Chapter 4: Play

True to Russia's word, the, very, very, moment Latvia was able to move about without taking breaks, Russia show him around the house he was going to be staying for who knows how long.

"There are so many hallways!" The little shouted out, soon hearing the muffle echo later, that spook him. "Was that a ghost?" He asked, not waiting for answer and hid under Russia, peeking through his legs to see if the ghost was still there.

The elder cat had no idea of how to handle this, but finally said. "It was just an echo. Yours really." And slowly moved away and continued down the nearest hall to them.

Latvia finally open his eyes, having no idea of when they closed, but he saw he was alone. For a moment. Before taking a sniff of the air. Bolting to where Russia went off to. Calling out, paused, listen, rushing off to sudden noises, and repeated.

"Russ . . . " Latvia's call, the hundred or so, but who's counting, was cut off when running into something. A leg. Russia's leg. "I found you!"

"Goodie."

"Russia?"

"Yes?"

"Where are we going again?"

"This is the fifth you asked, I am not going to anymore. So follow."

"Okay!"

And so he did, using the elder's tail as a guide. Now and then swatting at it, not taking in mind of light growl when his tiny claws met little tib-bits of Russia's skin. But lowered his pride and much else not to yell at the small kitten, recalling that when ever this little guy get's older. That is, if this kit knows what growing up is.

Lazily, the elder's head rock sides to sides, taking short glances at each passing door they came across. Anyway to block out the annoyance behind him. Cute kitten or not, little Latvia can't get away from being an eye twitch.

And then finally . . .

"Ah, here it is."

Russia stop short, as soon knowing when the other bump into him. A door the size of what a human would use, with only one difference from the others. It had a cat door. In which, Russia pawed the flap to move inward and ask the kitten to go before him. Latvia did so, without much thought and rushed in and saw before to he could call . . .

"It's a Cat-a-topia!" And clawed up the nearest rug-cover tower, upon finding some toys as well.

Russia watch for a moment before as well joining the kitten above ground level. Relaxing near a window, where a small beam of light was. Choosing this would be a good time to soak up some sun before the clouds cover it again. Listening to the small mews and playful growls from the other who happen to find a mouse-stuffy.

Latvia would end up jumping back when it made a sound, but once it silence, he did it again. Enjoying the sound very much. But soon, about ten minutes at the most, got bored. And found some feathers hanging from tunnel-like cat post. Hitting it made a ringing sound, a little tink-tink here and there.

"Russia?"

About an hour later, he found out he was alone and went to search the large room, hoping the elder cat didn't get lost in all the tunnels, posts, high points, or under all the cat toys.

"Russia?"

"What?"

Looking up where a tiny window was, a shelf was there, along with a large brown cat, who was now awake from his rest. Hearing the kitten mustn't have not heard him, looked over to the edge, seeing the kitten looking at him, with wide eyes.

"What's with that face?"

"You're too far away . . . " Latvia softy mew in sadness and looked to the ground.

"And?"

The kitten's words only came out in mumbles, in which, Russia jump down, four feet to ground and sat before the kitten. Who was still mew in sadness.

Russia finding that he didn't like the sound, pat the other's head, thankfully it stop the sad mews.

"Is there something you want to say, little one, you have to speak up. Or no one is going to listen."

"I-I d-d-don't li-ike wh-h-hen oth-th-thers a-are t-t-to f-far a-a-away . . . "

"Why?" Russia asked calmly in hopes the other would copy.

"Be-e-ecause!" Latvia shouted, his whole body shaking, and eyes not looking to the other.

Not taking in the fact that Russia slowly moved away from the other, only for a moment. Latvia taking the chance to calm himself, rubbing one of his paws across his face, a soothing motion that made bad things go away for him.

But stop when hearing that ringing sound again, the sound of plastic rolling above hard floor reach his ears, acting fast faced up and saw a ball roll by him. Taunting almost.

And pounce it, having it roll away again and set chase. Soon hitting wall, bouncing off it and zoom past Latvia, who ended up running into the wall. But got back up to his feet and went after it. Seeing a huge paw stop the ball from moving.

"That's better."

"What?" Latvia asked, finally facing Russia's face.

"Nothing." Saying with a shake of his head and pushed the ball away from him. "Go play."

"And you?" Asking, his body twitching to go after the ball, but held still for Russia's answer.

"I'll stay down here, incase that ball comes my way."

"You'll play catch with me!"

Taking note of the happiness in the younger's voice, he nodded, adding a small smile to his word. "Sure. Fetch."

And Latvia did before stopping short and turn to Russia with a pouting glare. "I'm not a dog!" Swatting the ball back to the other, but soon set chase once more when the ball him, not knowing when Russia hit it or taking in mind when he said . . .

"Fetch!"

"Hey!"

The ball never stop moving during their play time.