I do not own Hetalia
Scotland woke up to pain in his cheek, bolting upright he saw the tabby kitten crouched against the pillow, hissing furiously.
"What?" He could understand her hissings but he could tell she wasn't happy. Cupping his bleeding cheek he moved over to the table, the wounded kitten couldn't follow him.
"Look, I asked Greece for help, when his cat brought you to me you were a cat. I don't know how to change you back but I'll take you to my brother when your ribs are healed." The tabby hissed unhappily but laid back down, her back to him. Scotland huffed and an idea struck. Scooping her up he ignored her hisses and squwaks and set her down on top of the couch cusions.
"I want my bed back," he explained to her indignant look. As he settled back onto his bed Amelia just sighed and settled into her new bed.
While Scotland Amelia was busy thinking. So I'm a cat, and have all the cat parts. Idlely she flicked her tail and inwadly sqealed, I am a cat! Might as well make the most of it, lolling her head back Amelia gave a deep purr and settled down to get more sleep, appy with the sun's rays on her still aching chest, being a cat is rather awesome.
"GREECE," bellowed Turkey, slamming open his former underling's door, "WHERE IS SHE?" Greece was snoozing, not surprising, on the couch, several cats on his chest. When Turkey slammed open the door he opened his eyes.
"Where is who," he yawned and the Turk grabbed his shirt front.
"You know who I'm talking about, give me the girl," Turkey snarled and Greece smirked.
"They didn't award custody to you, kidnapping her isn't going to chance that. So just go home and eat a snack."
Turkey simply tightened his grip and brought thier faces meer centimters apart, "I will have that girl, come hell or high water she will be mine." For the first time in ages Greece felt just a little terrified of the former empire and as the Turk left in a huff he struggled to regain his breathing.
"I think I need to call Scotland," he muttered and trudged to find a working phone.
Scotland was on a walk, holding a rather pleased Amelia in his arms as he headed toward the vet's office. For once it wasn't raining and the sun shone weakly through the clouds. It really was beautiful, there was a spring in his step and Amelia was greatly enjoying the view.
"If you think about it, these fields were at one point soaked with blood," he said and amelia glanced up at him and he gestured to the slooping pasture, "Before this road was built the highlanders fought all of the time. It was a horrible, bloody, vicious battle and nothing came of it," his voice went distant and eyes cloudy.
Amelia rubbed her head against his arm and he snapped back to present, "But that's over and now I've got you to take care of." He continued walking, leaving Amelia a little bemused.
"Well she looks healthy," said the vet and Amelia shot Scotland a haughty look or 'I-told-you-so. "Do you want me to give her some shots, maybe fix her?" While Amelia had a little spazz attack he looked thoughtful.
"No," he shook his head and Amelia calmed down, "just tell me what I need to do with her ribs."
While the vet washed her hands she said, "Don't let her move around that much and to give her lots of fish. Just don't let her get her ribs get messed up." The doctor shot Scotland a furious glare, "seriously, take care of her."
Allistor chuckled and carefully picked up the kitten, "See ya then."
"Bye Allistor, will I see you at the bar?"
"Maybe, I've got more buisness than usual to take care of," and he patted Amelia's nose, chuckling when she swiped at it, claws extended. "See ya."
Several weeks later Amelia was healed. Taking advantage of this she ran around the house until Scotland was annoyed enough to open the door. She was still as a kitten so Allistor had restricted her area of exploration to a meer few hundred yards around the house and water.
"So cute," he muttered, watching Amelia jump over leaves and gambol after butterflies.
Puffing Amelia walked up to his feet and pawed at his knee. Allistor was currently sitting in a lawn chair in the garden, watching her and Nessie.
"Are ye alright lassie?" Amelia nodded and he picked her up, "Tomorrow we're going to talk to Artie, alright?"
Amelia was immensly pleased and gave a rare show of affection by wrapping her tail around his wrist. As the sun soaked both of them neither could resist the heat and fell into a light doze.
It was a lovely Sunday, reflected England, taking a sip of tea. No meetings, no America, no work and strangley enough, no France.
