A/N- Ciao~ I'd like to thank everyone that alerted this or reviewed! ^^ So anyways, here's chapter 1. I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter, but I'm just making this up as I go along X3

DISCLAIMER-I don't own Hetalia, if I did, then the Nordics would appear more often~

Chapter 1

England's POV

What happened? I moaned as I felt something shift on top of me. A few hisses and meows could be heard as I shrugged the lump that was lying on top on me off. Wait, hissing? Meowing? And was it just me, or was this lump furry. . .?

A white pile of fur whined as he got to his paws. Yes,I said paws. He also had a mane of brown fur around his neck, with an odd strand of hair sticking up on top of his head very similar to America's. . .

"Ow, Iggy, that hurt!"

Scratch that, this was America. And he was a cat.

A bloody cat.

Looking around, I see several other cats too. I look at my reflection in a nearby puddle, and apparently, I'm a cat too. I have white fur with a patch of ginger around my left eye. I also have a ginger tail, and a silver collar hangs around my neck. My ears are flapping downwards, and I'm guessing that I'm a Scottish fold, since they're quite popular at my brother's place.

"Mon dieu!" A long haired cat exclaims. I know without a doubt that it's France, since one, he's speaking French, and two, he looks like a bloody frog. He catches a glance at what appears to be my "perfectly normal" eyebrows, and rushes over to me. "Angleterre! Is this another one of your attempts at magic?" He asks as he rushes over to me.

"No you bloody frog!" Looking down at my paws, I shift uncomfortably, "Well,everything was going fine until the bloody git showed up." I mumble.

Speaking of the bloody git, America finally seemed to regain his composure. "OH MY GOD, WE'RE CATS!" The idiot exclaims. As if it wasn't obvious enough.

"Yes moron, it seems that we've been turned into cats after you interrupted me while I was casting a spell." I said.

"Angleterre! Don't you remember what happened last time you used magic?" The Frenchman- er, I mean cat, yelled.

"Uh. . . Iggy, I don't think we're alone."

Ignoring the wine-freak's comment, I look around the clearing again, and I see that the bloody git is right. There must be at least fifteen nations here. I also see a long furred white cat approaching me. He has a red ribbon tied around his neck, with blue and white stripes on it, sort of like the pattern on the Norwegian flag.

"England, did you try to use magic again?" The cat asks.

"Yes," I admit, "but everything was going fine until this bloody idiot showed up!" I pointed my tail towards America, who appeared to be chasing his tail like a dog.

"Huh, what did you say Iggy?" He skidded to a halt at the sound of the words "bloody idiot". (That's what I usually call him)

"Well, how long are we going to be stuck like this?" France asks frantically.

"Probably a week," I said, "Two at most,"

"WHAT?" Several nation-cats, who happened to be listening to our conversation, hiss.

Laying my head onto my small paws, I sighed. The sun was setting in the sky, and various shades of reds, purples, and even some greens were painting the horizon. It's been about a hour since all of us nation-cats separated. You see, it turns out that Germany was turned into a cat too, and he suggested that we all choose a partner and go our separate ways. Everyone had agreed since we don't get anything accomplished when we're together in a big group. Italy had immediately latched onto Germany afterwards, while Spain nearly tackled Romano to the ground. Poland was paired up with Lithuania, since no one wanted to hear him rambling on about ponies, nail polish, and fashion all week. Several nations had actually pitied Lithuania since they all knew about Poland's hard to put up with personality. Norway was paired up with Iceland, since they were brothers, France with Canada, Japan with China, Austria with Hungary, Finland with Sweden, and Prussia with Denmark, since they were drinking buddies.

"Hey, Iggy! I'm hungry!" America exclaimed.

Yes, and America was my partner. The bloody git had ran up to me after Germany's speech and declared us partners. Since everyone else already had a partner, I had no other choice but to go with him. Shortly afterwards, we found a small opening in between the roots of a giant oak tree in a nearby forest, and decided to make it our den.

