A/N: One more chapter to go! Quick side note, try not to be that butthole reader who unfollows a story after it's completed xD Like bruh, way to ruin an author's celebration. Sincerely, a potentially very butthurt Canadian girl. Besides, if I do make a sequel for this, I'll be attaching an extra chapter to this story as my way of alerting you guys!

Anyways, I just want to reiterate who amazing you've all been. Thanks for being so supportive :D. It truly warms my heart.

I scurried into Spain's bedroom and hid under the bed. It wasn't long before I had fallen down onto my side, my body twitching and my tongue lolling out of the side of my mouth. The frantic shouts coming from the living room eventually faded out, for the sound of blood roaring in my ears had obscured my sense of hearing.

My heart rate slowed, and I felt this immense urge to stretch my limbs. I jolted a little when a warm breeze rustled through my fur. The sound of friendly chatter and garbled conversation filled my ears. I knew on instinct that I was connecting to my land, and most importantly, my people once more. I could feel their liveliness and joy as if it were that of my own.

Despite the pain, I rejoiced in becoming whole. I hadn't realized how disconnected I was from the Earth until I felt its vitality and energy course through my veins again. My sluggishness from being a cat drifted away as a new burning sensation tingled at the tips of my dew claws.

The burning sensation spread to my torso, growing hotter and hotter until it became too much for me to bear. I panted and meowed out in pain when my tail folded in on itself and receded back into my spine. My snout was the next to go, shrinking only to stretch out again, forming the curvature of my slender, sloped nose. I blinked one last time, feeling my eyes un-dilate as my sight became significantly poorer.

The urge to stretch grew tenfold, and without even thinking about it, I arched my back, stretching out all four of my furry limbs. I watched in amazement as my paws grew into hands, followed by the thickening of flesh on my arms.

A prickling sensation then tingled all over my body, the course brown hairs of my fur coat being sucked back into their respective follicles. The stretching continued, and it wasn't long before my legs and feet were formed as well.

With one last magical poof, the stray curl near my hairline sprung back into place. I sighed out of relief, only to widen my eyes in horror when I realized my downright woeful predicament. What if Spain caught me hiding under his bed…butt naked?

Oh, fuck to the no! That sure as hell wasn't going to happen! Knowing that pervert, he wouldn't let me live this down. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've always wanted to be with Spain. But, I didn't want him to think that I was easy either.

I scrambled out from under the bed, swearing all the while.

"Chigi!" I cursed. "Not today, tomato fucker. Not today!"

I slammed the bedroom door shut, pressing my back against the wooden frame and locking it for good measure.

"Shit! What the fuck am I going to wear?!"

…

10 Minutes Earlier…

England watched with proud eyes as his darling cat Liam pranced about, pouncing occasionally on his precious ball of yarn. The Brit was making sure to avoid contact with the Spaniard next to him as much as possible. The two nations had never really cared for each other, after all.

The Spaniard's shoulders slumped with dejection as kitty Romano hissed and leapt off his lap, trotting over to stand before Liam. A few meows were exchanged before the shackles on kitty Romano's back stood up in anger. Hisses could be heard before kitty Romano decided that he had had enough of Liam's shit, leaving the latter to his duties of yarn-conquering.

The Italian feline twitched over to the opposite side of the room, plopping down onto all fours, presumably to take yet another nap. England furrowed his brows at this, but chose not to say anything. He was more concerned about what Liam had said to Romano. Liam was a smart little bugger, and England was slightly jealous of Romano for being able to converse with him.

CRACK!

England's eyes snapped towards kitty Romano's direction. The feline was flopped over on his side, his hazel eyes wide with confusion. Recognition dawned on the island nation. The spell he had cast on Romano two nights prior was finally beginning to wear off.

Spain took one look at kitty Romano's panting form, and like the overdramatic twat that he was, he freaked the fuck out. "Dios mio! Romano!" he cried out. "Don't worry, Boss Antonio is coming to help!"

England rolled his eyes. "Relax," he sighed. "He's probably just choking up a furball."

Kitty Romano rolled onto his other side, making direct, slightly pleading eye contact with England.

England mouthed his instructions to the twitching feline. "Get out of here while you can. I'll distract him."

Kitty Romano didn't need to be told twice. Leaping onto all fours, the feline scurried out of the living room, tail hidden between his hind legs. The patter-patter of tiny paws thumping against the wooden floorboards could be heard.

"Furball or not, I need to see if he's okay!"

Spain got up immediately, only to be stopped when England grabbed onto his forearm.

The Brit's deep emerald eyes glistened and gleamed, just like that of a cat. "You're not going anywhere," he purred. It was a pity that glamour had never been one of his strong suits.

Spain shook his head, his wild brown curls falling into his face. England could tell that hypnotizing the sunny nation wasn't going to work. The Spaniard was a like a bull of energy, and was therefore way out of the Brit's realm of control.

Blast! If only Vlad was here. The Romanian had always been the best at performing glamour magic. In fact, most of the vampire lore existing today can be traced back to him. But enough about the past. England had a thrashing Spaniard to distract!

"Move, Arthur!" Spain growled.

"Sorry, mate," England tutted, smiling patronizingly at the leering Spaniard. "That's not going to happen."

The Brit used his free hand to jab an index finger against the Spaniard's chest. He supposed that an immobilizing spell would have to do.

A ball of gold light spread across Spain's chest and all throughout his body, causing his skin to glow briefly. When the light faded, Spain was frozen in place, his face stuck in an angry expression. The way that the Spaniard's brows were furrowed made him look like an ape. Bloody degenerate, that's what he was.

