Rated M, I own nothing
Okay so... nekotalia. I hope this is right... I tried. So help me, I tried.
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It happened when Finland lost America's cat.
It was purely by accident, and Sweden apologized profusely for it in his own way, but he had left the window open to get in some fresh spring air.
Ameri-cat had decided that was the perfect invitation to jump right out the window with a fierce 'meow' that almost sounded for the world like someone saying 'hero!'
The white cat, with tan around her neck and the whole of her tail, was on the prowl for something fun to do. Oddly enough, when she meowed, it almost looked as if she were wearing glasses. She also had a tuft of fur that absolutely refused to stay down no matter how much she groomed. As well as a way to get home. Because that guy who was looking after her was nice and all, but he was not her mistress.
Ameri-cat followed the McDonald's. They always led her home. It would be no different now. Maybe a bit of a longer walk because she'd taken a nap on that strange contraption her mistress insisted she travel in. The one that was so loud and changed pressures.
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Norway was on his way back from shopping, some weeks later, and to his surprise in an ally way there came a very loud mewling.
His dull blue eyes glanced down to see a white and tan cat. A tuft of fur was standing up as the cat pawed through an empty McDonald's bag, clearly hungry.
Norway knew he had seen the cat before, but he could not quite place with whom it had been.
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Ameri-cat pounced happily on a toy that Norway had for his own cat.
After immediately bathing the female cat, to remove the scents of the streets off of her as well as any other animals, he toweled her dry. She ended up nearly twice her size for a few minuets, and even for a reserved nation it was considered rather adorable.
It had surprised Norway that the cat appeared quite comfortable in the water and had tried to pounce on his hand a few time. It nearly made him smile. As did her nearly constant stream of kitten-like meows and how she had jumped into the bubbles like a rabbit.
When she was presentable, and not trying to eat half the things that even resembled a vague form of food; He had allowed the pair to get to know each other, under his supervision of course. He did not want either of them injured. He noticed that Canada's cat was blinking and looking away from his own.
Ah, making friends then. That sounded a lot like Canada. Perhaps the temperament of the owner rubbed off on the pets? There had been a saying that pets and owners could be remarkably alike. It was obvious to Norway by the way his cat was far superior to Denmark's.
He nodded his head and proceeded into the kitchen to make coffee.
Nor-cat noticed the newcomer at once. The long white haired cat, with some fur held in place over his left eye, and Norwegian flag ribbon tied around his next watched the other intently.
They slowly came toward each other, he was bristling and she looked oblivious to it all. They sniffed the air, but both could only smell the shampoo that Norway had used. Therefore, they smelled alike and that put them at ease.
Hiya! The white and tan cat said happily. I'm Ameri-cat.
Nor-cat. He replied with reserved politeness.
He twitched his tail back and forth. The female cat soon lost interest in the and had moved on to the toy that had previously been untouched.
Nor-cat merely allowed it. The female was not...too bothersome. She was playful, from the way she spoke, and did not seem inclined to pester hi-
Come on dude! The American cat said, pawing at the air excitedly. You've got to come play with this!
It is mine, the fluffier cat replied stoically, I have played with it countless times.
He went back to sunbathing on the warm floor in silence. His curiosity was gone and now he could focus on more important things. His dull blue eyes flicked away from the female cat that decided to run up and down the hall at his rejection.
Whoo! This is awesome! Ameri-cat declared as she launched herself down the hall, raced around the corner, rebounded off a nearby chair, and made a huge leap in the air.
The Norwegian cat blinked in disinterest. Right up until the unusual cat came down next to him. She meowed at him happily.
Did ya see? Did ya?
The long-haired white cat startled as the other put her nose to his. Such greetings were unusual, normally reserved for cats that were exceedingly comfortable around each other as it put them both in a vulnerable position.
A monotone purr reverberated from her throat, as her blue eyes danced merrily. Nor-cat could tell by the sound that she was young, and the visual confirmation was there by the way continued to chatter at him by pitching her calls to be more urgent sounding.
