Chapter 3: First Steps

As much as the large Russian cat hate having new pets in his house. To the point of hurt/killing them to the where they are nowhere to be found. Yet with this little kit and how fawn the humans are to it, then the others before. It would be almost a crying shame.

If only the little bugger knew the words of leaving well enough alone and minding oneself. It wouldn't be a problem. But with lack knowing a few things about the world the kit lived in, that wasn't happening anytime soon. Yet happy that dumb stuttering was gone.

"Mr. Russia?"

"Da?"

"Why are you so big and furry?"

"I am bred that way." Turning in his sleep, away from the kitten.

Yet, the kitten moved closer and laid his head on the larger cat's side.

His little mouth starting to move to ask . . .

"When you're older, I'll tell you what that word means."

"Okay." Answering back, not question of how Russia-cat knows he was going to say that. "But . . . "

"What?"

"I forgot."

"Then sleep."

"I fill to awake to sleep." Saying with a smile, pawing at the brush of fur before him, trying to tame it with his tiny paws. "I want to play, move around, smack that stringing stuff . . . "

"Yarn."

"Yeah that and, and."

"You can, when you're more heal. The human said so."

"But!"

"Sleep now. Play later."

"Will you play with me then?"

Russia turned again to the kitten, who was on his back from the sudden move, but was able to get to his feet to look at Russia with a smile and ready to play.

"If you rest your body, Latvia, a little long and not strain yourself later. Sure." Russia stated in a tired voice in need of sleep. "Now . . . "

"Sleep!" Calling out and doing just that.

Russia sighed in joy and closed his eyes, welcoming the quietness. Not taking in mind of a little body moving closer, crying a bit from being cold. He only raised his tail and let the kitten used it as a blanket. Russia willing to do anything for a moment of peace.

Then came a whisper. "Russia . . . "

"Later."

Using his tail to pull the kitten closer to his fur, hoping it would drown out the younger one's words. It did and he took this moment just to sleep before Latvia tried anything again.

As a short time it felt for a cat, having a restless slumber of thirteen hours, as a human sleeping for less than five hours.

The reason for such a thing to be bought up, is for that Russia could feel the endless patter of paws brushing his fur and soft whines slowly growing in vowel at every passing hour or minute to him.

Thank goodness for hunger to pick up before anything happens to the kitten. Russia choosing that time before the latter of the choice showed its ugly head and strolled out of the livingroom.

Can't wait to eat something from the kitchen.

Well, until finding out he was walking alone. Turning around to face to the cat bed by the fireplace to see that the cream color kitten was still they're, watching Russia with wide eyes.

"What? You talked so much of leaving the bed and did something, you wore yourself out?" Russia asked, walking back to the bed.

"No. That's not it." The little kitten said, shaking his head to his words and body for fear.

"Then what for, Latvia?" Asking once he stood at the edge of the bed, letting his tail let out his anger and not his voice.

"It's just that, I never, well, umm . . . " Latvia stops for a moment to breathe. "I never really walked before?"

"Fantastical, little kit, fantastical." He stated and started to leave again.

"No, I mean it, Russia, please don't . . . "

Out of spite and to keep Latvia's voice down, Russia mouthed the kit's scruff of neck fur and carried him to the kitchen. Having his hungry overpowering the feeling of giving trouble to the kit.

"You're lucky I'm too hungry to care." Russia said the moment he dumps the kitten in front of the dish of cat-food. "Eat this, quietly." He orders and did the same for another bowl.

Letting the soft sound of crushing fills the room, not taking in anything else. As a tall human, Eduard, if the kitten recalled right as he felt a small pet from when he walked by, just finishing breakfast for the others to be down.

"He's nice."

No response.

The silence made him look up, to see he was alone. Panicking and tried to go looks for him, but a slight jolt of pain ran up his back left leg and fell down, sliding a bit when hitting the floor.

A painful mew left his furry lips, which cause another human, Toris, came and pick him up. Saying words the kit couldn't understand, but rubbed against the hand that being kind to him.

"What's wrong with Ramzi?" The person who was holding asked, looking to the person cooking.

"No idea, he was fine a moment ago. Isen being mean again to him?"

"Hey!" A voice called out, but to them it was a strong yowl.

"What Isen already pleading innocence . . . ouch!"

"Toris you okay?" Another voice called out, the smaller human finally came and took the kitten, as the tall man sucks his finger.

"Your kitten bit me."

"You must have touched his bad leg."

"Ivan never said it was that one. Not surprise he didn't say anything more than that."

"Come on, Toris, don't be like that. It might have slipped his mind, and work has been difficult on him lately."

"I'll let it side this once, Raivis."

"Okay." He said, leaving the kitchen with the kitten.

"You're not eating?"

He stops to look at them. "I will, but I want to check his leg and make sure Ivan is up. Be back soon."

Unknowing as he left the kitchen, he was being followed by a larger cat. Finally noticing Isen's tail rubbed against his leg as they walked down a large hallway together. The small man looked down at the cat with a smile.

"Making sure I take care of your little brother?"

Russia just snored and walked ahead of him. Only having the young man shaking his head.

"He likes you."

"I like him, too!" Latvia said with joy, but came out as a happy mew.

Raivis came up to one door, knocking before opening it. Calling in that food was ready to the person that slept in the room. Closing it and went down to another room, where a first aid box was.

He held the kitten with one hand, reaching for the box, finding a place to rest everything in the small bathroom and started working on the kitten's hurt leg.

"Looks like you went through war, kit."

Latvia bends his head to see Russia standing on his hind legs, watching the human treat the kitty. Russia trying not to take in the smile coming from the other and just kept his eyes on the leg.

"How it happens?"

That is when the smile proceeded away and the words just came out. "I-I d-d-don't kn-now . . . "

Rest of the day after that, Latvia stayed on the cat bed. Looking at the warm, gentle glow, and quiet flames moving about in the fireplace. His mind doing the same, trying to remember, whatever it was, and be able to give Russia a better answer than before.

Speaking of Russia, he was with his master, getting petted like the pampered beast he was.

His owner other hand reaches for his drink of tea, looking over to the cat bed.

"Raivis, is your pet all right?"

"I gave him some medicine for his leg. He might just be drowsy."

"You treat his other wounds, too?"

"Yes, a good thing they weren't deep."

"A bad owner?"

"I can hope it was just that."

"Yeah . . . hey, Isen where you going?" Ivan asked his running away pet as it paseo over to the cat bed and rested near the small kitten. "Well it looks like Eduard was wrong. They'll get along just fine."

His younger friend just smiled at the sight as well. "Reminds me of someone. Hmm."

"Cute, Raivis, very cute."

"Do you have to work early this weekend?"

"Nope."

"Good."

"I thought you would."

Raivis got up first, calling it a night and head to bed, but it wasn't his room. Ivan followed after, looking over to the cats once more.

"Watch him, Isen."

A loud meow came his way.

"What did you say da to?"

"Nothing. You just take it easy."

"Okay, I really wanted to play."

"When you master you first steps, we'll see."

"Really?"

Russia nodded his head and let sleep take him and the willing little Latvia.