Author's Note:

So, I haven't been posting lately. first I got a bit lazy...second 'unrequited' has been a bit slower than expected! XD...I promise that I will never abandon it! It's like my contribution to the DenAme community! LOL

Anyway, this is another 'weird power' thing, where countries show just a bit of what they're capable of in terms of magical power of sorts! XD!

Thanks to my watchers, favoriters, commenters, and readers! I LOVE YOU! MAHAL KO KAYONG LAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!

GCJAKEY's Note:

I haven't been in the mood to help TK! Sorry for that, but I've been drawing a lot more often...I really want to develop more! XD!

Warning: DrugAddict!RusCat, Meow-Chirp!America, Cheshire-grin!Canada, Normal!Russia

P.s. We do not Hetalia. We're just there for the awesomeness and the history stuff and maybe the cute characters ;)

No to Catnip

"You look so cute, Vlad!" the excitable American petted his friend's peculiar-looking cat which caused it to purr and instinctively lean towards the firm hand.

"Al, are you sure you're okay staying here? Ivan and I still need to finish up on some paperwork." There was a bit of worry on his older twin's face with his hand placed on the American's toned traps.

Alfred smiled reassuringly and brushed his hand on his brother. "Bro, I have Vlad with me…you know how much I love this fur ball." The Russian cat was held in front of Canada's face.

"Alright then, I assure you that the meeting will be short, Al. I hope Vlad will not be a naughty kitty, Da?" Russia came from behind the North Americans glaring at his cat, which he knew would be up to no good again.

"You're scaring him, Vany." America said with the cat scurrying inside his shirt. The lush coat brushed against his tanned and toned abs, making America laugh loudly…before moaning due to a wet tongue coming down his treasure trail.

"See? Vlad can be so troublesome." Ivan pointed out like a daunting mother as he pulled his frisky feline out of the flustered American's shirt.

"I-I think I can handle him." America coughed into his hand, not even wanting to see the two because of the way he moaned.

"If you say so…stay safe." Canada brought his hand on one of his younger twin's cheek giving him a small smile like he always did. And America in return would always pull him in for the biggest, tightest, and longest hug in the world.

His head was resting peculiarly on the other's neck and the latter was also reciprocating a very firm hug.

Yes, they may be different. But they were that type of twins that don't mind holding hands in public and hug and whatever most might've done with their twins when they were younger.

"M'kay, Mattie." America smiled brightly before letting go of his brother.

The two nations headed out the door, leaving the youngest to the cat's naughty plot.

"I really do hope that Al can control Vlad. I love my cat, but at times he's a demon." Russia sighed, knowing all too well to the feline's tendency for hijinks.

"I'm pretty sure that my brother can handle a cat. I mean, he has a lot more in his house plus dogs." Matthew had a lot of trust in his very competent brother.

"Alright." Ivan surrendered, although still not convinced. "So, do you think our bosses would come to an understanding?" he changed the topic to help him stop worrying of his devil of a cat.

~*BACK IN CANADA'S HOUSE*~

"So, Vlad…what do you wanna do next?" America asked his furry friend as he tossed his ball of yarn.

The cat shrugged and mewed as if trying to talk. America nodded his head over and over before hitting the 'oh-shit' face.

"Y-you have some with you?" He asked the cat, trying to not sound as frantic as he really was.

…

"N-no I w-won't!" the young nation took a step back, trying to get away from the cat.

…

"I-I've been clean for fifty years, damn it." He shouted as he got cornered, he was so afraid that jumping over didn't seem to cross his mind.

Vlad moved closer, bringing to him a small pouch of an unknown substance. The small snap released a smell that most people wouldn't pick up. However, Alfred wasn't like most people.

He inched down towards the floor, still trying to keep the cat away, but the aroma was too strong. It smelled fresh and potent.

"J-just the way I liked it." America got more transfixed on the pouch. He went down on all fours, his hands slightly closed as he did. He's shoulders lagged and sagged lazily like a cat as he moved closer to the now discarded pouch. The cat moved closer to the young man's ear, whispering meows.

Alfred's eyes were now yellow, abandoning his famous shade of blue, and his pupils were slitted. The black slits slowly dilated into big black orbs. His mouth was curved much like a cat and a purr came from his throat as he cocked his head, already getting high on the scent of the grains that escaped the pouch.

His acute sense of smell didn't need to move on inch closer…but to get the full effect he had to do it.

He got a handful and came up to his knees, still growling softly like a giant cat. The sounds intensified with his heart pounding fast…what would Mattie think? He'd probably be disappointed and give him one of those looks that broke his heart. What about Francis? He'd be glued to his back for the next month. Arthur? He'd just say 'Bloody Yank' and steer him clear of the substance.

