A/N: Thank you to the people who reviewed! Also, I've changed my mind on what countries are used in this. I'm going to use some of the other personified nations, not just the G8 countries. This is simply because I feel like adding some pairings in later, mostly crack ones, but most likely no OC/Canon. Any nations you'd like to see in here?
Introducing some more nations!
Chapter 2: There's More of You!
"Kesese... Vake up Austria..." The white furred Prussian mewled.
"Hmph..." Austria rose his black-brown head, his light violet eyes narrowing in concentration. "Vhy can't I zee anything? It's all blurry..." His eyes snapped towards a movement to his left. A blonde mass was slowly standing up.
"Like, ow..."
"Poland? Is zat you?"
"Like, what happened? Austria? Prussia?"
"Voh! Vhat the hell is dis!" Prussia shouted, just as he was tackled to the ground.
"Like, Hungary? Why are you, like, a kitten? Like! What happened! Why am I totally a cat!"
"Prussia! I know you have something to do with us being cats!"
"Vhat? I did not do dis! It vas probably the zupid Brit's fault!"
"England? He dost not haff magical povers. He juz believes he dost. He's wery demented." Austria pointed out, sealing Prussia's fate. Hungary turned an angry glare on the Prussian, and jumped at him, the intent to kill in her eyes.
"VAIT! HUNGARY! STOP!"
"Screw you!"
"Ugh..." I awoke with a groan, feeling a pressure on my chest. I opened my eyes to see a small, fluffy, white bear on my chest. I blinked, and watched as it raised it's head.
"Who?" It stared at me with beady black eyes, and, surprisingly, I didn't scream.
"You remind me of Mister Kumajiro from Hetalia. That is now your name. How did you get into my apartment and how can you talk?"
"Who?"
"I'm Gabriel Krasnov."
"Who are you?" He asked, turning his attention to Canada kitty, who snapped up next to me.
"Meow, Canada..." I jumped, and stared at the honey coloured kitten. He himself seemed to be surprised.
"Meow? Meow?" He gained a small kitty-smile, and yowled out, "Canada! England! America!"
"That's kind of creepy... Ooh!" I grinned, before asking, "Say Russia!"
"Russia? Mreow..." At the sound of his name, the silver kitten waltzed in.
"Da, Canada? Meow?" I just wandered off into my bathroom, trying to ignore the kittens meowing country names from behind me.
"You remind me of Mister Kumajiro from Hetalia." Canada heard Gabriel say, as he slowly faded into consciousness. He didn't hear what Gabriel said afterwords, but he did hear a remarkably familiar "Who?" Snapping up, he looked over at his fluffy white bear.
"I'm Gabriel Krasnov." Kumajiro turned his attention to Canada.
"Who are you?"
"I'm Canada." Canada meowed, before realizing that he said his country name in plain English. "What the? Did I just?" Canada smiled, "Canada! England! America!"
"That's kind of creepy. Ooh! Say Russia!"
"Russia. Why?"
"Da, Canada? You called?" Canada jumped, as Gabriel left for his bathroom.
"Russia! We can say country names in plain English!" Russia gave him a questionable look.
"France. Germany, da!" Russia cat-smirked, before walking towards the room's doorway. "Come along, Canada. We need to tell Germany."
"A-Ah, yes!"
In the living room, the G8 nations joined together. "'ey, what is zis meeting about?" France asked.
"Canada and Russia haff discovered something interesting."
"Da, we have discovered that we can say country names in English. Not cat-speak."
"Really?" America shouted, causing mostly everyone to cover their ears.
"Da. Give them an example, ne, Canada?" Canada blushed, before saying as loud as he can,
"Italy! Germany! Japan!" Each country came out in English, causing the others to stare.
"But, how?" Japan asked, his black tail swishing.
"We do not know. Anyways, for today, just act like normal cats. Meeting dismissed!" Each nation meowed an affirmative, before walking off to do cat things.
A groan was heard, as a blond kitten stood up. "Wha?" His green eyes opened slowly, and widened as he saw that he was in an unfamiliar place.
"Big bruder!"
"Switzerland!" Switzerland turned to see three cats run up to him, one a lighter shade of blonde than he, and two brown ones.
"Hey, gun-bastard." Switzerland picked out Romano's voice, and turned to the other two.
"Liechtenstein? Spain? Where the hell am I? Where is my gun?" Spain just shrugged, and started bothering Romano.
"Big bruder, didn't you notice that we are not ourselves?"
"Kind of. Why the hell are we cats?"
"I don't know, bruder."
"It's probably that stupid Brit's fault." Liechtenstein just smiled, and curled up to her brother.
"Yeah-"
"VAIT! HUNGARY! STOP!"
"What the hell? Was that the albino-bastard?" Romano shouted. Switzerland quickly turned towards the voice, and ran off.
"Wait! Big bruder!"
I walked out of the bathroom with a towel on my shoulders. I looked around my room, but I couldn't see any kitties. "I wonder where they went?" I asked myself, as I put on a pair of pants.
"Who?" I heard Kumajiro ask me.
"I've already told you, I'm Gabriel." The bear nodded, and padded out of the room. I rolled my eyes, and removed the towel from my shoulders. I threw on an orange shirt, and left my room.
"Mreow?... Meow." I heard meows from the living room, but waved them off. I waltzed down the hall to the kitchen, intent to get something to eat.
"Food, glorious food!" I grinned, and opened the fridge door. " NO! Verdammit!" I shouted, just as Germany prowled into the room.
"Meow mreow, mewl?"
"Hmm?" I turned to face the blonde kitty. "Oh, hey Germany. What do you want?"
"Mew." I easily interpreted what he meant.
"Sorry, we're out of food."
"Meow, me-meow."
"Ja, I was planning on getting some more." He nodded, and strutted back out of the kitchen. "I didn't know that cats could strut their stuff..." I shook my head, and grabbed my sweater from the coat rack. Why did I have a coat rack in my kitchen? I dunno, I must have been the decorator...
"Meow?" I finished slipping on my sweater,and glanced down at Russia.
"Holy Jeeves! Damn Russia, you scared the hell outta me!" The cat gained a smug look.
"Mreow."
"Anyways, I just had this most awesomest idea ever! You Russia!" I dramatically pointed at him. "You will come and join me on my shopping trip! Come on!" Before he could protest, I snatched him up. It was then I noticed he had something around his neck. "Where'd you get a scarf? It looks familiar..."
"Mew, da?"
"Sure you don't know! Whatevs, let's just go!" With that, I, like Germany had done before, strutted my stuff out the front door.
So, since my epic shopping trip was actually quite boring, we'll skip ahead to the walk home. Russia was sitting contently half way inside my sweater, acting very cutely, causing me to giggle and squeal silently every now and then.
"Are you warm, Russia?"
"Mreow, da..." His voice was heavy with sleep. To me, it looked like he was trying very hard not to fall asleep.
"It's okay, you can fall asleep. I'll wake you up if something happens."
"Mew..." Just as he started to fall asleep, we both heard a terrified yowl, and then a slightly more angry yowl.
"...I guess you won't be sleeping anytime soon..." He got a small annoyed look, but nodded.
"Mrrr..." He purred, looking up at me.
"Let's go see what that was about..." I walked quickly towards the place where I heard the yowls. I peek around, before noticing a few more cats. Eight more cats.
"Mreow?" Russia asked, looking at the cats.
"Son of a- There's more of you?"
A/N: End! Sorry about late update, it took me awhile to find the file. Oh well, at least I got it up, ne? Hope you enjoyed! And if you have any ideas you'd like to see incorporated into this, please, don't hesitate to say them!