I wasn't really sure how we got 'home' so fast seeing as we appeared to have walked to the lovely brownstone home. Perhaps the meeting was in England this time around? I wasn't sure, but I sure was happy when we approached the house and entered. There was no shame in my game when I sprawled across the cool tiles in the kitchen with a huff. I blamed all the fur. The country laughed lightly and set his bag down, loosening his tie.

"I guess you know how to make yourself right at home. I thought it was a pleasent day, unseasonably warm though." he said, taking off his shoes and the belt over his uniform. His jacket came next and I started to wonder if this was some weird new strip tease he did for cats or something, but it stopped there as he flung everything he taken off over his arm. He made a 'chk'-ing noise and motioned for me to follow. I didn't want to leave the blissfully cool tiles on the floor, but I pulled myself up and followed after him curious to explore. I was curious since I couldn't remember much of his home from the show, everything was well taken care of, though there was a bit of dust in a couple of places. He led the way through the main part of the house, which wasn't much of an open concept at all, so many doorways and rooms. There was a den that we passed through that seemed the most used. We came to another door leading outside and he knelt to show me the cat door on it and that I could go outside to do my business if needed too.

I stuck my head out and came face to face with another cat, who seemed just as startled as I was. He scrambled backwards and bolted before I could say anything. I shrugged and pulled myself back in to follow England through the house, though he seemed to think I had gone outside after and paid me no mind. I followed silently until we made it to his bedroom. He laid his coat and belt across the foot of the bed and stretched. I hopped up on the bed next to the stuff and caught sight of myself in a standing mirror and froze. I wanted to squeal because I looked so adorable as a cat... though I could have had five legs and two tails and still thought I was adorable because I'm a cat. Turns out my fluffy long coat was that of a Ragdoll breed. Wasn't it? I honestly knew little about cats other than the fact that they were adorable. While I was mostly a creamy white color, my paws tapered to slightly darker points like I had noticed before and my head... My face was mostly the same white as the rest of me... my ears matched my tail and the color connected at the top of my head while scooping down my cheeks along side my eyes to the back of my head where the color gradually faded back to white. I was a lilac pointed ragdoll.

The eyes gave me pause... back home, my eyes had once been described affectionately by a rather awkward ex of mine as the color of horses poop after eating fresh mown grass. My eyes were neither brown nor green and they didn't classify as exactly hazel either. No, my eyes were the same bright pale blue that I recognized from somewhere recently. While I couldn't place it at that moment, several days later I woke up from a dead sleep with a yeowl as I had realized it was the same blue as the bugger who had slammed my poor head into the brick wall back home. For now, I just blinked at my reflection and twitched my cute little pink nose. I was lost in thought when I heard a humming noise and glanced over to find myself with a completely undressed Arthur Kirkland regarding me with his hands on his hips. Thankfully he was covered at the waist by a towel, though it rode low and it looked like he had just slung it on loosely. I snatched my eyes up to his amused face.

"I had heard there were puppy-cats that followed your room to room, but I wasn't expecting this." he said with laughter, approaching the bed.

Approaching the bed.

That I was sitting on.

With no clothes on his person.

I nearly choked and backed away from him even as he reached for me.

"NopeNopenopenopenopenopenopenopenope. Clothing first mister, where did they go. Put some pants on and then we will talk. Why did you even take them off." The noises he heard were a startled chittering noise coming from me as I backed right off the edge of the bed, digging my claws into the bedspread and bringing it down with me in slow motion. The country peered around the bed laughing and insisting it was still him. I guess the fool thought I couldn't tell who he was without clothing. Humans were so dumb. He said something about taking a shower and I heard him walking away from where I was buried under the cover that practically glowed with my somehow blushing face. Anime is weird y'all. I stuck my nose out from under the cover to watch him retreat, though my eyes zeroed in on what looked like an electric guitar on his left buttock, though it was partially covered by the towel. I haven't been with him an hour and I've already seen the man naked.

Well that was one to tell the girls about later.

