Welcome to Day 10 - With Animal Ears!

Kawaii~ Warning for two adorable nekos!

"You guys are cute . . . Like cats . . ." droned Greece tiredly, nuzzling a black cat near his face.

"These ears and tail make me look stupid!" England reached up to remove the headband.

"No! Come on, you're so adorable! All we need is makeup," America stopped England from taking it off.

England resisted a smile when he saw America with blond cat ears and tail. He was certain that he was the most lovable thing he'd ever seen!

Behind the two, one of England's magical friends giggled and pointed a small wand at the two. A tingling sound hit their ears, and poof!

"What the—" America yowled.

The couple had turned into cats! They were both white-colored. England had a light brown patch over his green eye, a brown tail and his thick eyebrows. America had thick, fluffy, dark brown neck fur that extended down to his chest, a dark brown tail, blue eyes, and what looked like markings of his eyeglasses.

"Hey! Turn us back, Sarah!" England growled at the little green fairy, who was busy falling on the floor from their cute charm.

Sarah shook her head and disappeared. England scowled and his fur ruffled. Suddenly, there was a loud thud.

"Greece? You okay?" America peered at the cat-loving nation, who had fallen on the carpeted floor, cats swarming around him with a huge smile on Greece's face. Hearts seemed to pop out of his head as he fanboyed over the two felines.

"You two little kitties are so cute! Come with me, oui?" France smiled when he spotted the two adorable cats walking along the streets.

"We can't tell him we're human! We'll never live it down!" America quickly said in cat-language.

"Fine, but if he pulls anything funny . . ." England trailed off.

France walked over and scooped the two toms up. He petted the two while he walked back to his normal house, humming. The blond unlocked the pale blue door, placing the cats on his purple couch.

"I'm going to go get some cat food, okay?" France smiled and walked out of his living room.

England immediately jumped off the couch, looking around for an escape. The doors leading out of the area were all closed, and England knew they were tightly closed. France always shut his doors carefully, so his white cat wouldn't go sneaking around in his house and possibly break something. A lush, purple carpet made England's paws sink into the ground.

"Why are you on the floor? France's going to give us food! Let's enjoy that while we still can!" America meowed loudly, slicing through the quiet. He jumped down, landing on top of England.

"Stop that, idiot! Why would you want to spend time with that frog? Hey, get off!" England's fur puffed up so that he was twice his size as he and America rolled around on the floor.

"But you're so cute!" America cuffed him lightly on the head, laughing as the angry tom attacked him.

They fought for a while, until they noticed that the small noises that were emitting from the kitchen had ceased.

"Bonjour, little kitties! I have a meal for you!" France laughed at the sight of the ruffed up cats. "Here you go."

Both England and America were given a plate of luxurious cat food, and they wolfed it down in seconds. Even England would have to admit that France was an amazing cook (though, not as good as him, obviously).

"Your fur is messy. I'll help you clean it," America mewed and began to lick England's head, smoothing down the ruffled fur.

"Well, yours is too. I guess I'll help you." England turned towards his boyfriend and rasped his little, pink tongue over America's ears.

"If my cat wasn't at Greece's house, I would have let him play with you two," France commented, sparkling.

America and England continued to work until each of their fur was down, both of them moving over one last hair when . . . Poof! They grew until they were human again, England and America's tongue in the other's hair (on their head, duh).

France was left with his mouth hanging open rather unattractively before regaining his composure.

"No way! That was you two?! Did a spell go wrong or something, England?!" France burst into laughter.

England reddened and quickly backed away from America. "N-no! Sarah cast a spell—"

"Yeah, Sarah. As in the fairy? I think you need professional help, England," France managed to say before dissolving into uncontrollable laughter. "I only wish that I'd gotten a picture! You two just ate cat food! A-and th-then you licked each other! Haha, oh mon Dieu!"

Nekotalia~ When I said that France was sparkling, I meant that he was being bishie. I hope this length and the adorableness makes us for the shortness of yesterday's!