I was currently sitting outside after America had told me to "GET OUT HERE AND WATCH THE PRETTY SUNSET" with him. Git.

"Iggy? You still there?" America asked, he was waving his paw in front of my face.

"Huh?" Oh yeah, I still didn't respond. "Well if you're hungry, then go catch a mouse or something moron!" I said sarcastically.

"'kay Iggy! Be back later!"

Before I could register the fact that the bloody idiot had just said that he was going to go catch a mouse, he was already gone. This was going to be a long week.

France's POV

"Mon dieu! What happened to you Canada?"

"How am I supposed to know? It's always been "America this" and "America that"! I'm sick of it! Nobody even knows who I am. It's like I'm invisible! And when people do notice me, they always think I'm my brother! Even you didn't want me!"

"What made you think that, mon cher?"

"You practically gave me to England! D-do you know how it feels to be abandoned like that?"

". . .I didn't want to give you to England. I had no choice, he won the war. You think I wanted to give you away? I loved you."

Earlier

"Where should we go?" I asked the white and brown cat in front of me. Even as a cat, Canada still bore a striking resemblance to his older and louder brother, America.

"I don't know, why don't we head towards the city?" He suggested.

Everyone had left the small clearing we were gathered in a while ago. All of them were headed for different directions, whether it be towards the nearby city or the forest surrounding the clearing.

"Okay," I agreed, it'd probably be easier to find food there anyways. Looking at the sky, I see that the sun is going to set within the next half hour or so, "We better leave now if you want to make it there before dark."

We've been walking for about forty minutes now. The small city we arrived in about ten minutes ago is surprisingly clean and free of pollution. Tiny droplets of rain are falling from the sky, which has turned a depressing shade of stormy gray.

"Why don't we stay there?" I ask, flicking my tail towards the alleyway in between a small French cafe and a furniture store. Piles of differently sized cardboard boxes are strewn around the ground, and I'm pretty sure I smell some leftover food near the dumpster.

"'kay." Canada agrees almost immediately. I notice that he's hardly spoken since we left the clearing, and whenever he does speak, it's usually just an "okay" or "sure".

"Is something bothering you, Canada?" I start walking towards a large cardboard box, it's big enough to fit both of us comfortably.

"Why would you think that something's wrong?" He replies defensively.

"Well, you just seem a little quieter," I say. The rain is getting heavier, and I can hear thunder rumbling in the distance.

"Quieter? Quieter?" He hisses, baring his teeth.

The response catches me off guard. "Yes, a little. . . quieter,"

Something inside of him seemingly snaps at the statement. The normally calm and timid cat pounces at me and knocks me over. He pins me down as he hisses.

"Now you notice? After all these years, now you notice?"

I attempt to escape from my ex-colony's hold, but it's useless. "Mon dieu! What happened to you, Canada?"

His violet eyes take on a darker shade of royal purple, sort of like the wine back in my house, as he laughs. It isn't his usual soft chuckle, no, this was something you expected to hear from a madman."How am I supposed to know? It's always been "America this" and "America that"! I'm sick of it! Nobody even knows who I am. It's like I'm invisible!And when people do notice me, they always think I'm my brother! Even you didn't want me!"

Huh?

Now I was confused. When did I ever say that?

"What made you think that, mon cher?" Another clap of thunder booms overhead as the rain starts soaking through our fur. As if on cue, a bolt of lightning illuminates his face. I can see the tears welling up in the corner of his eyes as they slowly start staining his cheeks. Or was that just the rain?

"You practically gave me to England! D-do you know how it feels to be abandoned like that?" He shouts. More tears stream down his face and his voice is cracking.

T-that's what was bothering him? The fact that I lost the war? I feel his weight slide off me as he walks away. He's headed towards the entrance of the dark alley.

". . .I didn't want to give you to England. I had no choice, he won the war. You think I wanted to give you away? I loved you." I finally say.