England... a now freshly showered and dressed in casual clothing man... finally joined the slight commotion I had started in the kitchen. The cat I had saw earlier was back again and in the house and he may have bolted from me, knocking the watering dish I hadn't noticed before over. He was a grumpy little fellow and while he wasn't exactly mean, the scottish fold was certainly uncertain about my existence in his home. I on the other hand, had learned the cats communicated in the same cat language that came across in my mind as english. It apparently wasn't but my mind automatically translated it into English somehow. Probably magic. Cool. By the time England had arrived, I had his cat backed into a corner and was drilling him with questions. I was being entirely friendly while doing so, though it didn't stop the other cat from looking uncomfortable. Slightly terrified would be a better description actually, but I was so happy to talk to another cat. I registered questions as coming out as purrs, and I let myself go limp without thought when the man scooped me up. He smelled good, so I rubbed my face along his chest as his voice rumbled. I was being scolded already.

"London, this is Rain... She'll be staying with us for a while. Rain, don't crowd him okay. He's a little shy... which you clearly are not." he stated, plopping me back down a few feet away from 'London' who watched us with a wary look but came up when his nation put his hand down towards him. I watched as the cat sniffed his fingers before butting his head into his hand lightly with a purr. He looked at me from under his persons fingers.

"I'm not sure what's going on, but he's seems to be okay with you being here. I guess you can stay." London started, lifting his head for chin scritchies that England gladly bestowed upon him. "I'll show you around the neighborhood later, there's lots of neat smells nearby." he concluded before being scooped up and covered with very unmanly kisses from Arthur. A small part of me inside fangirled over the super cute situation and I resolved to scribble down the scene once I had proper hands again. It took me a few moments to register there was something green flitting around England's head and my eyes dilated as I focused on Flying Mint bunny, who in turn focused on me and squeaked loudly, startling the nation he was flitting around. England set London down on a chair situated by the entrance door while he greeted his flying friend.

"Flying Mint Bunny! What are you doing here?" he asked, holding his hands out for the strange green creature to land in his hands. I watched as London hopped down from the chair, almost rolling his eyes as he wandered off, but I turned my gaze back on the country and the bunny that was now talking.

"Your cauldron overflowed while you were away and your basement is a mess. I don't know what you were working on last night but it sure does stink. Thought you should know." the bunny said before hopping out of his hands and swooping down to flutter near me.

The slight air buffeting from his wings made me sneeze and I rubbed a paw over my nose and shook my head. Was I able to see Flying Mint Bunny because I had seen the show? Or because of the practices I sometimes turned to back home...? I wasn't sure, but London had clearly looked as if he was used to his human being weird and didn't seem to even notice this creature. So I purred at him and stretched my nose out to smell him. Seems the mint wasn't just his color, he scented strongly of the plant as well. FMB flew closer seeing as I wasn't about to eat him and he landed in front of me on the floor on his hind legs. The green bunny standing on his hind legs only reached my shoulder when I was sitting down but he reached up with his little paws curiously to touch my face while he spoke to Arthur who was watching was a grin. "Your friend can see me!" he squeaked excitedly, though his expression was more confused than excited.

England squat down next to us and pet my head. "It's about time someone else besides myself saw you."

I blinked up at the nation and purred my half hearted laugh. "Yes, well... some of us cats are a little more special than others." I stated with a meow, not that he understood it. Flying Mint Bunny sprang back with a delighted laugh and zoomed circles around England's head, he laughed.

"Quit that you're making me dizzy." England said as I raised up on my hind legs, bracing one paw on the nations shin and playfully batted at the creature that was out of reach. The bunny only laughed again and flew off shouting.

"This is going to be so much fun!" The green creature left myself and England slightly confused and we shared a look that drew his thick brows together before he stood, seeming slightly unnerved. I was wishing the rabbit had stayed to translate between us, though I wasn't sure if the thing had even understood what I was saying either. England could talk to magical creatures, shouldn't he understand what I was saying? I mean... I was magical wasn't I? I was a human woman trapped in the body of a cat... England shook whatever thought he was having in his head away and sighed, moving further into the kitchen. I left him rummaging in a closet for cleaning supplies and went looking in search of the basement door, a little surprised he hadn't rushed down there to clean it up. Perhaps he was used to this happening and didn't feel the urgent need to rush. I gave up on trying to find it myself, and nearly tripped him when he came down the hallway with a mop and bucket full of soapy water.

