^^ Yay! It's time for Alfred's super fun plans~ ;3 This is going to involve, uh, tail rape? Lol, I don't know what to call it. I feel bad for torturing Artie like this, but... I just can't help it! So enjoy~


"Alfred." Arthur said in his 'I'm-not-in-the-mood-for-your-idiocy-Alfred' tone. And yes, he has a specific tone for that. Alfred wasn't actually doing anything… Yet. But Arthur could just tell that he had something planned and Arthur didn't want to have any part of it.

"What? I haven't even said anything yet!" Alfred exclaimed, throwing his hands up quite dramatically. "You can't start using that tone with me if I haven't said anything yet!"

"You don't need to say anything, I can just tell." Arthur closed the book he had been looking though, giving up any and all hope of finding the spell he was looking for that'd be rid of his pesky tail and cat ears. He'd have to look for it later, when Alfred wasn't bent on distracting him.

Alfred pouted and whined. "That's not even fair, dude."

"Sorry, love, but life isn't always fair." Arthur said simply. He stood up to put the book away in a place where Alfred wouldn't bother with it, knowing well that he would mess with it if he were to leave it sitting out. He had his back turned towards Alfred. Bad move, Arthur, bad move.

Arthur was about to turn back around after setting the book neatly on a nearby shelf but before he could do so he found himself being tackled from behind onto the ground.

"Alfred!" Arthur wailed as he fell to the ground, landing on his stomach with Alfred on top of him. He struggled to try and get away but Alfred, being as heavy as he is, had him pinned down pretty good. "Get off of me this instant, Alfred!" He growled as he continued to struggle, though it was to no avail.

"Make me!" Alfred challenged, grinning even though Arthur obviously couldn't see him. "I said I had something totally awesome planned and I'm not taking no for an answer, Artie~"

Arthur growled but stopped struggling none the less. "Fine! What is it you have planned then?"

"Glad ya asked!" He beamed as he absently started to play with Arthur's tail. This greatly annoyed the Brit but he kept quiet about it for now. "Well, first we're going to…" Alfred trailed off. He had gone from idly playing with Arthur's tail to scratching at the base of it. The reaction he got from doing this was a rather amusing one.

"D-Don't do t-that!" Arthur snapped, or at least tried to. It was more or less cut off by him mewling in a rather pathetic way. And once again Arthur was back to squirming to try and get away from Alfred if only to keep his sanity intact rather than being crushed to death. He was trying as hard as he could to keep back the cat-like reaction he knew came with scratching at the base of a cats tail but it was becoming more and more difficult to do so. "A-Alfred." It came out as a half-moan half-growl, a rather weird sound.

Alfred smirked, now coming up with a better plan then he'd had before. He watched as Arthur's cheeks began to turn a dark shade of pink before saying. "Change in plans, Artie~" And with that, he added a bit more pressure while scratching at the base of Arthur's tail. He was determined to get more of a reaction from the Briton.

And that was about all Arthur could take. Any rational human thoughts were gone, leaving only the cat ones to take over. Arthur clawed at the grounded underneath him, still making small mewling noises. Alfred pressed just little bit harder, moving slightly down a bit. Finally he'd gotten the reaction that he wanted. Arthur had stopped clawing at the ground and was now, instead, licking and nipping at his hands. Alfred had found what is sometimes referred to as the 'lick button'. How or why he knew what and where this was is a complete mystery.

He grinned to himself. He could hear Arthur purring underneath him. Now he had to find what is called the 'ass button'. But Alfred didn't get much time to search for the 'ass button' for it seemed that Arthur's rational human thoughts were quickly returning to him. And once fully returned, to say that Arthur was pissed would be a bit of an understatement. Before Alfred knew it, he was thrown off from where he sat on Arthur.

Landing on his ass pretty hard, he complained. "Ow! Artie, that hurt!" He turned around to face Arthur.

Emerald green eyes glared darkly at him accompanied with a scowl and a low, threatening growl. "Alfred!" Arthur was crouched down like he was going to pounce. So maybe all rational thought hadn't quite returned to Arthur yet. His ears were pointed back slightly, while his tail twitched back and forth in an agitated way. He crawled only a tiny bit closer to Alfred, leaning back into the crouched position he was in, preparing himself for pouncing.

Alfred 'eeped' in a very manly way, before scrambling to get away. He didn't get to far, though. Soon it was now Arthur sitting atop Alfred. Of course, if Alfred had really wanted to he could get away easily, being a lot stronger than Arthur. But Arthur just looked way to scary to even try getting away now.

"Don't you ever do that again." Arthur ordered. On the outside it seemed as if Arthur was pissed, well he was, but he was more confused then mad. Curse these cat feelings and thoughts. They were really starting to mess with poor Arthur now. Scratching had felt, well to put it simply, truly amazing. Truth be told, he actually hadn't wanted Alfred to stop. But at the same time he didn't want to give in to the cat persona that was now living inside him. He wanted to be in control. Though with how things were going, it seemed that he was losing his control over his own body. It was starting to worry Arthur. But then again, it had felt so good. Why not enjoy it?

Arthur stopped his train of thought there. He stared down at the now paled faced American underneath him and sighed. He slid off so that he was now sitting next to Alfred. "I'm sorry, love..." He was going to say more but decided against it.

Alfred sat up and pouted slightly. "Hey, you stole my line!" He pulled Arthur onto his lap, and was pleasantly surprised by the lack of any objection to this action. "Love ya, Artie~"

Arthur didn't say anything for a short moment, but when he did reply he said, "Love you too, stupid git."


Snow… It's snowing where I live and I don't like it. ;A; I really hate snow… And the cold. *Huddles under heating blanket and drinks tea* Aa~ Much better! ^^ Shall I ask some questions now? I think I shall~!

1: What is your favorite kind of tea?

2: Do you guys know about the 'ass button' or the 'lick button' on cats? It's kinda funny, actually. X3

3: What's the weather like where you live?

4: It is my head canon that Arthur uses the term 'git' (mainly towards Alfred) as a sort of endearing term. Like how Alfred calls Arthur 'Artie'. Am I the only one who thinks this?

Now to do what I am supposed to be doing. Practicing my cooking show for Spanish. Adios~ Oh, and please review! I enjoy reading what you guys have to say.