Hey guys! So, I was having a lovely conversation with Sora Resi, about her fic Christmas Kitty, and we both decided (well, mostly me) that it needed a sequel, so I highly suggest you read that before this! It can sorta stand on its own, but it would make more and sense and CK is just too friggin' cute anyway!

With that outta the way, I present to you this short, fluffy drabble – Play with me, Kitten.

"Igggggggy... Lemme alooooone…"

"But America, darling…"

"Hmph…"

"Oh, you lazy thing, get up and play with me!"

America rolled over on his side, his ears flat against his head and tail swishing wildly. He just wanted to sleep, why wouldn't England leave him alone for like, 5 minutes? Or an hour, he could nap for an hour. Don't get him wrong, he loved being with the bushy-eyed man. The past few months had been the best he ever had, he was insanely in love, crazy happy - especially after England changed back to normal and wanted to "show" his appreciation for being there and taking care of him.

However, his bliss ended about a week ago – when it happened.

He thought it would be fun to go down to England's basement and look at all his potions and black magic shit. Except, he got a little too touchy touchy with one of the bottles and it feel over, breaking it and splashing the contents all over himself. The consequence was the same predicament England was in during Christmas – an adorable kitty America. He didn't mind that part, though. He liked being having the ears and tail, and he liked when England would pet him, and he liked lounging around all day. It was just… just…

He had no clue England was a cat lover – the kind that wanted the sweet kittums to play all damn day.

America swatted at the feathered toy his lover was waving in his face, displeased that it was tickling his nose. When the tickling persisted, he faced England and glared (which unfortunately made the older nation coo at him). "England, we just finished playing. I wanna naaaaap now…"

"But love, how could you possibly sleep when you're so damn cute?" England grinned, reaching over and scratching America behind the ears, the younger nation succumbing to the action and purring.

"Fiiiine, we'll play a little bit more, then nap, okay?"

England clapped his hands together and smiled so brightly, America felt like he should have said yes sooner. "How's a good boy? That's right, it's you!"

The blond kitty tried not to pout at being treated like a, well, cat, but if it made his Iggy happy…

After another hour of playing, America passed out, his head in England's lap while he was petted softly. The island nation stared down fondly, noticing how soft and fluffy America's ears were. He figured it was because America was so young, that he was still technically a kitten. That explained his behavior pretty well – eat, sleep, play, sleep, eat, sleep, eat, sleep, play, sleep. He wasn't quite old enough for all the playing England wanted him to do.

No matter, he'd just have to figure out how to keep America a cat for just a while longer…

"Y'know, England, you said that out loud."

"Oh, America, you're awake… Ready to play some, you silly boy?"

"No, I'm going back to sleep." And with that, England wiggled his nose as he was swatted with a paw-like hand.

As he said, no matter… He'd figure out a way. The lad was just too cute to not be his kitten.