He stops walking. I can hear a faint whisper. It's so quiet that I hardly hear it at all over the pouring rain. "R-really?"

"Oui." I walk up to him and lay my tail on his back, "Come on, let's get some rest."

Guiding him back towards the large cardboard box, I see that his eyes are back to their normal color, a gentle lavender.

We settle down into a comfortable position, and I begin to lick him dry.

"I-I'm sorry, papa," I hear him whisper.

Papa.

It's something he hasn't called me since England took him away.

"Ca va, Canada," I say. I feel him starting to lean against me, his eyes are closed and he gives a quiet yawn before drifting off to sleep.

"Je t'aime, Mathieu,"

America's POV

"This is great, just great! You just had to get us stuck here, didn't you?" The irritated Brit in front of me exclaimed.

"It's not my fault! You're the one that decided to come running after me!" I tried to get a grip on the ledge in front of me as England continues to yell at me. Normally, I could've climbed it with ease, but the rain was making it too slippery right now, and I couldn't get a paw hold.

You see, shortly after I left our small den, I saw a mouse nibbling on a small seed sitting in a small patch of grass. Using my super awesome ninja skills to sneak up on it, I prepare to pounce. Then Iggy came and started calling me a bloody idiot for no reason at all! The mouse must've heard him too cause it bolted away. Determined to get my mouse, I started racing after it. I could hear Iggy running behind me, calling me a variety of words that I've never heard before. Must be from his days as a pirate. Suddenly, I can't feel the ground underneath me anymore, and I'm falling. Luckily, Iggy grabs my scruff and tries to haul me up from the small cliff I'm dangling over. Unfortunately, for unknown reasons (Iggy said that it was because of my weight), he loses his grip and we both fall down the cliff. It's only about 5 feet tall, but considering the fact that we're only about 2 feet tall, it was a pretty big fall.

Oh, and did I mention that God must've had a grudge against us or something, cause it also started raining after our little "accident", making it nearly impossible to climb the cliff. And that's when he started yelling.

"What were you-!" "Look Iggy, I don't want to be down here either." I said calmly. "Instead of standing out here and getting soaked, lets find some shelter and wait till the rain stops, 'kay?"

I must've sounded more serious than I intended to, cause Iggy was for once, speechless. Maybe I should talk like that more often. . . Nah, too much work. It's easier having people think that I'm an idiot, cause heros always have two personalities, right?

"Fine." He finally replies.

"Then come on, old man~!" I yell as I dash off towards some of the nearby maple and oak trees.

He follows reluctantly, muttering something along the lines of, "I'm not that old. . . Bloody git. What happened to respect for your elders? I raised him for the Queen's sake! Ungrateful brat. . ."

I start chuckling as he continues to ramble on. It's just like Iggy to hold a grudge. Suddenly, I spot a small cave. I start racing towards it shouting a quick "Come on!" for Iggy.

"Wait up you bloody idiot!" He yells as he follows. He seems to notice the cave I'm headed towards and, gives an annoyed hiss. "You don't know what's in there!"

Suddenly, I feel his weight on top of me. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Stopping you from doing something stupid! There might be a bear in there for all you know!"

"Aw, are you worried about me, Iggy?" I give him a goofy grin as the rain continues to soak the both of us.

"N-no! Absolutely not!"

"Come on Iggy, just admit it!"

"I stopped worrying about you a long time ago!"

"Ugh, are you still mad about the Revolutionary War?"

"Why wouldn't I be? You just had to be independent, didn't you?"

"You were treating me like a child!"

"That's because you were, and still are, a child!"

I ponder the thought for a moment.

Me? Still a child? I'm one of the world's only current superpowers!

"You'll never understand how I felt!" England exclaims, bringing me back to reality. He gets off me before storming off to God knows where.

I lay on the ground, not bothering to get up.

It's still raining, just like the day I left him. Except this time, he left me.

Is this what it feels like to be left alone?

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