This place is so cool! Dude! My mistress would love it here. She's just as heroic as me. Ameri-cat said boastfully as she pulled back and started boxing at the air. She'd totally love it.
Nor-cat stilled, his dull blue eyes were slightly widened still in surprise and his tail had stilled from its gentle twitching. He licked the back of a paw surreptitiously as he comprehended what she was conveying.
She had an owner. Which meant that she was not a stray.
That meant... she would leave eventually.
Nor-cat bristled slightly at the thought. The younger cat had shown that she nearly completely trusted him and he did not have many companions to play with. Outside of his littermate somewhere in Iceland, and that damned annoying Danish cat that came with his loud master.
Are you sure she didn't abandon you? He asked, not to be cruel, but his master had found her without her owner around. It was only logical to entertain the idea that she might be an unwanted stray.
The other cat hissed at the suggestion before starting to rumble with amusement.
No, she did not. She never would. I was being watched by this other human and left out the window. Usually the 'McDonald's' leads me home.
What is McDonalds?
Only the greatest thing ever! I know because America told me so.
America?
My mistress.
Ah. Nor-cat flicked his tail from side to side as the rays of the sun warmed his fur quite nicely. He had heard that name before, though he could not fully place where he had heard it before.
Perhaps he would consult his master on the matter.
When he felt like it.
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"Hm. You should go back to your owner." Norway said stoically as he pet the cat that continued to purr rather loudly.
So loud that he would almost swear the feline had no volume control.
It had taken him some time, but he had managed to clear a few days on his calendar and work schedule. He would have to return the feline back to Canada. The other country was likely nearly beside himself with worry over his lost pet.
Norway was still uncertain as to how the feline had even ended up here. It was likely a mystery for the ages, or some sort of airport mistake. He had noticed that his own cat had taken a shine to the female cat.
It was slightly amusing... and a little disconcerting because he was not certain if Canada had had his pet fixed or not.
He gently picked up the white and darker colored cat and set her on the floor. Norway had already collected his cat carrier, the one he normally used for his own pet. He grabbed some treats from his kitchen and threw them in the carrier.
Without missing a beat, the foreign cat leap straight after the food as Norway shut the door behind her.
The animal truly did love its food. Dull blue eyes checked to make certain he did not pin part of her fur in-between the gate and the plastic shell of the carrier.
It took a moment or two for the female cat to notice.
Uh... dude? Dude! Let me out! There is no more food.
Norway made soothing sounds at the cat called even more loudly.
Nor-Cat! You've gotta do something. Your owner has gone nuts!
She bat a paw against the door of the carrier.
The long haired white cat looked over at her blankly.
He is not 'nuts'. He is taking you somewhere.
"It is time to go," Norway said stoically. "You will be back with Canada very soon. Just endure this a little longer.
Ameri-cat tried to meow her distress.
Dude, come on dude! This isn't right. You can't send a heroic cat like myself to the wrong country. This is... like... against the law or something.
The fluffy white cat, with the red and white ribbon around his throat stared at her stoically. Though he too began to meow in a monotone fashion, with a hint of urgency.
Master Norway, I think you are incorrect about her owner. Master Norway?
"I know that you two like each other, but this little one has to go home. Her owner misses her." Norway said as he pat his pet on top of its head. "Perhaps you may visit one day."
Such a thing might be welcomed. It never hurt to strengthen further ties between countries.
In America dude! My owner is in AMERICA! Land of the Free, home of the brave! Dude! Norway dude! Please, don't take me to Canada! Not Canada! She meowed urgently until it sounded as if she were being tortured.
Nor-cat, help! She tried to bat at Norway's hands, but to no avail. They were too far out of reach. This is a crime! Cat POW. I am entitled to certain rights! Geneva Convention.
I don't think that is quite correct-
Shut up Nor-Cat and save my ass!
