I do not own Hetalia
As the train passed by underneath in a blur Amelia screamed into the ear of the man gripping her waist tightly. Not only was this whole fiasco terrifying the man was crushing her already abused ribs. Squeezing her eyes tight shut Amelia whimpered as the train thundered past, there was a moment of weightlessness and the train noise disappeared.
Opening her eyes she saw an astonishing sight, a very ornate tiled floor stared back. Twisting her head up she saw the masked nation grinning down at her.
"AAAAAAA1" she shriked and kicked out of his grasp, "What the Hell?" She scrambled away from the chuckling nation.
"Nice to meet you to, I'm Turkey," he said, bowing mockingly, "you may address me as master."
Amelia simply stared at him for a moment before screaming every swear word she knew at him and some of the little knick knacks he had laying around.
Turkey swore and skipped behind the couch, out of range of the livid American, "I will do no such thing perverted turkish bastard," she screamed, "Take me back damn you." The turk beat a hasty retreat to his office, with no intention of getting in the way of the lethal projectials.
Greece was sleeping, not surprisingly, when Scotland started thumping on the door.
"What?" He yelled sleepily and stopped when he saw who it was.
"I need to talk to you Greece," said Scotland, pushing past the sleepy man and barging in. Once they were situated in the kitchen Scotland didn't waste any time.
"That bastard Turkey took Amelia, I need your help."
Greece looked up from petting his cat and stared at him for a moment before handing the kitten.
"Go to Turkeys kittty, and get the girl." he mumbled and the kitten wriggled out of his grasp and ran somewhere in the house.
"What was that?" demanded Scotland, slamming his hands down on the table, "how am I supposed to rescue her with a CAT?"
"Don't worry," muttered Greece, "just take a nap." Scotland threw his hands up n ithe air, digusted and flopped down on the couch.
Amelia fell asleep on the floor, awkawdly cradling her ribs. When it was deemed safe Turkey finally poke his head into the living room, smirking at the human he picked her up, doing his best not to disturb her bruised chest cavity. Carrying her into the ancient chamber he himself had helped build he set her down on the bed and left, chuckling under his breath. As he shut the door he failed to see the tiny kitten run past his foot and into the bedchamber.
This particulars cat name was Athens and happened to be the embodiment of Athens, old as the city itself. Now Athens wasn't particularly fond of the Turk so going to his house was something she really didn't like. Jumping onto the bed she examained the sleeping human. Poor dear, she mused, definetly needs that sleep. Pressing her nose into the girls neck she breathes out softly. A gentle white light filled the room and when it died down there were two cats instead of one. Amelia had been transformed into a tiny tabby kitten with clear blue eyes. The human turned cat shifted in her sleep but didn't wake up. Chuckling to herself Athens grabbed the kitten by the scuff of her neck and walked statley to the window. Leaping up she manuvered between the bars and began her decent to the ground.
On the ground Athens took two flying leaps and disapeared in a haze of white light.
Greece woke up when he heard Athens scratching at the door, opening it he ignored the outraged cry from Scotland as Athen walked in and deposited the kitten on a spare cushion.
"Where is Amelia," ground out Scotland, crushing a beer can in his hands, "What was the point of the excersice?"
"Amelia is right there,' yawned Greece, "she's the tabby."
"What," demanded Scotland, "How is that possible?"
"How is anything we do possible," muttered Greece, eyes drooping and Scotland snapped his mouth shut. As Greece fell asleep Scotland scooped up the tiny tabby kitten and taking a step he was, a second later, right in front of his little cottage.
Scotland laid the cat down on the huge fluffy pillow at the head of the bed. Yawning in an excessivly cute manner Amelia snuggled up his red hair as he lay down next to her. Yawning himself, he fell asleep.
When Turkey woke up he shuffled sleepily into the American's room. Only to fidn that no one was there. An hour of frantic and fruitless searching later Turkey deemed her actually gone.
"Well hell, what am i supposed to do now?" He asked himself, sitting down on her bed. Glancing down somethign caught his eye. White fur.
"Greece you bastard," he snarled and ran out of the room.