And thus...the climax finally arrives! FYI, there's a hidden 'Ratatouille' reference in here somewhere! Review if you find it ;)
Chapter 9
"I guess this is good-bye huh?" America asked.
"I suppose it is," Britain said softly.
"Will you come visit us?" Sealand asked.
America smiled, "Of course, tiger; I'll tag along with Alfred whenever I can," he said.
"Thank you for helping us Mr. America," Wy said.
"We'll miss you," Seborga said. The kittens then walked forward and nuzzled against America.
"I'll miss you too; you remember to be good alright?" America said nuzzling them back. The kittens nodded and walked back to their father.
Britain stepped towards America with a blush on his face, "America…I-" he began but was cut off as America placed a small lick on his cheek, "See you around Britain," he said and followed Alfred out the door.
Britain sat in the doorway, slightly dazed at what had just happened until Arthur's voice snapped him out of it, "How about I make you all some extra special milk and crème? You must be starving," he said. The kittens meowed in agreement and followed Arthur towards the kitchen. They passed the doorway to the living room where Scott was waiting.
Spain bounded down the stairs towards them and yelled, "Look out for the-!" but it was too late. Scott had covered the cats with a small sack and began to tie it tightly.
The cats meowed and yowled loudly as they struggled causing Arthur to turn around to witness the scene, "Uncle Scott, what are you doing?" Arthur demanded.
Scott held the sack and pulled out his pistol with his other hand, "Keep your mouth shut and I won't shoot," he said. Arthur's eyes widened with horror and slowly raised his hands above his head slightly. With the mouth of the pistol pressed into his back, Scott directed Arthur into his office and shut the door before Spain could enter after them.
He placed the sack containing the cats next to the door, jammed his pistol into his pocket, and grabbed Arthur's arms. He folded his forearms behind him and began tying them with a thick, rough coil of rope causing Arthur to yelp in pain as he tightened the knots. Scott then pulled a chair up, sat Arthur in it, and began to tightly wrap more rope around his ankles and just above his knees.
"Scott, what are you doing?! Let me go!" Arthur yelled as he struggled against the painful restraints.
"Sorry lad, but your dad's inheritance is going to a much better candidate," Scott said standing up.
Arthur's eyes widened, "The inheritance? That's what this is all about?" he asked in disbelief; this couldn't be real. This wasn't the Scott he knew!
"I'm afraid so; if it was just you in front of me, it would be different; but your blasted cats had to be next in line before me!" Scott said jabbing a finger at the sack and pulled out his pistol, "Now, I could kill you and your cats right now," he said pressing the gun to Arthur's forehead as the boy began to bead with sweat, "But I think that drowning would be less consequential for me," he said and put the gun away.
Before Arthur could say another word, Scott stuffed a large cloth into his mouth before wrapping another cloth tightly around his head to keep the first cloth in.
Spain scanned the door looking desperately for a way to get inside and he heard the cats' voices on the other side of the door, "I told you it was Scott!" Sealand was saying.
"Oh, shut up Sealand!" Seborga responded.
"Children, this is not the time for such behavior!" Britain scolded.
"Britain! Gatitios! Can you hear me?" Spain called.
"Spain, is that you?" Britain's voice came through the door.
"Si! Are you alright?" the mouse responded.
"Spain, you have to get help!" Britain said.
"Go and find Mr. America!" Wy cried.
"He can help!" Seborga agreed.
"America?" Spain asked.
"He's Alfred's cat! Go find them!" Sealand cried. Spain nodded as a plan formulated in his mind. He ran to the room next to the office and scrambled into his mouse hole. He ran through the walls until he came to the office. He snuck along the wall and climbed into Scott's desk where the letter to Roderich was sitting.
Unfortunately, Scott spotted him at the last minute. Spain grabbed the letter and made a break for the open window. Scott lunged for him as Spain leapt through the window. The wind blew under the letter in his mouth causing it to act like a kite as he safely glided to the ground.
Scott watched in anger as the mouse scampered down the street and turned back to Arthur, "We'll have to speed up your delivery," he growled yanking Arthur's head back by the hair resulting in a muffled yelp of pain. Scott then grabbed the human sized sack and stuffed Arthur inside; he was going to have to be quick if he wanted to get out of this cleanly.
Spain ran down the road with the letter in his mouth until he spotted Alfred and the cat next to him who he assumed was America, "Hey! Stop!" Spain attempted to yell with the letter still in his mouth.
He ran in front of America, spit the letter out and held up both his paws, "Stop; are you America?" he asked.
"Yeah," America answered, "and who're you?"
"America, what's going on?" Alfred asked who had stopped and was walking back towards them.
"My name is Spain! I came to tell you, Arthur's Uncle Scott; he's planning to kill Britain and the kittens!"
"What?!" America yelled in horror as Alfred knelt down to look at the mouse. Spain then saw his chance to alert Alfred of the situation; he picked up the letter and walked towards Alfred who held out his hand for him to climb onto (Alfred was very kind to animals so mice didn't bother him).
"What do ya have there?" he asked as he took the letter from Spain's mouth before placing him back on the ground. Alfred skimmed the letter as his eyes widened with anger when he finished and made sense of what was going on.
"America; you get back to the house and try to stall Scott; I'll get Prussia and the alley cats, we may need back up on this one," Alfred ordered. America nodded and lowered his head to let Spain climb up before they ran back towards the house.
Alfred ran as fast as he could to an alley that was near his apartment, "Prussia! Dudes! Where are you guys?!" he called. A collective sound of meows were heard before the five cats appeared and ran towards the familiar human, "Listen up cats; Britain, the micro-cats, and their owner are in trouble. America's heading their now and he's gonna need back up!" Alfred explained.