To do his fellow nation justice, England raised another finger to flick Spain in the nose. Admittedly, he had always wanted to do that. "Cheeky bastard," England smirked, turning on his heels as he left the living room and its frozen derpy owner behind.

The Brit whistled a merry tune as his cat loyally trotted beside him. It didn't take the island nation long to figure out where Romano was. The screaming and swearing was already a pretty good indication of that.

…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Romano! Open up! It's me, England!"

I nearly jumped two feet in the air when England knocked on Spain's bedroom door.

I cursed to myself and scrambled about the room, looking for something to wear. "Just give me a minute!" I answered back.

I nearly tripped over a sock that Spain had lying around on his floor. The idiot hardly ever cleaned up after himself. I picked up a random shirt from the pile of dirty clothes resting on the foot of the bed. Normally, I would have never been caught dead wearing something so atrociously basic, but fashion was the least of my worries right now.

I pulled over the wrinkled black night shirt over my shoulders, sighing out of relief when it fell well past my knees.

"Romano!" England called out again.

"I said wait a fucking minute, damn it!" I growled back.

I walked over to the door and opened it by a slight crack. England glared at me, his thick eyebrows furrowed in its residual scowl. I looked down to spot his cat giving me the exact same expression.

"Where's Spain?" I snapped.

"In the living room."

My face reddened with anger.

"Relax, I put another freezing spell on him," England rolled his eyes. "Now can you let me in? I have to make sure that you're not experiencing any side effects."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just hurry the fuck up," I muttered, swinging the door open.

England and his cat trotted into the bedroom. Liam sniffed my foot, turning his head away to meow in disdain. The little bastard must have recognized my scent from earlier. He's just lucky that I didn't punt his sorry ass out the window. The fact that I had a cat of my own refrained me from doing so, however. Si, Marcello was a good kitty. Hopefully Feliciano had been feeding him in my absence.

I closed the door, turning around to have my face cupped between England's pale hands.

"W-what the hell are you doing?" I spluttered as England tilted my head to the side.

"Checking to see if your eyes have undilated," England answered, dropping his hands back to his sides and taking a step back. "So far, so good. Does anything feel off to you?"

"Not that I can think of, no. Oi!" I cried out, shuffling out of the way as Liam lifted his hind leg, no debt intending to pee on me.

"What the bloody hell was that for?! Oh look, now you got him all scared!" England roared, bending over to pet his melodramatic cat, who was now pretending to tremble with fear.

"Shhhh," England cooed, scooping up his mewling cat into his arms. "It's alright Liam. He's always angry. It's not your fault."

"Not his fault?!" I snapped. "He was the one who just tried to piss on me!"

Liam purred, smugly perking up his ears.

"Excuse me? I'll have you know that Liam is potty trained!"

"Che, I'm so done with this feline bullshit," I muttered under my breath.

I rolled my eyes, sidestepped around England, and left the bedroom.

"Wait! Don't go in there just yet!" England called after me, only to be ignored. Serves him right.

I ignored England and walked into the living room, only to falter in place when I spotted Spain standing mid-stride near the couch. His mouth was open, and drool was beginning to trickle out of the corners of his mouth.

I couldn't stop myself from crying with laughter. "BAHAHAHA!" I chortled, walking closer towards him. "Shit! Where's a camera when I need one?"

England walked into the living room, still cradling Liam in his arms. "I wouldn't get too close to him if I were you. I've set the spell so that he'll unfreeze the moment someone touches him."

I leapt back from Spain, jolting as if I had just been shot. "You couldn't have warned me about that earlier?!"

"You threw a diva tantrum and stomped off before I could tell you, remember?"

England set down Jasper on the ground. "Tsk!" he tutted. "What a shame. It would have been amusing to see Spain react to you wearing his shirt."

My face burned with the heat of another furious blush. "Will he remember any of this?" I stammered.

England shook his head. "He won't remember anything from the last day and a half."

I sighed with relief. "What about me? Will I be okay?"

"From the looks of it, yes. You haven't grown fur in odd places have you?"

"No…"

"Then you should be fine."

A dark look crossed over my face. England was quick to pick up on it. "What are looking at me like that for?"

I bent down to pick up Liam, foiling his second attempt to pee on my leg. The cat howled and hissed up a storm, but I could have cared less.

"Both of you, out!" I demanded, stomping over to the front door. The English twats had long over stayed their welcome.

"Be careful with him!" England snapped. "He has delicate tendons!"

"Really?" I smirked. "Too fucking bad."

I tossed a screeching Liam into his pet carrier and snapped it shut. "Here!" I handed England the pet carrier, which was more like me shoving it into his chest.

"Now leave before I go full Mafioso on your pasty ass!"

England hurriedly shrugged on his trench coat, flinching when I jabbed him in the ribs for not putting on his shoes fast enough. "Let's go!" I bellowed. "I don't have all day!"

"Alright! Alright! I'm going! Jesus Christ!" England swore.

I opened the front door and shoved England forward, causing him to stumble down the front steps.

"Safe travels," I mused.

"Oi! Where's my thanks?!"

I slammed the door in his face.

"There's your bloody thanks!" I mocked in a horrible England accent.

England had more to say, but I simply locked the front door and strutted away.

I had a lot of things to do, and dealing with England's insufferable, entitled temper certainly wasn't one of them.

I took a deep breath to calm myself. I had every reason to be nervous. Why might you ask? Because today was the day where I would finally confess my love for Spain.

To be continued...!