There was a knock at the door.
"Of course I jinxed it," he grumbled and made his was to the door. Pulling it open he sighed in annoyance to see Scotland and a little kitten in his arms.
"Allistor," he said, nodding and Scotland brushed past him.
"So little brother, I need you to turn Amelia back into a human," he dumped her on the table and she sat primly down, glaring at him with an imperious eye.
England face palmed but since he had prepared himself for the inevitabilty of a spell going wrong he had a little extra serum left from when he turned America
into a large and overly cheerful feline, this was no problem. When he got back Allistor had found his alchol and was drinking slowly, Amelia was sniffing cautiously at the food on his plate and she wrinkled her nose at the smell.
"I don't know if I have enough but here you go," pouring the purtrud smelling liquid into a small saucer his lay the offering in front of her. Amelia huffed but took a few careful licks.
"Eww," Amelia whinned to herself but a a stern glare at Allistor she finally drank up the last of the nasty medicine crap. Blinking she sat back on her haunches and then collapsed onto her side.
"Best get her into one of the guest beds, she'll wake up in a few hours and will need some new clothes," said England, returning to his tea. Scotland looked ready to smack his annoying younger brother upside the head but instead he hoisted the kitten into his arms and left the room.
"Urh, someone turn off the sun," whinned Amelia and she rolled over, pulling a pillow over her eyes.
Wait a minute? Amelia shot up and glanced around and finally down.
"I have my body back?" She rolled the words around in her head, "I have my body back! I HAVE MY BODY BACK!" Amelia jumped up and proceed to dance around the room like crazy person wearing the oversized t-shirt America had left behind ages ago. A grin threatened to split her face in half as she rifled through the drawers, looking for clothes, then she saw the tail.
"Awww, is there a cat somewhere?" Wondered Amelia and she turned to see it, the tail disappeared from sight.
"What," spinning around she cast her eyes for the cat but only saw the retreating tail. Round and Round she spun, the tail always out of reach until finally she nabbed it.
"Ha ha!" she said and gave it a victorious tug...and proceeded to fall flat on her face, a stinging senation eminating from her rear end.
"What the Hell?" she demanded and followed the tail back to it's point of origin and screamed bloody murder.
Three seconds later Scotland slammed the door open to find Amelia holding a gray tail between her hands and screaming.
"Wha happened?" 'he demanded, broad sword in hand. Hands shaking she showed him her tail, "Ah, yer jes ah neko." he said and the broadsword disappeared while a confused look manifested itself on Amelia's face.
"What?" She asked, still strembling and Scotland poked something on her head, "do you mean by that?"
"Jes something that Japan told me, It's half person half cat, the pictures look pretty cute. Look in the mirror." Still shaking Amelia stood up, straightened out the shirt and glanced into the mirror.
"Holy Shit!" she gasped. Staring back at her was herself, just as she had been before she fell off the boat, short but proud and erect. Except this time she had a fluffy looking pair of gray cat ears on the top of her head and a tail the same color waving lazily behind her.
Scotland stood next to her and tousled her hair, "looks cute if you ask me." Huffing angrily Amelia whirled around and smacked his hand away.
"Well I didn't so beat it," she snapped and Allistor gave a hearty laugh.
"Jeez, I was really staring to miss your little spats," he gave a quick pat to her ears before strutting out of the room, grinning arrogantly, "Ya might want ta get dressed. There's food if you hurry." Amelia growled in annoyance and scowled at his retreating back. God he was annoying.
England was sniffing a new cup of tea when the American came thumping down the stairs wearing oversized clothes and a heavy scowl.
"Good evening to you too," he said, raising a bushy eyebrow and got only a grunt in response. "If you want to know where Allistor is he went out to get some new clothes for you, he'll be back soon enough, until then there is food on the stove." Arthur returned to his tea while Amelia inspected the food.
"Did you boil a dead cat?"
"What," Arthur looked up to see Amelia sniffing cautiously at the food.
"It looks like you brought home road kill for dinner."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY?"
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