Prussia and the cats nodded in understanding and followed Alfred back towards Arthur's house.
America and Spain arrived back at the house as fast as possible. America crept up to one of the windows where they spotted Scott holding a small sack and heaving a much larger sack over his shoulder before walking out the back door. He jogged to the stable with America and Spain following. They peeked through the window where they watched Scott placed the larger sack in a large red trunk before dropping the smaller sack on top.
"Farewell Arthur; it's been fun," Scott said as he slammed and clicked the trunk shut with a master lock, "But I'm afraid it's time we parted ways for good!"
Spain quickly snuck into the stable and alerted Belgium who was taking an afternoon nap in her stable. Meanwhile, America slinked through door and up onto the hayloft as Scott made to push the trunk out the door, "I hope you taught your cats how to swim Arthur, because they're going to need it," Scott said.
America let out a loud meow before leaping onto Scott's shoulders and sinking his claws into his skin. Scott yelled out as he ripped the cat off him; he pulled out his gun and glared at the hissing alley cat, "Well, it seems Britain and the kittens made a friend while on their little journey, how sweet," Scott said sarcastically.
Britain, who was listening to the whole scenario, felt his heart lift as he heard Scott's words, "America! Is that you?!" he called causing the kittens to perk up, "America?"
"Mr. America's here?"
"Where is he?"
America's ears twitched at the familiar voice, "Hold on Britain! I'll get you out of this; hero's promise!" he called back.
The cat made to leap at Scott again with his claws ready to strike and managed to latch onto his arm. America sunk his teeth into his hand causing him to drop the gun. Belgium saw her chance and stamped on it as hard as she could with her front hooves; the small pistol shattered and Scott growled in anger before throwing America off his arm and against the wall. America fell to the ground a bit dazed and watched through bleary vision as Scott went to open the stable door to push the trunk out.
But he quickly regretted the decision as he was tackled by Prussia and the alley cats the moment he opened the door. Alfred followed them in and landed a hard punch on Scott's cheek before grabbing him by the shirt collar and yelling, "Where's Arthur you bastard?!"
Arthur's eyes widened at the voice. He tried to call out, but the gag was doing an effective job of keeping him quiet as they only came out muffled.
"Like I would tell you, mail boy!" Scott sneered. America, who had just come to his senses, ran towards the trunk and meowed to Alfred.
Alfred ran over to the trunk while the alley cats took care of Scott and rapped on the trunk, "Artie, are you in there?" he called. He barely heard the muffled response and quickly set to work on the lock only to be shoved away by a scratched up Scott with a sharp sickle now in hand. The cats tried to jump on him, but the sickle being waved everywhere limited their distance to keep from getting gutted.
America's eyes scanned the stable for anything that could help until he formulated a plan in his mind; he looked at Alfred who seemed to be thinking the same thing. America let out a few meows to the other cats as well as Bella and Spain to let them know his plan and they all sprang into action.
Prussia and Germany continued to leap at Scott to keep him distracted while Spain crept up to his feet. The mouse quickly untied his shoelaces and retied them together limiting Scott's distance and causing him to wobble. This allowed Germany to leap onto his hand and make him drop the sickle for Alfred to pick up. Scott took a few leaps towards him but then found he couldn't move; to his horror, Bella had grabbed onto the back of his shirt with her teeth.
Denmark and Russia, who had climbed up into the hayloft, threw down a large harness which pinned the man's arms to his sides. Korea, for an extra touch, threw down a bucket full of water which landed right on Scott's head. Alfred grabbed a hook attached to a rope and hooked it onto the back of the harness around Scott and pulled the end of the rope to lift him into the air.
Scott swung up and towards Belgium who gave him a fierce kick sending him flying out of the harness. He shakily got to his feet only to be punched by Alfred. He staggered backwards where America was waiting up in the hayloft. He pushed a large hay bale with all his might over the edge and it landed square on Scott's head causing him to collapse out cold. Russia grabbed a large stick and he and the other alley cats surrounded Scott in case he woke up while Alfred and America went back to the trunk.
"Here, let me," Belgium said. The horse walked over and gave the lock a hard kick causing it to snap off. Alfred opened the trunk, placed the smaller sack on the ground and carefully lifted the larger sack out bridal style. He gave the rope around it a sharp yank causing to come loose and the sack fell away to reveal a tied up Arthur. Alfred quickly undid the cloth around his mouth and took the now damp wad of fabric out of his mouth.
Arthur gasped for air as Alfred worked on the ropes around his arms, "Are you okay?" Alfred asked with concern as he untied Arthur's arms and began to work on his legs, "I-I think so," Arthur said shakily, rubbing his sore arms and shivering slightly.
Meanwhile, America was teasing the rope around the sack holding the cats and managed to open it. The kittens all tumbled out as Britain shook the rest of the sack off. The kittens all rushed to America happily, "You all okay?" he asked.
"Yep!" The kittens chirruped, and Britain smiled, "Yes, thanks to you,"
Alfred took off his trench coat and placed it around the shivering Brit's shoulders as he helped him to his feet and led him back towards the house, "Keep an eye on him cats; if he tries anything just knock it out of him," Alfred said to the cats. After getting inside they immediately called the police.
A few moments later, all the cats including Spain and Belgium were grinning as they watched Scott get dragged away by the police. Sealand hissed, spat and arched his back at Scott causing Britain and America to laugh.
Alright! Just one more chappie to go! I be sure to put it up before winter break starts! Epic fight scene is epic! Hope you liked it! :D
Review! Especially if you find the hidden reference!
