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Chapter Summary: During a visit to Greece, Japan realizes that there is something wrong with his kittens - and it is clearly China's fault.

Ch. 4: Blehmew!

October 30, 12:40 PM

It began with a visit from China. As a fan of all things cute, China liked to see the kitties that crowded around Greece on a fairly regular basis, especially when he was "tired of dealing with mangy, stubborn, faithless dogs". Greece hadn't understood that part, but the last visit was odd in a number of ways. China had gotten very close to him and stated how hungry he was. For a while Greece was pretty sure they were going to have sex, which was fine with him. But they never did. China just kissed his neck, freaked out, and started apologizing. He'd shrugged and gone for more snacks. When he came back a couple kittens looked like they weren't breathing, but China played with them some more, letting them nibble his fingers, and they'd perked right up. The trouble is, now they are nibbling his fingers.

Greece blinks, a noise from the front door breaking into his thoughts. He's feeling sleepier than usual lately, and he is fairly certain he's been seeing things. Like flying cats.

"Hera-chan?" Japan calls, letting himself in after politely knocking and waiting for Greece to respond. "I brought some food!"

Greece rolls so that he can see the doorway. "Oh. How nice." Once Japan is close enough he pokes at him, just to make sure he's really there.

Japan raises an eyebrow. Greece is on the floor, half-naked, and poking at his foot. There is a cat sucking on his thigh. SUCKING ON HIS THIGH! "Hera!" He cries out, grabbing the kitten and sweeping it into his arms, not caring as it hisses and yowls angrily at him. "BAD! Bad kitty!"

Greece frowns, watching the little pinprick bites on his leg disappear. "It's okay, he's just playing. They've been getting antsy lately. Maybe some of the girls are going into heat."

Japan gasps as the kitten flies out of his hands and perches on the fridge, glaring down at him and licking its paw. His eyes scan the room... three, no four others. And they're all hanging upside down like bats from the ceiling fan. "Seen Yao lately?"

"Yes. Why? Did he say something?" Hera is fairly certain that Kiku would not approve of even the prospect of sex with Yao. He starts to sit up in order to defend himself, and the world spins. Huh. He's been getting a few of these dizzy spells lately.

"Hera!" Kiku drops to his knees, gently lowering Heracles back to the floor. His temperature is quite low; that's not an encouraging sign. "He's... Ah... Well..." He reaches up to the counter and pulls down his thermos of tea. "Here. Drink this."

Greece drinks, for Kiku's tea is always delicious. It helps his head clear, too. "Thanks. It's weird, I don't know why that keeps happening. I hope I'm not getting sick." With Kiku's help he is able to make it to his feet, and one of the kitties from the ceiling glides down to land on his shoulder. It rubs his cheek affectionately until he scratches it, and then it starts purring.

Kiku glares at the kitten. It gives him a sly little look, purring against Hera's throat. "Oh no you don't." He growls, lifting the cat and dropping it on the counter. He sets Hera down in a chair at the table and starts practically force-feeding him. "You need soup! And dumplings! And... and I have some bulgogi here."

Greece pets the kitten on the table. It blinks at him with pretty little red eyes and he smiles back. "Aren't they sweet? I bet I could sic them on Turkey, with a bit of training. That would be fun. They seem to really like red, raw meat, though they lick it more than eat it. Strange."

"Ah..." Japan shoves a dumpling into Greece's mouth. "There's something you should know about Yao. He's not exactly an average nation. At all. I made him promise not to hurt you, however..." He glares at the kitten, yet he can't help but melt when it rubs against his hand.

Does this mean Kiku knows about the almost-sex? Maybe Yao likes it very rough. That would explain his relationship with Ivan. "It's okay. I don't think I'd mind so much," says Heracles.

Kiku gasps, drawing his hands away. "Did... Did he...?" He reaches over to check for scars. It seems the kittens have been everywhere. Thankfully, none of the marks are bigger than a kitten's mouth.

Hera swallows. He probably shouldn't say anything, but if Kiku already knows something about the incident, he shouldn't hide the truth from him. "No, but we got...close."

"Oh My God, Hera!" Kiku cries out, pulling him into a hug. He couldn't stand it if Yao did to Hera what he'd done to him so many times. Yao doesn't even care about Hera! What if he slipped up and drank too much? He'd lose Heracles forever. "Please, don't ever, ever let him! I couldn't stand to lose you!"

Greece returns the hug, shocked by how much it means to him. "You wouldn't lose me. I like you best of all."