'W-what would he think o-of me?'

He would probably be just as disappointed as Mattie if not more…He'd probably beat the crap out of him until he was clean or he'd probably be more patient and help him through this…that sounded nice. Really nice.

The substance made it to his nose. His reaction was instant. He rolled to the floor and twisted and writhed like an over-excited cat. His eyes were closed shut as he savored the feeling.

Fifty years was too long.

"C-C-CATN…N-NIP!" He groaned out. His back arched beautifully as he shoved more and more.

~*AN HOUR LATER IN A BAR*~

"Cheers, Da?" Russia brought his mug of beer up. The meeting was a success, whatever it was about.

"Cheers." Canada was also happy. He didn't what would happen if their bosses started throwing knives at each other.

"I-I think you have to do it with me. Y-you know…if you want to." Ivan blushed cutely with his mug still up in the air. Sure he was intimidating at times, but he's a really big softy at heart. So soft, that even the worst actor playing as the worst character in the worst romantic movie in history…would still make him cry. Canada witnessed that first hand.

"O-Oh sorry. CHEERS." Mattie said a bit louder as he brought his beer up to Russia's.

"You really are one peculiar guy, Vany!" a soft chuckle erupted from his soft throat.

"I am, Da? Is that a good thing?" the Russian blushed again, feeling self-conscious all of the sudden.

"It really is." The Canadian reassured. "So…anything that we can talk about, besides that annoying meeting?" he asked.

"Oh yeah…Vladimir has an addiction problem." His cat really was interesting. What kind of cat had an addiction?

"To what?" the other asked, a bit bored that this was all he could muster.

"To Catnip. I know cats all have that addiction but his is a lot different. He's good at smuggling those." Russia smiled.

…

"We have to get back to my house, right now, eh?" Canada left some money on the counter before dragging his friend, who didn't finish his beer.

"w-why?"

"Al. Alfred's what!" he answered in a serious tone.

~*LET'S SEE HOW OUR FRIEND IS DOING*~

America has calmed down. He was sitting on his ass with his legs folded in towards his crotch. Both his hands were rigidly pressed on the floor. He was concentrating, he finished his third bag. He looked at the wall in dire concentration.

His white shirt was sloppy and untidy with sweat-stains everywhere and his slacks were doing nothing to hide the band of his neon-blue briefs.

"THE GROUND'S SHAKING! NYA~" he jumped away with feline grace. He laughed loudly and continued rolling on the carpeted floor, still with the catnip on full effect.

"ALFRED!" The door burst open, revealing his two friends, whom he could not recognize at the moment.

America crouched down hissing and growling at his brother. Canada was perfectly calm while Russia was in motherfucking shock.

Why was his friend acting like a cat?

"Alright, Bro. Just calm down and I'll get you some milk." The older twin crouched being very careful to not startle his younger brother. The other inched forward, trying to take a whiff of the air his brother exuded. He got curious and came even closer, still hissing softly in order to let the others know that he had his guard up and was watching them.

"Da. A-Al, you should calm down." The other tried to help, cautiously approaching the youngest of the bunch.

"Commie demon!" the high American moved back, unleashing his extra pair of wings.

…the room was only filled with the flapping of the brilliant golden-brown wings and the hisses and growls of America. A roar came from the crouched nation, a roar reminiscent to that of a lion. An angry lion.

"What the fuck is wrong with him?" Russia became frantic trying to think of something logical to make of this.

"Nothing is wrong with my brother. THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!" Mattie snapped at Ivan.

"How?" Ivan also got irritated.

"If you didn't bring that stupid cat, then he wouldn't be high and confused. Maple, he's been clean for fifty years! Now, he has to start all over again!" Canada was red in anger.

His face softened with the sight of his brother with his feet tucked near his body and eyes peeping every now and then, to see if the 'scary' part was over.

"Al, it's me. Come on…I'll heat up some cream for you…with honey." Canada smiled again coaxing Alfred to step out of his form. The strong hand extended to meet the identical one. The older tugged on it harshly, making the younger yelp and fall to his brother.

For a brief second, the American trashed about wanting to be free.

"NYA~" he mewed softly as he became limp. Canada was rubbing on the back of his ear. Soft and sleepy purrs came from the other's throat as one hand continuously scratched his soft ear and the other rubbed his taut back.

"C-cream." A small purr followed as America pleaded for cream.

"Alright. Just sleep for a bit, m'kay?" his firm scratches were giving him the desired effect as the other's wings became a lot limper and his eyelids became heavier.

