A/N: MiguelxMatthew and fem!Canada!CatxCuba!Cat. Miguel is Human Cuba. Mentions of Gilbert, Gilbert!Cat and Gilbird. Smexxy time for the humans and awkward meetings for the cats. Shy!Matthew and Bad Boy!Miguel and Timid!Matilda and Unfazed!Ismael.

I freaking love cats! /implodes And having Hetalia have canon cats is amazing. I-It's too awesome for words. I think even Prussia would be speechless. /teary
I think I may be doing more animal!fics now. I kinda want to write Australia's koala. ...Does it have a name? What other animals are there? I know there's Pierre # 1 and Pierre #2, the endless supply of Gilbirds, America's whale, cat, and Tony, Kumajirou... Oh! Doesn't New Zealand have a Kiwi? /spazzes I love Kiwis! I may incorportate the fairies. Oh! Austria and Poland's horses! XD My brother, Matthew, and I get a kick out of Austria's horse. He's so CREEPY! End Mindless Chatter!

I hope you enjoy the cuteness as much as I did! Oh! And please, if anyone has a request, I will gladly take it. The only must is that it has to involve Canada in some way.

Every morning Matilda cleaned her fur for ten minutes. Then at precisely nine o'clock, he master, Matthew, came down the stairs and fed her. She drank her milk and then see Matthew off to work.

At ten o'clock, Matilda was checking the house for mice, bits of string, or anything shiny. Once the whole house was scoured, she went back downstairs and stretched out on the small love seat and sleep in the sun streaming through the window.

At noon on the dot, Matilda ate lunch that was left out by Matthew before he left. After eating, Matilda cleaned her fur again and then slept off the food again.

At five, Matthew came through the door and Matilda would yawn and meow her greetings. About that time, depending on if Matthew had company or not, he would begin preparing his own dinner and then feed Matilda again.

Then he would sit down on the couch and scratch her ears until he went to bed.

Matilda was the perfect example of a spoilt house pet.

On a particular cold and snowy day in December, Matthew returned home early, like he always did during this time of year. With him, he had another human. He was tall, taller than Matthew, and was darker than him. He looked frightening at first, but when Matilda saw the cat in his arms, she became curious.

"You can sit Ismael down. Matilda loves to play with other cats."

"Ismael can be a bit intimidating, though. You sure, you cat won't run off?"

"She'll be alright. Matilda is very sweet."

Matilda meowed and rubbed against Matthew's legs, begging to see the new cat.

The man set down the cat and the two felines immediately pressed noses, taking in each other's scent.

The new cat was larger than her, but Matilda wasn't afraid. "Who are you?" she asked.

"I'm Ismael. That's Miguel, my human."

"That's a very nice name, Ismael. I'm Matilda. Um, I hope this isn't rude, but, why are you here?"

"I think it has to do with our humans. I think they're in heat."

Matilda gasped. "I-I don't think Matthew's ever been in heat before," she said timidly.

"It happens," Ismael said passively.

Matilda watched him walk by her and then looked up to Matthew, but he was gone.

"I would suggest you stay down here. My human can be quite the charmer with his mates."

Nervously, Matilda nodded and followed the new cat. "S-So…"

"Are there any other cats around here?"

Matilda shook her head. "I'm here all on my own when Matthew's out. Though, when Gilbert is here, he's Matthew's friend, he brings his cat, he has the same name, and a sweet little bird, named Gilbird."

Ismael sat down and licked his back. Matilda stood there. "U-Um… just make yourself at home, I g-guess."

Ismael continued to clean his fur but, both cats jumped when something up stairs made a bang.

"W-What was that?" Matilda asked worriedly. She glanced at the stairs.

"They probably dropped something. So, Matilda, what do you do when your human is gone? And friends?"

"N-No. I make sure there's no mice and th-then I sort of laze around. That sounds very boring and I must sound so lazy."

"Nah. We're cats. It's our nature." Ismael smirked. "So. No siblings or anything?"

Matilda shook her head. "I think Matthew is thinking of another cat, though. But, I don't think he thinks I will take to it well."

"You must be lonely during the day, though."

"I-I guess it does, sometimes. B-But I don't mind it much. Matthew is very good to me so I'm just glad to live with him."

Another bang came from upstairs and the cats jumped.

"W-What are they doing?"