Japan sighs into his neck, his hands sliding into Greece's hair as he pulls away to kiss him, worry tinting every sweep of his tongue. "It doesn't matter." He looks over his shoulder and finds three cats now on the table, watching him with red eyes. Two others are on the ceiling light, and one more is flying upside down above their heads. Six, then. "Yao's... urges. Sometimes they go too far. You must be safe, Hera."

Greece chuckles, offering deeper kisses in return. "I lived with Sadik. I can handle Yao. I bet his urges aren't nearly as weird."

Considering the fact that just this morning Turkey had him wear a costume that resembled a harem girl while hand-feeding him sushi and warm milk, Japan isn't going to argue. However, while Turkey's habits are strange, they are not dangerous. He shakes his head. "Yao is a vampire. And it appears he's been snacking on your kitties."

"So he likes to bite during sex?" That kitties are involved...well, the kitties always end up watching, but that's largely because they can't be bothered to leave. Greece shrugs. "Sometimes Sadik used the cat'o'nine tails."

"No. Literally, a vampire- Wait. What are you talking about?" Japan jolts up, hands tacking themselves to his hips. "Did you have sex with him?!"

Greece raises an eyebrow. "I already told you, no, we never actually did. Isn't that what you were talking about?"

"NO!" Japan steps back and throws up his hands, scaring the kitties into flight. "You almost had sex with him?! And then he turned your kitties and left, is that right?! I don't believe this! I should've stayed at Sadik's!"

Greece reaches after him, catching Japan's shoulder thanks to a flurry of flying kitties. "I don't understand. You mean the kitties are...you were at Sadik's?! You...you had sex with HIM! Why are you upset with me for something I didn't do, when you're the one actually screwing that bastard!"

"I'm upset, because he's a vampire!" Japan whines, taking hold of Greece's hand. "A vrykolka? Literally. He's been sucking blood longer than I have been alive. And my blood, too!"

Greece tilts his head, feeling that he should be a great deal more upset by this. Mostly he feels sort of lethargic. "A vampire? Really? Huh." He shakes his head. "But...you had SEX with SADIK?!"

Japan groans, dropping his head back and rolling his eyes to the ceiling. "Like you haven't?" he says, reaching up to feel Greece's forehead before getting up and yanking open the fridge.

Greece opens his mouth, then closes it. He could counter with the fact that he's slept with a lot of people, so arguably the occasion(s) with Turkey counted less for him. But that will just get him into more trouble. He reaches for a kitty, kissing at it until it climbs into his lap.

"Blehmew!"

"BAD kitty!" Japan snatches the kitten out of Greece's fingers, glaring at it as it hisses, baring its fangs. "You need sugar. And food. Drink this." He hands Greece a bottle of apple juice, still searching the fridge until he comes across the remains of a sandwich.

"I called her, it's okay for her to sit. We just need to train them to bite Sadik instead. They're only babies, they don't know any better." Greece drinks the juice anyway, playing with the kitties between sips.

Kiku shoves the sandwich into Hera's hand. "You can't train them if they think they can eat you!"

"You can train anything. Even Sadik - with the correct incentive." Hera puts the sandwich down and picks up a kitty, cuddling it against his chest to keep it safe from Kiku. "Yao didn't bite me. So there's hope."

"Yao didn't bite you because I threatened to chop his balls off last time he tried," Kiku snaps, turning to the cabinets to see if there's soup or something he can heat up. Heracles needs more nutrients than that sandwich can give him. Physically and mentally, apparently. "You have Yao over for lunch, and you get upset because I sleep with Sadik? Honestly, you have no room to talk about bad company."

"It's different!" Hera argues. "Sadik's a bastard. Yao's...a vampire, apparently. Lunch is different than sex." He glowers, petting the kitty. This one is a little tamer. It rubs against him, but doesn't even try to take a nibble. "Good kitty! You're just hungry, right? We'll find you something."

"Blehpurrrr," says the kitten, kneading Mine's veins.

"As if you never sleep with anyone else! I can't even count the number of times I've caught you with Sadik! At least I don't throw stones. Yao is different, Hera! He doesn't need to sleep with you to get to you." He glares at one a grey kitten that is getting too close, making it change direction very fast. He has to help Hera come back from his blood loss. The rest of this can wait. "Eat your sandwich. And do not let that kitten bite you. I mean it."

Greece takes the sandwich. "M'sorry it upsets you so much. But it's not the poor kitties' fault. We should find them a nice fat rat." As if on cue, a little black kitten darts from the ceiling to drop a bloodless rat on the table, very proud of herself.

Japan sighs, knowing it's somewhat useless to fight right now. He crouches by Greece, running a hand through his hair. "I know it's not their fault. I'm sorry too."