Do you ever have one of those days? Well I had one of those days and now you have cat romance... so yeah... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Enjoy! ;)

"England! Your cat is stuck up the tree!"

"What do you mean he's- oh shit, not again."

"Exactly. You're getting him this time."

"Fine. Where's the ladder?"

"Scone? Why won't you come down from the tree?"

Scone found himself bristling at the other cat's question. Mostly because if he were to admit the real reason he was absolutely sure he'd never hear the end of it, and also because he was sure that Mouser knew very well why he wouldn't come down from the tree, but just wanted to be an arse about it.

"Go away Mouser! I happen to like it up here!" he called back, digging his claws just a little more into the branch he was currently latched to.

There was silence from below him for a while, and Scone found himself believing for a moment that Mouser actually had left him alone. But then he felt something nuzzling gently into his back, and turned his head to see the other cat had climbed the tree to join him on the branch.

"What're you-"

"You don't have to be ashamed, a lot of cats are afraid of heights," Mouser interrupted, purring a little as he continued the (soothing, though Scone hated to admit it) nuzzling into his back.

Scone found himself loosening the grip he held on the branch despite himself, "Why did you come up here? Aren't you..."

"Scared?" Mouser asked, with just a hint of smugness which made Scone want to claw his eyes out... slowly. The other Cat just laid his head down on Scone's behind, seemingly making himself comfortable, "No, I have to save you, I can't be scared, can I?"

Scone huffed irritably, "You're insufferable."

Mouser made a low noise in his throat, "That's what your human thought of my human, but now look at them."

"Don't compare us to our humans," Scone said, his voice becoming a little small, feeling the tingle of embarrassment crawl up his spine.

Mouser made a confused noise, "Why not?"

"Because we aren't like our humans," Scone replied.

"We're not?" Mouser asked in confusion, "But I want to be like our humans. Our humans spend time together and cuddle together and sleep together. Why can't we be like our humans?"

Scone clawed anxiously at the branch, "We're not humans. We aren't like humans. We-"

He stopped when he felt Mouser once again nuzzle into his fur, a soft purr rumbling deep in his belly, "We don't have to be like humans," he said, and despite himself, Scone once again found himself relaxing, "We can be like us, but like our humans."

"You're lucky I can't go anywhere," Scone grumbled, but didn't attempt to remove the other cat when he hopped gently over his back so he could lay his head on top of Scone's.

Mouser rumbled out a chuckle, "You'd never talk to me about it otherwise."

"I-" before Scone could respond, a metal thing crashed into the branch behind them, startling them out of their calm. After a few moments though, Food appeared at the top of the ladder and reached over to pick him up. Scone went with little resistance, and Mouser just hopped onto the human's head, which he seemed to have a problem with, because he scooped him off a moment later and carried them both down under his arm.

Scone had never been so conflicted about being rescued from a tree in his life.

"I think our cats are warming to each other," Scotland chuckled, as he watched the two cats curled up together on England's favourite chair.

"Our cats should warm up to each other in a different chair," England grumbled, and Scotland was absolutely certain that the cats wouldn't be in that chair at all if he wasn't laying quite so heavily on top of England.

"Maybe they bonded up in that tree today."

England scoffed, "They're cats, Scotland. How do you expect them to bond while stuck in a tree?"

"They'll find a way, oh ye of little faith."

England just hummed out a note of disbelief as the two cats nuzzled closer in their sleep.