Chapter 13: Coming To Terms

How knowing of one's fast movement, seeing that Russia shouldn't have been that far ahead nor so deep within the house. For that poor, little Latvia couldn't find. Or as quickly as he wanted to. Yet, mindlessly wondered the halls into finding the large cat or better yet run into the cat. Either of the choices were just fine for the small kit.

"Russia? Where are you?" Latvia called out in small meows of sorrows.

Yet, he kept going. Soon finding himself nearing the master bedroom. With still no sight of the large cat.

"Russ . . . "

A cold breeze danced across his nose, flattening his ears in shock of how freezing it was. Numbing the feeling in his whiskers. A quick shudder vibrated through him, spiking his cream fur to fight off the chill. Having Latvia's tail wrapped as much as it could around him as a blanket. Little help it did, but it was better than nothing.

"Russia?" He called out towards in question, that maybe Russia was there, from where the wind spooked him.

Daring each step he took near the master bedroom. Glad to see that was open enough for Latvia to squeeze through. Using only the outside world as a light, looked around the room. Upon seeing that the large cat wasn't there. Only the room itself.

For where the cold air came from, was left unanswered. As to soon feel like the place around Latvia was on fire. So warm, that he wished for the chill to return.

"R-Russia?" Latvia tried to call out for the other cat, still getting nothing in return.

Letting his eyes take in everything of the room, still not finding the sources of the sudden cold nor heat. Slowly turning for now he was facing the door, back reaching one of the bed foot-polls. With the smooth oak pressing against Latvia's back in a comforting matter, yet it didn't stop his short fur to spike up in somewhat shock.

Before even able to call out Russia's name once more, a hiss was heard. A warning of how it was quick, low pitch, and angry. Not wanting to where it came from, Latvia bolted for the door, not looking back nor seeing what made the door slam, shut with an ear blasting boom.

Latvia put everything he had in his short legs to get him away. Coming to terms of how things were. Of how those around him were different in his now than his past. And how he missed them. And also, how badly he wished they were there by him at that very moment.

Suddenly, Latvia rammed into something, knocking him out. Only seeing a tall figure looking down at him, in wonder.

"Oh, poor Ramzi, what's got you so scared?" Latvia's master asked out, knowing he wouldn't get an answer back, as he picked up the small kitten and took Ramzi back where the cat-bed was.

Once returning to the living room, tucking in the lax and frighten kit. The human stroke the short hair fur a few times, hoping that it would calm the puffed out fur of his pet's back. Glancing at his watch for the time, seeing it was close to-night time and best to call it a night. Sparing a moment to call out for the cat's whereabouts. But heard nothing of the larger cat's hiding spot.

Standing back on his legs, set the lighting in the living area into a softer glow. Less of a ever-so given chance of breaking in, leaning on past mistakes. Latvia's master shook off that thought, marching into the kitchen to place away from boxes and such into the cabins and icebox. Once done, went on looking for the other feline.

"Heaven forbid, if something happen to that cat." Rolling his eyes at the end of that, letting go a sigh as well. Going on his search for the said feline.

Not knowing that the third time eyeing his watch. He called it a night. Only guessing that darn furry beast must have found a way outside. Yet, showed little worry of this, for that is that couch scratcher was anything like his love. He'll come back when he's hungry and/or tried. Work was greatly needed to quickly be done tomorrow. No time to anymore on that flea-beaten fur sack.

Giving a quick rub to his eyes, hoping to wipe away the sleep from his eyes. Not wanting to fall on the ground. Again.

Seeing it was best in coming to terms with something like this.

Only, that one would doubt to oddly be awaken in later hours with claws sinking into one's face in the dead of night.

"You damn cat!"

If Latvia's master didn't any better as he shooed the larger feline out of his room, he could have sworn he saw a smirk on that said cat. Glaring back as he slammed the door, wanting to get back to sleep.

Matters of that, claws if that is an understanding, could be dealt with in the morning.

Russia gave a snort when hearing the light echoes of the slammed door through the halls, as he headed to where the cat-bed was. Upon finding the small kit taking a great deal of the bed. Luckily with one push, more room was given.

"R-R-Russia?"

"Sleep little mouse."

"But where did you go?"

"In the morning kit."

The rest of night was in silence.