"I dunno. But, I'm kind of curious now." Ismael headed for the stairs.

"D-Didn't you say to stay down here, though!"

"Yeah. You don't have to come if you don't want to."

Matilda thought a moment, but her curiosity got the best of her. "W-Wait for me, please."

The two cats climbed the stairs together and Matilda showed Ismael where Matthew's bedroom was. The door wasn't shut and there was just a crack that the cats looked through. They couldn't see anything when they peaked in, so Ismael pushed the door open more.

Nervous that she would catch Matthew in the act, Matilda cautiously crept into the room, after Ismael.

Miguel and Matthew were on his bed; Matthew under Miguel. From their spot on the floor, the cats could see him making faces and Miguel moving on top of him. If she could, Matilda would have blushed furiously.

Ismael, though, fore went the bed and inspected the room. He found their culprit on the other side of the room. A picture frame and a book were lying on the floor. Ismael sniffed it, from instinct, and then looked at Matilda.

"They must have knocked these down."

Matilda tried to ignore the mewls Matthew made and inspected the items for herself. "How could they have fallen if they're over on the bed?"

Just then, a baseball rolled off the dresser and landed next to Matilda's head. She jumped into the air, completely frightened and let out a shriek.

Matthew gasped and sat up, completely forgetting Miguel. Though, he winced when he felt his spin throb. "M-Matilda?" He peered over the side of the bed and sat the two cats on the floor, his picture frame, book, and baseball on the floor. Then he blushed. The cats had gotten into the room while he and Miguel had been… Mon Dieu.

"What is it, Pet?" Miguel looked over the bed too.

Matilda stared at the two humans nervously.

"T-The cats got into the r-room. S-Sorry. I-I just d-don't want to do this with them in here." Matthew reached for his shirt on the other side of the bed and took the blanket and covered himself before picking up Matilda.

"That would be a bit awkward. Like we had an audience." Matthew laughed nervously.

"S-Sorry."

"'s alright."

Ismael jumped on the bed too and sat next to Miguel.

The tension between the two humans dissolved and Matthew decided to ask, "Did you two here the stuff fall off the dresser?"

Matilda meowed and nuzzled Matthew, purring. "I-I guess you did. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." Matthew looked back at Miguel. "O-Oh! You probably think I'm some kind of freaky cat guy, for talking to Matilda." Matthew laughed sheepishly.

"Nah. I talk to Ismael too, sometimes. Cat's are real good listeners." Miguel laughed as he scratched Ismael's back.

"W-Well, um… I could start dinner, if you want?" Matthew asked.

"That'd be awesome." Miguel stood up, still naked and threw Ismael out of the room, telling him to look for something else to do. Both Matthew and Matilda smiled nervously.

Taking the blanket with him, Matthew set Matilda out the door and shut it, promising dinner in a few minutes.

When the two humans were dressed again, they made their way down the stairs. Matthew told Miguel to make himself at home and he went on into the kitchen to start making their and the cat's dinner.

As usual, Matilda was fed first. Matthew gave her and Ismael a bowl of dry cat food, Matilda's with honey and both cats got a helping of left-over fish.

"I hope you like Chinese. It's kind one of the only things I can make without screwing up," Matthew called to Miguel.

"I love Chinese food. The spicier the better." Miguel came into the kitchen and watched as Matthew worked around him.

He smirked when he caught a limp in Matthew's step. "It's not painful, right?"

"Hmm? O-Oh!" Matthew flushed. "N-Not really. It's just a throb in my spin."

Miguel nodded and continued watching the dinner come to life.

"Tonight was very nice, Miguel. I really enjoyed it." Matthew said as he kissed the man at his doorstep.

"I would hope so," Miguel smirked.

"Y-Yeah. A-And I'll make sure Matilda doesn't i-interrupt next time."

"Did you just guarantee a next time?"

"I-I… think I did." Matthew smiled. The two kissed again and then Miguel waved good bye and left for his car.

Matthew shut the door and fell onto the couch, careful of his soreness. Matilda jumped onto the couch and the next second, Matthew was squeezing her in a hug, giggling like a girl.

"I-I really like him, Matilda!" Matthew cheered. He looked at Matilda as he scratched her ears and listened to her purr. "And I don't think I blew it! I think he's a keeper!"

Matilda meowed. And even though she knew Matthew couldn't understand her, she said, "I think he will make you very happy."