The stoic feline looked nonplussed. In the end, neither pet succeeded in stopping Norway from loading Ameri-cat into his car. Nor the drive. Not even the hour and a half they waited for the flight.
Ameri-cat hated flying. Unless it was her sailing through the air to epically pounce on some villainous feline.
This that Russian cat that kept insisting on trying to sleep on her. She was not a nap place! She was the most heroic cat ever!
"Don't worry little cat," Norway said neutrally as he scanned the list of flight departures to see if the plane was on time, "I will make certain that you get home. It is unlike Canada to be so irresponsible."
She tried to push herself up against the door of the cat-carrier. Her paws shot out, trying to get a hold of Norway to keep him from allowing them to put her on the plane.
No! Wait! You don't understand!
Norway straightened, with a slight smile around his mouth which disappeared as quickly as it had come. Canada had an energetic and talkative pet. It would also be fair to deem the thing as affectionate.
Ameri-cat caterwauled and yowled for all she was worth as he handed her over to be loaded on the plane ahead of the passengers. She batted at the cage, she slammed herself against the carrier but it did nothing.
He was seriously going to take her to Canada?
But..but..but... she wasn't Canadian!
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Completely pissed off, and for a cat that was hardly new, Ameri-cat watched though narrowed eyes as Norway tried to hand her over to Canada.
She knew Canada. He was at her mistresses house all of the time. Sometimes, against his will, when a new video game came out on the market.
"Oh! Thank you," Canada said easily. However his violet eyes lingered on the meowing cat in distress. "But, that isn't my cat."
"It's not?" Norway blinked without his expression changing.
"No," the shorter male replied shaking his head. "That is America's. But she's been looking everywhere for her."
"America?" He questioned thoughtfully. Well, that did explain how the cat got away from its owner. America was known to be less responsible than Canada.
"I... I can take her to America," Canada offered congenially as he adjusted his glasses. "If you want? She's been more upset since her President told her she couldn't keep sending out the National Guard to look for her cat."
Norway contemplated the idea, yet, as he had previously wished to strengthen ties with Canada; he could do not less for America. Especially in light of her frantic search for her pet. The stoic and upstanding nation waivered on indecision.
Fucking take me back to America! Ameri-cat yowled at him with a serious expression.
Norway nodded thoughtfully, he could not abandon Nor-cat's little playmate. Therefore he would take the animal to America.
"That is alright, I will take her home." Norway replied in a steady manner.
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America answered the door, looking sad and concerned. Her bright blue eyes were slightly dulled and red rimmed with previously shed tears.
All heroic, of course.
A very familiar meow, and a tall blonde male nation forced her to blink in surprise. America adjusted Texas and leaned out from the door way a little more.
"Norway?" She asked with confusion, until her blue eyes landed on the missing pet she'd been searching high and low for. "Ameri-cat!"
Her eyes widened as she reached for the carrier, to take it from Norway.
"I found her," He started to inform her, "in-"
He did not get very far because America gently set the carrier down and threw her arms around Norway. She kissed him quickly in her excitement and gratitude. The male nation was silenced in surprise.
"You found her! Oh thank you. Thank you so much. You are the best!" She gushed with exuberance and happiness radiating off of every inch of her.
"You're like the most amazing nation ever! You know, after me." She flashed a grin and kissed his cheek again.
A slight bit of color made its way onto Norway's cheeks as America gushed her sincerest thanks to him, all without letting go of him.
"Oh dude! You have to stay for dinner," America half-demanded and half-offered. She started dragging Norway inside with a bright smile.
From inside the carrier, Ameri-cat watched the scene unfold. Her mistress and Nor-cat's master seemed to like each other. Or at least, Norway was turning colors and that was entertaining.
That meant he'd come to visit then and bring Nor-cat. Ameri-cat purred in contentment.
She also thoroughly expected some chicken in exchange for her ordeal.