Chapter 2: My Name Is

I see the jumpy little man leave, but sadly does not take the creäture with him. And what is worst, that thing is in my bed.

The pale furred thing flitches, as if knowing that its being watch. Having it start to shake, putting the master's little lackey to shame.

"Are you asleep or not, Da?"

Its eyes open wide, looking at me with big, scared, indigo colored eyes. Shaking as if there was an earthquake.

I give my paw a lick out of boredom. "You know, that big comfy bed is mine."

Out of fear starts to leave, but stops when footsteps are heard.

I look to see it was only master's servant, with a white case. Who comes over to pick up the kitten and glares at me for knowing what I might have been up too. He only shakes his hand goes to side on the couch, tending to the little affair in his hands.

Again, he glares at me.

"Terrible cat." Siding his head about, went back to the kitten. Stroking his hands through the far.

"Ouch."

"No point in calling out, they can't hear us, little one." Moving into my bed, bathing in the nice hot fire.

I then hear a mew in the same tone, which work better.

"Isen, I know you don't want to share, but I don't have a place to put this little guy at the moment." He then places the kitten near the end of my bed, far from my reach.

"Y-Your n-na-name is Isen?" The kitten asked, taking the chance to face to me.

"To them, maybe. For I call myself, Russia. The name of the country that you have found yourself in."

"Russia?" He was now fully looking at me, sitting. "Russia . . . that's a nice name." Giving a small smile.

I raised an eye brow to him. "Flattery won't work on me." Swatting him with my bushy tail, he closed his left eye from getting hair in it.

He then giggled and started to catch my tail. Out of amusement, I let him play with it. Seeing when was younger, I did the same with my older sister at around this age.

"I wasn't f-fla-tter-ing. I was . . . being nice." He finally got a hold of my tail, which I easily slipped away from him. "H-Hey, Mr. Russia . . . "

"Your hurt and you want to play? Really now?"

He looked to his side to finally see the light brown wrap around him.

"Oh, I didn't notice it before."

"You space off easily, don't you?"

"What's that?"

I started to wave my tail in front of him, and on the cue started to play with it. But stops when he must have finally felt the pain.

"Ow . . . "

"Told you." And I started to relax.

Trying to not notice the feeling of someone watching.

"Mr. Russia . . . "

"What?" I hissed at him and he flinched.

"Isen, play nice." It was my master this time, coming over to where we were. "Poor thing. Now, Isen, I know you're not the one to share, but just tonight. Don't eat him, Da?"

"Eat me!"

I almost laugh that he scared himself to puff up his fur in fear. My master tries to calm him when he takes notice of the shaking.

"I do mean it, Isen." He said to me and started to gush over the little kitten.

I turn the other way from them, finding this scene too cute for my taste.

"Now moving onto something else, a name for you, Da? For I can't just call your kitten."

Yes you can. You'd called me that cat, for three months before giving me a name. Hope for something then, kitten.

"How about Ramzi? I think that will work just fine." And placed the kitten down back on the bed. "Isen, again, no funny busyness." And he left to call it a night, leaving his servants to do last-minute chores.

"Um . . . Mr. R-russia?"

"What is with the mister thing?" I turn back to face the kitten, to see a collar around his neck.

Which, I see him try to paw off, for maybe it was too tight on him.

"Kitten . . . "

"W-what i-is t-that big thing call?" He finally gave up and looked at me.

"That's a human. And your new master from that collar, but I guess from the colors. The little one of his workforce, has taken you in."

"Oh, y-y-yeah, he's n-nice too." Trying to get a better look at the collar around his neck. "Mr . . . I m-mean Russia, sir, what did that hu-man call me?"

"Ramzi. Your name that they'll be calling you for now."

He sticks his tongue, to show displeasure of the name choice.

"Well, it's not like you can be call anything else . . . " I looked to the collar and its colors. "How about Latvia?"

That face of his changed very quickly, were kittens, like him full of mood swings? I sure don't remember them.

"W-what's that?"

"A county like mine. But smaller, like you are to me."

He nodded in felicity to his new name. "T-thank y-you, Russia."

"You went from mister to just my name now."

"O-oh, I-I-I t-t-thought y-you d-did't l-like it."

"Never said I didn't." Looking to the Grandfather clock for the time. "It is late. Rest."

"Umm . . . "

Really now, right as I get ready to sleep. "What?" Much with less of a hiss.

"Y-your n-n-not go-oing to e-eat me, a-a-are you?" The kitten asked, slowly moving more on the bed to rest. But still kept some space between us.

I try hard not to roll my eyes. "Only if you get on my bad side, Da?"

"D-da!"

"Do you even know what that means?" Facing more of the little kitten, who still had his big eyes on me.

"N-nope. S-should I-I?"

"It means yes."

"O-okay, t-then be-before . . . D-da. N-night." And finally shut his eyes.

"M-Mr.R-russia?"

This is going to be a long night.