Chapter 3

"GET THE HELL OF ME!"

"Then be my friend! Or should I pull your tail again haha!"

"WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS YOUR RUDE LITTLE BOY?!"

"Boy? Aren't we kittens now? In a way your right though. My papa's would not be proud of me for pulling the tail of a girl."

"Shut up you two you're making me want to barf." A large, purple-black and white cat growled loudly. "Sealand, stay away from her. Wy, scratch him if he does it again."

"With pleasure." She sneered happily, lashing her tail with a smirk. Sealand let out a small snarl of defense.

"Both of you quiet. Listen to Austria when he tells you to do something." Hungary mewed softly.

"Fine." The two kits lashed their tails.

The cats continued onward. Only did they stop when Austria stepped on a thorn and whined about it for two minutes before Hungary pulled it out. Austria then had to scowl at the two kittens for their laughter. Austria just kept complaining about the forest as they walked. "It's too dirty," this, and, "It's too grassy," that. It annoyed the kits, but Hungary just smiled and dealt with it.

Hungary screeched when Austria suddenly tumbled forward, falling down a slope of tall grass and messy dirt. The kit's eyes widened and they began to chase after the aristocrat cat.

They paused in the tall grass when they heard an 'oomph!' and then sudden yelling:

"HEY! OH NO IT'S YOU! GET OFF ME YOU AUSTRIAN BASTARD! GET OFF ME!"

They raced towards the sound of snarling and leapt into a small field, which contained and arguing Austria and Switzerland, and a cowering Liechtenstein. Hungary sighed and stepped between the two, "Enough both of you. Switzerland, you too?"

"Yes." He sat up and straightened himself from his attack-mode, "We're here too. That damn England."

Austria sat up and lashed his tail angrily. "Yes, this is England's fault. Anyway, are you also going to the middle of the forest? We've been walking for about an hour now."

"Yes. As much as I hate you, we should go together. The more of us, the more we could defend off another animal if need be." Switzerland mewed.

"Very well." Austria snarled. "Let's continue."

Switzerland nodded and padded onward. His sister raced to his side to walk beside him, and the others followed behind.

~Meanwhile~

"Finally. I think this is it." Germany stepped forward through the ferns and sat down in a very small field, surrounded by many trees. There was a tall rock near the top of a hill, and small ledges all around the area.

"Come on west, move! I wanna see too!" Prussia padded forward. He gasped at the serene looking are around them. The other cats moved in too, and their eyes widened at how beautiful the small area was.

Before Germany could say anything to the small group, the cats had all separated to enjoy the small field. Germany, realizing he was defeated, joined them.

He looked to his right. Italy was padding small leaves hanging from a tall plant. Spain was rolling around in soft moss, and was swiftly joined by Romano. France had decided to sleep in some flowers, and the Nordics and Prussia had joined America on the big rock. "I feel like a king up here!" America laughed.

"Yes! The king and his faithful deputy!" Denmark jumped beside him.

Germany sighed and sat down, wrapping his tail around his legs.

"They're insane aren't they?"

Germany looked up to see England padding over to him. He sat himself down next to him.

"Ja, they are." He muttered.

"VE~!"

They all looked up to a crying Italy, who had dashed away from the plant he was playing with. "I saw something move!"

Germany arched his back up and hissed, ready for a fight. A few of the others joined him.

Italy nearly screamed when the bushes shook again. They all shook with surprise when a white and orange cat appeared from the thrush, looking at them happily.

"Hey! I found more of them! Look lads, more countries!"

"Australia?!" They cried.

He nodded, "Correct! And I have others with me too!" He stepped forward to let the others in. A few more cats moved into the small field, and they all recognized them by scent and by looks.

"New Zealand! Is that you?" England padded over to Australia and New Zealand.

"Poland? Lithuania? Thailand?" Norway mewed.

"Seychelles!" England cried, running up to the female, "Thank god you're alright!"

America smiled. He forgot about how much England cared about her. Now the cats were all in deep conversation, questioning why they were told to come here.

"I thought you would be with your siblings." America mewed to Thailand.

Thailand sighed. "Well, I was alone. At least, until Australia found me." The black cat's eyes shook innocently.

"Don't worry, dude! They'll show up!" America laughed, making the Asian nation smile.

Suddenly another rustle sounded from the bushes. They all turned to the left and jumped when a white cat with two pink flowers near her ears emerged from the bushes with a small white cat with black splotches on his fur, and a very familiar curl which gave off an exciting face.

"Taiwan! Korea! Oh thank god you're safe!" Thailand ran over to his sister and began to nuzzle her face and purr, and she responded with the same.

"Oh, Thailand! We thought something bad happened to you!" she cried.

"Yeah! We worried sick about you!" Korea pricked his ears, "Hey, where's old ma-"

"AI-YA!"

Everyone turned when they heard China's familiar shriek. The dark grey cat emerged from the bushes and shook his fur. "Another mosquito bit me~aru!"

Everyone laughed at the old nation. Actually, Korea tumbled to the floor and almost died.

"Not funny,~aru!"

"Quiet teacher," Taiwan snarled, "Where's Japan?"

"Over here," a deep voice mewed from behind the bushes, "I'm ok." The black and white cat stepped out from the pushes followed by a beautiful tortishell cat.

"Oh! Vietnam! You're here too!" Thailand purred.

