A/N: I wrote this as a sequel to a story called Kitten Love by Hoshiko2 on tumblr, which you should check out! I think you can still read this story without the prior knowledge, though :)

Title: Christmas Kitties

Warnings: None

Summary: Arthur and Crumpet visit their partners on Christmas.

America was icing up the last batch of cookies as his doorbell rang. It was mid morning on Christmas Day, and he'd been expecting his visitor since the night before.

"England!" he all but shrieked as he threw his arms around the shorter man and scooped him into a massive bear hug.

"For Pete's sake, America! Need I remind you every time? It's amazing Crumpet survives these visits," England retorted, though with no venom at all. How could he be angry with his boyfriend on Christmas?

America let out a childish chortle and released the Briton, who in turn, set down the carrier and released the trapped Scottish Fold. Crumpet made it halfway out of his carrier before another large, white cat bolted down the stairs to greet him.

Crumpet! You're back!

Yes, hello love. The smaller of the two cat's leaned forward to deliver a polite greeting lick. I see your paw has healed up nicely.

Yup! Ace returned Crumpet's gesture with a much more sloppy lick. Crumpet wound up shaking off the extra saliva.

Did your mother never teach you how to groom properly? the elder cat let out a low moan, almost as if he were sighing. Ace mewed in response and removed his head from the carrier. Come on I've got stuff to show you, Crumpet!

"I'm telling you they're the cat versions of us," America snickered as he embraced England one more time and nuzzled the Brit's cheek. He leant back and smiled. "Come on England, ya gotta see the tree. And I have an extra special gift that's dying to be opened!"

With a sigh, each of the Britons followed their respective loud and excited partners.

Come on, Crumpet, have a whack at it! You know you want to! Ace sat on one of the steps, eagerly batting at the shiny tinsel that was wrapped around the banister.

You are very easily entertained, you know that? The Scottish Fold shook his head and watched as Ace lost his balance and almost fell in-between the bars. Crumpet moved fast and latched onto the fur behind Ace's neck, keeping him from taking a tumble. When he regained his balance Ace moved to give Crumpet a thank you lick, which the elder cat grudgingly accepted. You're still just a fat kitten.

Hey! Ace meowed back indignantly. Am not!

Of course, love. Crumpet said without looking at his fellow feline, though he was smirking. Now come, I do believe your master's bed is empty, and I'd fancy a nap after all that traveling.

Crumpet started climbing the stairs, almost falling when Ace bounded ahead of him.

Race ya!

Bloody kitten! When did I ever agree to a race? Crumpet mumbled, but dashed off after his partner.

After nearly twenty minutes of kneading the covers, Crumpet finally curled up next to Ace.

Took you long enough! Our nap could be over and we could be exploring right now, but no.

Love, do me a favor and shush, Crumpet said as he nuzzled himself into the brown fur that covered Ace's collar. My master and I will be here for quite awhile. There will be plenty of time to do things. Crumpet snuggled some more, as a light motor-like sound emanated from the sleepy cat. At that Ace quieted and joined in, his own purring starting and easily overtaking Crumpet's. It was quiet for all of a few minutes before Ace opened his mouth again.

I really want you to stay forever this time. Please don't go.

Crumpet lifted his head and looked the overgrown kitten in the eyes.

Poppet, if you try another one of your tricks to get me to stay and harm my master, I will not think twice about ignoring you the rest of the trip.

Aww no way, you wouldn't do that-

The. Rest. Of. The. Trip. Crumpet accented each word, as his eyes remained locked on Ace. The bigger cat frown and lowered his head into the covers.

But... I love you. I just want you to stay so we can cuddle, and play with mice, and share tuna all the time! Isn't there a way?

Crumpet opened his mouth to reply to the distraught fluff ball when a gasp from downstairs caught his attention and he perked up. He immediately stood and Ace did as well.

That was my master! Crumpet said as he jumped of the bed and started heading down the stairs. Ace followed suit. Oh, if your master hurt him, he will pay.

My master would never hurt yours! Ace assured as the two raced down the stairs. The cats ran around the corner and stopped suddenly in the living room when they found both men unharmed, and on the contrary, both looked exceedingly happy.

"America, you, you...," England held a small package in his hands as he turned around and embraced the taller man. "Yes," he whispered, as America squeezed him tight and brought their lips together.

What are they doing? Ace asked confused. He'd seen his master do this activity several times, but he wasn't entirely sure what it was.

I'm fairly certain it compares to this, Crumpet responded with a light lick to the side of his face. Ace grinned in return then looked back at their masters.

"For real, England? You're sure?" America asked with a flushed face, and huge grin, as he brushed away some hair from the Briton's forehead.

"Yes, America. How many times must I say it?" he tried to reply huffily, but a genuine smile graced his lips as well.

America let loose a chuckle, and with it went any of the worries he might have had. He took England's hand, and slid a ring onto the appropriate finger.

"I love you, England," he said and pressed a chaste kiss to the man's forehead. "Thanks for making this the best Christmas ever."

The Brit blushed, but smiled in return.

"The same to you, America," he paused to nuzzle the man's neck. "I love you as well."

Ace turned and sent Crumpet a questioning glance.

What just happened?

Crumpet had a soft smile, and his ears looked even more perky than usual as he answered the bigger cat.

Love, I have a feeling I'll be spending a lot more time with you in the near future.

At this, Ace's eyes widened and he tackled Crumpet to the floor with excitement. England heard the ordeal and turned to regard the cats with a smile.

"You were right. They are the cat version of us," England said as he rested his head on America's shoulder.

"Yup! Look, I even top!" America grinned and let loose a few snickers, which England berated him for.

And thus was the start of a pure, beautiful and everlasting relationship.