Greeces PoV

I looked up at the man in front of me in disgust. " Why would you want a cat, of all creatures?" He smiled at me warmly.

" Because, Kitty, they are so much like you" he replied.

" I do not see how they are anything like me. Do I need you to clean my litter box? Do I shed? Do I tear up the furniture with my claws? Do I hiss and scratch? Am I annoying?" I crossed my arms and tapped my foot on the ground.

" Ya think things over a li'l to much for a five-year-old, ya know." he retorted. He was right. I sighed, remembering the time I asked how we knew that we really exist. I mean, true we can see and feel things, but how do we know that we're not really dreaming, or that we're some cruel gods puppets. I did NOT want to start thinking about that again.

" But, ya know, cats aren't all that. they're really very cute. You can train them ta'go outside and they're fluffy, make good pillows, and can get fiesty but'll stay loyal ta'their owner. They are very well behaved, too."

I just huffed, pouting. I knew that when my big brother got this way, there was no arguing. So, we got a 'cute' little kitten and, true to Big Brothers word, it was just like me... I HATE CATS!

~OoxoO~

I smiled, pulling a cat close to me. My peace was soon broken by a mouthful of Turkish curses. I flopped off the table and walked to were Sadik was, smirking. Apparently, he was trying to make breakfast when ge had sliced his finger. Sighing, I deftly slid the knife onto the counter and pulled his hand up to my mouth. After a few seconds, I ripped a piece of my shirt off and wrapped around his finger.

"Wha- umm-thanks...'' he mumbled, flustered and reaching for the knife again. I knocked his hand away and grabbed the knife myself. "I can take care of myself, ya know."

I glanced at him, amused. " You know, that was about as stupid as the time I had to pry a lobster off of you when I was still part off your territory." I chopped the food and tossed it into the pan.

"BRAT! THAT WAS HUNDREDS OF YEARS AGO! AND WHOS FAULT WAS THAT IN THE FIRST PLACE!" He was bright red. I didn't realize he still remembered that, being so embarrassing and all.

"Yours?" I smirked, trying to cover up my own embarassment, just realizing that I had helped him out. On a small matter like cutting his finger.

"MINE? DAMN CAT BASTARD, YOU'RE THE ONE THAT COUGHT IT!"

"And you're the one who let me point it at you. And throw it."

"YOU SHOULDN'T 'VE THROWN IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!"

"I was a child and didn't know any better. To a human, I was only five, mabye six."

"YEAH, AND YOU WERE A PRETTY DEEP THINKER AT THREE! DON'T YOU TRY TO PULL THAT, BRAT!"

I smiled inwardly, kept a straight face outwardly. " I was wasn't I? Even then, I was smarter than you." I was surprised that he even remembered anything about me, and for some reason happy he did. And no bastard? He was calling me brat?

" DAMN BRAT, SHUT UP! NOT TRUE!" Now he was just whining.

Though I probably could've said something extremely witty, I just went with my everyday "Is too"

"IS NOT!"

"Is too"

''IS NOT"

"Is too," I knew this would last forever and, truthfully, I never did feel good fighting with Turkey, so I laid down on the couch and ignored him trying to get me up. After a while the shouting quieted, and I almost fell asleep again. Key word, almost.

~OoxoO~

Turkey's PoV

I looked at the kid, done yelling at him... For now. (a/n dun dun dunnn...yeah, I sooo gotta stop it) I looked at him, for once being able to see him peaceful. I don't like it. It gives me a strange feeling. I smiled, I had won this round. Looking at my hand, I turned a bright shade of pink, unconsiously bringing my finger up to my mouth. walking over to were the breakfast...soup...thingy was, I noticed it boiling over. With a 'hmph, I grabbed two bowls and got both of us a serving. After setting mine on the table, I walked over to the couch. I smiled calmly and brushed some hair out of his face. His eyes fluttered open and he grabbed the bowl out of my other hand, then flopped back down, holding the food above him.

"Hey, brat, yours's on the table!" Not really, but I said it anyway. the feeling was coming back.

"mm? nnf nnmrrff" He mumbled through the pile of cats piled on him.

"Sorry, brat, I don't speak mumble," I told him, annoyed.

"I said, 'So? Not no more." Greece sat up, glaring at me. "Oh, just out of curiosity, what was your hand doing by my face?"

I flushed, and hid my true intintions by pinching his nose. "A good way to get you up." Greece glared, and I found myself covered in hot soup "BRAT! YOU ARE SO DEAD!" He smirked, and I attacked. Greeaaattt, another fight. Why is it that, as always, I feel unsettled by the fight?

(a/n I am terrible at arguments and insults and stuff so I will skip to Turkeys dream)

I glanced at the kid beside me. "Seriously? You used up your festival money to buy me a MASK?" This kid was so confusing. I wonder what odd reasoning he had for this. The cat I had convinced him to let me buy hopped up onto his head and he glared at it. I smiled.

"I hate cats..." he mumbled, and then looked at me. " Too many people. I don't want them to see my big brother."

"Oh?" I asked. I was thourgholy confused." Please exlpain more?"

"I... I don't want anybody to see your face..."

"Why?" I had a guess, but I wanted him to say it.

" You're always saying how you hate to be seen as weak, and how if certain emotions were to escape, you could be considered weak. A mask would help hide that emotion...a-and besides," the rest, he mumbled so quietly, I couldn't hear. He looked at the ground and turned a deep shade of red...but it could've just been the lighting.

"Sorry, Kitten, I don't speak mumble," I told him, slightly annoyed.

"I... I don't want anybody to see your face..."

"Why?" I had a guess, but I wanted him to say it.

"W-well," His eyes lit up. Greeeeeaaaaattt, he found a way outta it. " A soul always wears a mask, for any occasion. There is only one person that can unmask anothers soul. I don't really see the difference between wearing one one your soul and face, because a soul is always masked, and so are ones true emotions."

"Soooo, technically, you are just being greedy?" I know that shouldn't have made me happy. I know that knowing that he liked me shouldn't give off a happy feeling. He was my five-year-old younger brother! weeeellll, actuuuuaaally, he was fifty, but still! My thoughts were cut short when a red Greece punched my arm

"Just wear the mask..." I smiled, and cruched to his level. He put it on and smiled, motioning he wanted picked up. Holding him, we started leaving the festiival and it's bright lights. "Don't take the mask off unless I say, mm'kay?"

"Mm'kay?"

"PROMISE! Swear on your life! Cross your heart and hope to die!"

"Fine, I promise, just don't scream into my ear!"

"Hope to die?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Hmm, good." He lay down and promptly fell asleep.

He was such a cute child.

AAAAAAAHHHH! LONGEST CHAPPPIIEE EVAAAH! Not gonna do dis again... Sorry for OOc-ness, I'm trying here! And please, somebody tell me if I'm doing good. teeeeeeelllll meeeeee! Sorry, but I am sooo worried that nobody will like this! And should I slow down and give them more time before fluffyness? And sooo sorry fr all my PoV switching, I'm trying to find what's right! Sorry, mabye I should bring in the
'Bad narratoress' for random chapters and for seriosish chapters like this I'll do their PoV. Soorrry, I don't knooooowww! And somebody, anybody, am I, or am I not doing good? Oh, and did you know, Greece was still awake when Turkey brushed his hair back. he knows everything~~~ Oh snap... the mask thing...I forgeted