Day 10: With Animal Ears

Arthur was sitting on the couch reading his long ago abandoned book when Alfred sat down next to him with a sigh the following week.

"Hello, love," he said without looking up from the book. Alfred merely meowed in response. England was momentarily taken back by this but shrugged it off.

He resumed his reading. A few minutes later, America meowed again, only this time, rubbing against England's hand. Arthur sighed and supported the book's weight on his other hand.

Alfred began pawing England's arm, making him set his book down. So much for finishing that book, huh?

"My God, Alfred. You're just as bad as a ca- Why in heaven's name are you dressed as a cat?!" Arthur exclaimed shocked.

"Meow~!" America rubbed against England's hand again.

"I am not petting you, if that's what you're asking." America pouted some and rubbed against his shoulder this time. "Bloody hell, America. Speak!"

Alfred sighed, feeling a little hurt at hearing his nation name. "Fine. Dude, I'mma cat!"

"Really? I thought you were a fish," Arthur answered sarcastically. "Please do tell me why you are a cat. Grace me with your wisdom."

"I'unno. Just felt like dressin' up as one. I found the ears in my closet and I was all 'aww why not!' so I painted on the whiskers and nose."

"Wow. Just wow."

"And I found another pair of cat ears! Meaning-"

"Oh dear God no."

"-you get to wear them too!"

"I refuse to."

"No ain't an option, dork!" America stood up and slung the island nation over his shoulder earning many profanities.

"You also have a tail!?" he yelled trying to break free of the American's grip. Why was he so strong?

Alfred laughed. "'Course I do! I wouldn't be a cat without one!" He walked up the stairs with Artie still on his shoulder. When he got to his bedroom, he sat his love on the bed and placed cat ears upon his head.

"You truly are an idiot," Arthur said.

"I may be an idiot, but I'm your idiot!"

"I'm so honored," he said sarcastically.

"Well you should be!" Al answered, oblivious to the sarcasm.

"Shut up." Alfred laughed and kissed his cheek, making him blush harshly.

"Wuv you, Iggy!"

"You, too, Alfred."

"Why don't you say it?"

"Say what?"

"'I love you'. You never say it back," America said frowning slightly.

"I'm sorry. I never realized it," England answered, honestly having not known. "I guess I'm not used to it."

"Oh... Okay! Japan told me that people like you don't say it often anyway! You show your love another way!" England blushed harder. America did too, having realized his choice of wording. "Gah, Artie! Get your head outta the gutters! I didn't even think of it that way until you pointed it out!"

"That's why you think before you talk!"

"I do think before I talk! I thought it was just fine until you had to French it up! You're just like Francey."

"Take that back. I am nothing like that Frog."

Alfred smiled. "Uh huh. But he looks better, you know?"

That blew a fuse in the Brit. He stood up and shoved America to a wall, panting heavily.

Alfred smirked. "Bad kitty," he said flicking the kitty ears still on England's head. "I think I might have to tame you." He winked before kissing Arthur not on the forehead, but on the lips instead.

Arthur kept his hold on America, still pushing him against the wall, but he relaxed some in the kiss.

When they broke, Alfred started laughing.

"What is so funny?" Arthur yelled.

"Dude, your face was hilarious! If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under." Arthur tried to keep a straight face but failed. He laughed along with the other blond.

Indeed, Alfred may be an idiot. But he was Arthur's and wouldn't trade him for anyone else in the world.

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