"Come on~~ I wanna see your lair." I mao'd at him loudly as he nudged me out of the way with the toe of his foot. I was impatient. He yelled after me when I dashed down the stairs, not expecting me to run straight down. It was dark, but I wasn't surprised that I could see just fine. Bonus perks of being a cat and all... though the rank smell that reached my nose made me freeze in place and near gag, causing England to actually trip over me, throwing the bucket of soapy water everywhere across the stone floor. He cursed, picking himself up and fumbling blindly for the light on the side of the wall, I bounced up and smacked the switch button for him when I saw he was several feet off his mark. I kinda felt bad for tripping him after all. He blinked at me, shook his head muttering under his breath and surveyed the damage in the room. Steam was being thrown up where a tiny bit of water splashed onto still hot coals under a small fire pit on the far side of the room where a cauldron had actually overflowed. Flying Mint Bunny wasn't kidding about that. It was all green and gray foam everywhere with black crusty dried bubbles caked in places. I was vaguely reminded of a science experiment called Elephant toothpaste from middle school. The smell though, that reminded me of the time my great grandpa showed me and my other small cousins the home brewed peach wine he had fermenting. The rotten fruit smell was disgusting and I never could bring myself to try it. In fact, I never liked Peaches in general after that... though this smell was sickening and sweet, I couldn't place the undertones connected to it. This wasn't any kind of wine England had been brewing down here.

"This is going to take more than a bucket and a mop..." the Nation groaned to himself and made his way over to a work table lined with books. I gingerly picked my way across the room to join him, careful not to step in the mess. He ignored me when I hopped up on the table, though I saw his jaw clench slightly. There were papers strewn across the table and an open book... none of it in a language I recognized as England planted his palms on either side of the book and leaned over the table, looking over the diagrams. Looking over my shoulder at the mess in the greater part of the room, my new vantage point showed me there appeared to be chalk markings under the mess near the hearth.

"What were you trying to summon England?" I asked hopefully, sounding out my words carefully, though it still came out as one questioning meow. He started to shoo me away off the table and I smacked his hand, offended. "What did the riddle mean when it said you asked for help?" I added to my question, looking down at the papers. Some of the words swam in my vision, but remained blurry. He of course couldn't understand me but grumbled at me to stay put as he grabbed the spellbook off the table. He didn't bother with the cloak hanging on a peg next to the work space as he flipped through the book to find the right spell. He held out one hand recited what sounded like a bunch of gibberish with weird modern references thrown in with the words. Nothing happened. He growled in frustration and started again, and again nothing happened. I blinked at him owlishly when he glanced in my direction, and with an audience, he ground his feet into the floor slightly and squeezed his eyes shut, myself noticing he was wearing slippers at that moment. He started again while I turned to look at the pages strewn across the table again. I pawed through them and found several news paper clippings under some of the pages. International headlines, attacks, refugees, world chaos... It was some heavy shit he was trying to work against... When I heard him hiss between clenched teeth, I looked back and gaped at him because his outstretched hand was glowing faintly purple while everything in the room started shifting its way back to the cauldron, receding in on itself. He stopped reciting once the room was clean and dropped his hand once it stopped glowing. He cheesed proudly at me.

"See! I still have it." He declared, walking over to the cauldron and swinging it off the hot coals. He used the mop to push water over the floor onto them, causing smoke to billow into the room and us to flee the scene. He'd forgotten to open the chimney flue.

Evening was fast approaching when I set foot outside, seeing as the entire house was now smokey from the basement AND his attempt to make something special for dinner. Cat food had been a weird experience, but London swore up and down it was better than anything that the Englishman actually cooked himself. It seemed he fried decent fish, but London didn't care for fried fish himself. Claimed the breading was useless and got in the way of the real food. I kept my American comments to myself, suddenly craving fried chicken from one of my favorite fast food locations. I was not going to get used to dry cat food. After dinner, the Scottish fold led me outside. The sky was just turning colors and looked brilliant, though the other cat paid it no mind. He called over his shoulder for me when I was lost in the pink and orange fluffy clouds on the darkening violet sky. I bounced over to him with a purr. It wasn't nearly as humid as it had been earlier and everything smelled interesting outside. The tour was short, just around the house, but was a good chance to relieve myself behind a bush. Now THAT was even weirder than the cat food. London was a great cat and didn't question my very human need for privacy when using the bathroom. He even stopped me at the door when we were called in and helped me pull a leaf out of my fur. The cat reminded me of an uncle or grandpa or something. Maybe he was someones grandma trapped in a male cats body? So my first day in Hetalia ended with me curled up on a pillow situated in front of a window. I knew one thing at least...

England had definitely tried to summon someone or something.