Vietnam bowed her head, "Yes Thailand, I am. We were worried sick about you."

"And I the same with you."

America dropped his tail, "Ok, big reunion woohoo. Can we please find out why we're here?"

More rustling erupted from the bushes.

"Of course not." America snarled.

What came from the bushes was a large, fluffy white cat with a red ribbon in her fur, followed by many others.

"Oh, Monaco!" France cried running to her, "You're ok!" he began to lick her ear with affection.

She pulled herself away and snarled, "Yes, I am. And I have friends."

Russia, Greece and Turkey stepped out from the bushes. Everyone greeted the other cats welcomingly.

More rustling. From the bushes next appeared a dark purple black cat with a female cat, followed by two kits and a brown and white cat with a smaller brown and white cat.

"Oh great. It's bad enough were cats. Now the aristocrat cat is here." Prussia snarled. Germany bopped him on the head with his paw, making him squeal.

"Oh god. It's here." England snarled eyeing Sealand.

"Shut up you jerk England!" Sealand snarled back, wagging his tail with anger.

Now all the cats were in chatter. That is, until, it was broken by an unknown yet, familiar voice.

"You know….I've been here the whole time too…."

Everyone stopped and stared at the big rock. Their eyes widened when the saw a large, white fluffy cat with a long curly curl coming from his head.

"Uhhhh…." They mewed confusingly.

"It's me, Canada!" he mewed happily.

"Ah, yes! Canada!" England mewed nervously. The others nodded.

"Sealand! You're safe! Oh we were so worried!" Finland padded up to the small orange and white cat and began to stroke his head with his rough tounge.

"Get off me!" Sealand squealed. Sweden stepped over and snarled, "Deal with it."

Nervously, Sealand obeyed.

"Heh, look at you, getting washed by your Papa." Wy mewed teasingly, wagging her tail with satisfaction.

"Shut up!" Sealand cried.

Everyone was just chit-chatting away. They had all forgotten why they were here, and this did not please Germany.

"EVERYONE SHUT UP!" He howled. Everyone stopped meowing and turned to him, his tail lashing. "Have we all forgotten WHY WE'RE HERE?!"

"Ve~, Germany's right!" Italy mewed, "why are we here?"

Suddenly, a small gust of wind swayed through the field. It had a chilling factor to it, and it fekt cold. They all shivered. It felt like someone was watching them.

"Ve~, Germany, I'm scared" Italy ducked behind the dark grey cat.

Finland wrapped his tail protectively around Sealand, and Sweden snarled a warning, as if to say 'keep away from Finland and my son.'

Suddenly, the wind became a blue gust of wind and began to circle around sharply in the air, making the other cats gasp in amazement. The wind suddenly floated up to the tall rock and stopped there with an explosion. They all raised their paws to their heads to protect themselves from the blast and the flying stones.

Once the blast stopped, they all looked up and their eyes widened. A beautiful brown cat with blue aura surrounding her was sitting on tall stone, making them tremble nervously.

Her aura was stronger then Norway's. And that's saying something.

"Wh-who are you?" England asked.

The cat stared at them with serious eyes. "Greetings. I am Ancient Egypt. I come to you in cat form because that is what your all in now."

All the cat's eyes widened. They immediately sat straight and bowed their heads respectively to the older dead nation. Coming to them in spirit form. Amazing!

"If I may speak please, why are we all here?" England mewed.

"Yes," Germany meowed, "Why are we all here?"

She sighed and began softly, "You are all right. England did turn you all into cats, but it was an accident. Right England?"

England nodded. Not for America and France though, he thought with a snicker.

She continued, "Well, there is only one way to reverse the spell, but it is dastardly and cruel. That is why you must figure it out for yourselves. I brought you here. I was the small voice you heard. You will remain in this forest as cats and work together until the spell wears off. You will hunt for food. If needed, you will learn how to battle with claws and fangs. However, you must work together. But like the real world, you never know what could happen. Good luck to you all." The ancient nation began to disappear.

"Wait! Please explain more!" England screeched. Too late. She already disappeared in a puff of blue aura and dust. The aura once again shot out at all of them, and they had to lift their paws once again to protect their faces from the flying stones. Once it was over and the ancient nation was gone as well as her aura, everyone began to panic. Cats began to yowl nervously, some even cried.

"What are we going to do?!" Italy cried.

"I don't know!" Romano howled.

"Mi amigos, please! Clam down!" Spain howled through tears.

"I'm scared!" France shook nervously.

"THAT IS ENOUGH!" Germany repeated his earlier howl, and the other nations stopped their yowling and tears and turned to him. "Now," Germany began, "We will follow her instructions. Until the spell wears off, we will be like cats. We will hunt like cats. We will fight like cats. Got it?"

A few cat muttered to each other nervously, and they all nodded.

"Good," Germany snarled, "you heard her. We must work together. So we will do that."

Everyone nodded. England sighed. Now that Ancient Egypt had brought them all here, they had to work together until the spell war off. What did she mean when she said it was dastardly and cruel? They couldn't worry about that right now. Right now they had to think about what they were going to do. What were they going to do?

Author's note!

I hope this one's not to boring. I tried :D

Well at least now all the countries are together. And I hope you like how I put Ancient Egypt in here too!

See you in the next chapter :3

Tails