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England x Canada
Rated: T
England quickly leapt up, racing to the door as fast as he could (which, honestly, wasn't too quickly because he kept clumsily tripping over his paws), but he finally made it after falling flat on his furry face a few times.
"Arthur?" The knocking grew a little louder, "Arthur, are you home?" The quiet voice called out and England glanced up to the door, his tail swishing back and forth as he rasped a few meows as loud as he possibly could.
His green eyes lit up when the knocking paused, "England?" The familiar voice (yet he couldn't remember who exactly it was), "England, I'm coming in, okay? I'm going to use the key that you gave me."
Well, it narrowed it down to one of his former colonies (and it would only be a few of them because he would only trust his key to a few precious ones), 'Australia? New Zealand, perhaps?' Arthur guessed, watching the door intently as it hesitantly swung open.
The fur on his back unconsciously bristled at the first sight of the face that appeared, 'America?' He glared, taking a few steps back when blue-purple(?) eyes looked down at him in surprise.
"A cat?" America murmured and England was a bit wary because America would usually blurt it out in a loud voice and then pick him up with a unintentionally tight grip, "Did Arthur get a new pet?" He smiled, bending down and offering his hand.
England looked at him with a grumpy face and eyes, reluctantly putting his paw into the nation's hand, much to his surprise. And as soon as he did it, a name suddenly came to mind.
'Matthew?'