Little Koneko

by Thousnelda

After creating a figurine, the figurine comes to life to the surprise of both Japan and Greece. Now the two of them take it upon themselves to raise the miniature child in secret. What will the others think when they find out about her? Please review!

2. Chapter 2

Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia

Chapter two

Greece's POV

Almost one week had passed since Japan started on his figure thing, and I had become a little worried about him. I had spent most of the time in his house trying to make sure that he was alright, and in that time he had not so much as left his desk except when he absolutely had to. When I brought him any food he would hardly touch it and he looked as if he had not slept at all.

On the fifth day, I received a call saying that I was needed back at my house. I tried to get out of having to leave, explaining to my boss that Japan really should not be left alone, but he would not have any of it. So I tried in vain to get Japan's attention and tell him that I was leaving. I could not however, so I reluctantly left for my own house.

Japan's POV

I gave out a sigh of happiness. I did not know how long I had been working, but the figurine was finally finished. She was lovely, the best figurine I had ever made. Her skin was the same moon-like color as the un-worked clay, which was contradicted well with the dark hair I had given her; my own hair. Along with this I gave her cat ears and a tail. She looked so adorable and life-like that I found myself thinking of her coming to life.

I chuckled to myself for thinking something as ridiculous as that and sighed again. Fatigue then came over me, causing me to collapse at my desk.

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The next morning when I awoke, I could not believe my eyes. Staring up at me was the figurine that I created, except that it was in a different position and was looking at me with large, green eyes and swishing her tail. I stood up suddenly and watch as she craned her head up higher to still look at me and smile.

As I watched this, I gave out a slight shriek; high pitched enough that she had to cover her ears. After seeing all of this, I rushed to the phone in that room and tried to think of someone to call. Either one of two things was happening. I had either completely lost my mind, which I was hopping was not the case, or my figurine had suddenly come to life for some odd reason. Needless to say, I needed someone to tell me if I was insane or not.

At last I picked up the phone and called Greece.

IT'S A LIVE!

As always, please review~