiot?" I hissed. Without answering, he flung at me again. I turned tail and sprinted off. Alfred followed hot on my tail.

"I'm gonna getcha Artie!" he meowed. I hesitated for one second to look back at him, but that was a bad idea. He jumped top of me and pinned me down. "Ah ha!" he said victoriously.

"Ok, haha. Now get off of me." I told him. He shook his head stubbornly and sank his teeth into my scruff. It wasn't enough to break the skin but I hissed at him. To make up for it he licked the patch where he bit me.

Suddenly I felt a strange sensation. It was like a good sensation though. I stopped my struggles and let him carry on. I didn't fully understand the situation but I couldn't bring myself to care. After about five minutes of this I grew tired and flipped him off of me.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" he protested. I huffed.

End of Flashback:

"Why didn't you get him neutered!" England was still arguing with America.

"What?! I'd never try to take Alfie's manhood away from him!" The American gasped giving the other country an offended look.

"That's not to point! Thanks to him, my cat is knocked up! You are going to be paying for her prenatal care!" he seethed. I looked over to Alfred who wasn't even listening since he seemed busy playing with a ball of yarn.

"Come on, England." America set his controller down and stood. "I kind of find it romantic." He said as he took me from England's arms. My eyes were half lidded as I did not care much about being held. Well, at least right now. Any other time I would have scratched his eyes out.

America set me down on the couch next to Alfred. "What're they talking about Artie?" Alfred asked as I jumped off the couch. Alfred followed.

"Who knows." I said. I didn't want to tell him about me being pregnant. Not just yet.

"How on earth is this romantic?" England asked as America put his hands on the Brit's waist. He turned his head as America tries to kiss him.

"They're technically together now. Kinda like us." He said smoothly. England looked at him incredulously.

"I don't think cats care who they do it with." He said. England let out an unmanly squeak when America grabbed his behind.

"This is kinda getting me in the mood." He whispered.

"You're an idiot. Get off me." England protested as they fell on the couch. I made my leave from the room. Alfred stumbled after me.

"They're doing it again," he said. "Is that how humans show their affection or something 'cause they seem to do that a lot."

"Who knows. I'm hungry. Where do you storage you food?" I asked him as I sniffed around the kitchen. Alfred produced a fish burger. "No, not that garbage." I said instinctively. But then I heard my stomach growl. "W-well, maybe just a bite."

I ended up eating three of them. I lay on my back, groaning with a full stomach. "That was just three? What a light weight." Alfred scoffed as he ate more than I did. "I have plenty more where that came from."

I shook my head. I just wanted to lay there and possibly take a quick nap. Scratch that. A long nap. "Hey Artie, why are you nipples so big? I don't think I've ever seen them before." He poked at me curiously. I hissed in warning.

"Don't touch me." I told him. We both began to groom ourselves. I could hear the sound of slapping skin and moans come from the living room. I felt then felt Alfred's tongue on my flank. "Do you really have to groom me too?" I said but I didn't really mind. I kind of liked it actually.

"You smell kinda familiar Arthur? I know I know this smell from somewhere, I just can't remember." He pondered. I felt his big warm body close to mine as I was slowly fading away into sleep by the lulling of Alfred's ministrations.

I was woken up by voices entering the kitchen. "Why do I always fall for that?" I heard my master say.

"Because you think I'm a hunk." Said America. I opened one eye and looked up to see the two countries enter the kitchen. "Just look at these guns!" he began to flex while looking at himself in the reflection of the shiny refrigerator.

"Brute." I heard England mutter. England gasped when he saw Alfred and I laying on the floor behind the table. "Arthur! You better have not been eating the terrible food America gives his cat!" England knelt down to pick me up.

"Man, England you were right. She has gotten fatter. How far along is she?" America picked up his own cat that had been sleeping in the same spot as me. He was still knocked out despite him being moved.

"She's actually been pregnant a whole month. Well, so says the vet." England replied as he petted my head soothingly. "He said she's likely to give birth at the end of next month."

"That's weird. Cats have quick pregnancies." America said. That I also did not know. I'm going to have to tell Alfred sooner or later.

"Why me?" I sighed in exasperation.