"Not…t-tir…" His head falls forward to his older twin's shoulder, deep in sleep. The Canadian's warm gloved hands wrap around the built waist as the sleeping nation's arms fidgeted in a feline manner. His legs continuously twitched as purrs and mewls continuously escaped from the slightly parted mouth.

"Sleep tight, bro." Canada placed the younger twin on the sofa, carefully folding his wings so us to not disturb his sleep. America curled to a ball with a soft snore.

"Keep that cat away from him please?" Mattie gave a pleading look to Ivan who has been scolding the cat for the past five minutes.

"W-what is he? I mean is he a cat…bird thing?" Russia turned around surprised, as if almost getting caught for doing something. The manner caught Canada's attention and inspected the cat behind him that was shaking under his smile.

"Cougar-Eagle. To be exact. What did you do to Vlad?" he asked curiously.

"I disciplined him" Russia smiled nervously. Discipline meant looking at his pure black eyes with a tinge of evil magenta that could make your worst dreams come to life and maybe even damage your brain. That's why he was good in reading people, his only competition was Spain actually, who could also read a person just by touch that was why he was so charismatic. It was because he knew how other people felt. To top it off, he could also manipulate the warmth inside others. The warmer the person, be it figuratively or literally, the more he could materialize a heat wave.(They figured each other out by accident).

"Vany, are you in there? You seemed to be spacing out." Canada asked worriedly.

"Da. I am really sorry for Vladimir; he will not be doing it again, right?" He smiled at his cat who nodded briskly.

"Good. I am sorry Russia but I think you have to go now, Alfred needs his sleep and probably a whole night to kick out the habit again." A sigh escaped from his lips as he remembered how hard it was to keep him off catnip.

Vlad nudged Russia to get closer looking at him. 'Do something! I didn't drug a friend of mine just for you to mess up again!'

"I don't mind, I can help you with me. It's the least I could do as a responsible pet owner."He picked up his cat and squeezed him painfully on purpose.

Mattie smiled in relief. "Could you warm some cream for Al, Ivan?" he asked politely.

"Da. I will do it now!" the Russian was over-eager to please. Once he was in the kitchen only Canada and Vladimir were left near the door.

"I hope that you won't be doing that again, Vlad." His smile was soft as the cat purred to the hand scratching his ear.

Suddenly it became painful for the cat as he dug his now long knife-like claws deeper. The cat looked up being greeted with big red irises and a grin full of jagged, horribly overlapped, randomly angled rows of needle teeth that reached to his ears.

"I don't like it when someone's messing with my brother. And I'm sure as hell that he won't defend you like he does for most of the others." the voice became creepy as the long nails continuously scratched the ear.

"You don't want me to gobble you up, do you?" he asked with a soft laugh.

Vlad shook his stout head and pleaded for his life.

"Good then." His face was immediately back to normal.

"M-mattie…" his brother's voice was soft and muffled. He wasn't supposed to be up for an hour at least.

"Coming Al!" he stood up rushing to his living room.

EXTRA: The awesome hunt

There's nothing manlier than hunting. But while most men carried guns and trackers, traps, and whatnot, the twins had a simpler method.

This was the time of the year where they starved themselves the day before to get the most of it. They didn't want some silly trophy or mounting a deer's head on their wall. Their mother thought them better than that! No…all they needed was the deer.

A deer leapt out from the bushes obviously running from something, it had enough strength to look back.

It was a red-eyed man with a mouth with rows of needle like teeth. His soft blonde hair bounced as he ran faster.

He dug his long claws on its rump, actually breaking the bone underneath.

Its distressed cry was unanswered as it felt pain in moving. Before it knew it, it was greeted with feline fangs.

After a few seconds, the deer stopped moving.

Alfred stood up with a bloody smile and his canines sharper and longer than usual.

"Nice job bro." he patted Canada's back.

"Nice finishing blow. So, you chase this time?" the older smirked as he ruffled his brother's honey crown.

"Sure, then we'll get the fire started." Alfred ran deeper into the woods followed by an equally excited Matthew.

"C-could you stop being so animalistic? Be more humane than that!" England hollered angrily looking at the freshly killed ungulate.

"Oh, mon cher, they showed a lot more self-control. They truly have grown up. *SIGH* I remember when they were a lot younger…remember, when little Mattie would actually break every bone in the deer's body and little Alfie would pull its throat out with his little baby teeth?" France squealed remembering the cuteness overload he suffered from those earlier days.

"You're right I guess." Arthur sighed in defeat.

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