Hey guys! It's my first time writing a story for Hetalia! I just really liked the concept of the Nekotalia. I'm sorry if I don't get everything accurate, but here you go! Enjoy!

Chapter 1: What's this?

The sky was very dark. Well, darker than it should be since it's the middle of the day. It was dark because the sky was covered with grey storm clouds. I already knew it was going to rain, but I just needed to get out of the house.

I wanted to catch a break from all that tension that master has been having lately. He talks to me sometimes too. I look at him like he's crazy because it's kind of true but still. But as far as I am concerned, I don't really care. I just hope that he doesn't forget to fill up my food bowl every day.

I especially wanted to get away from that tiny nuisance, master has adopted into the house. The human child won't keep his rough hands to himself, always pulling my tail. He deserved that scratch I gave him this morning. Although I did get in big trouble with master.

Suddenly a drop of water splashed on my head. I looked up to realize that it had already begun to rain. I was already a long way away from the mansion so I guess I better hurry back. I forgot how much I hate water. After a while it started to get heavier.

"Ugh, why did I even come out here, anyway?" I groaned. I sprinted through the streets trying to get out of the pouring precipitation. I looked around for at least an awning or something to keep me shelter.

But in that instant, I caught the scent of warm milk. It was faint though. Then the sound of wailing was heard. Wailing that sounded a lot like a kitten's cry. I skidded to a stop. Looking around, I searched for where the sound could be coming from.

I spotted a box that was now damp from the rain. The cries came louder as I got closer to it. Looking inside the box was completely empty except for the blankets that lined the bottom. There all that was there was a tiny kitten. It was very small and nearly hairless. It was so young, it's eyes weren't even open yet. It was ineffectually pawing at the wall of the box as if trying to escape.

I looked around. The poor kit must have been abandoned by its mother. Probably because it was the runt of the litter. He looked tiny and frail as if it wasn't being fed very well. Poor thing…he shouldn't be out here. He'll die. I thought gravelly. I remember when I was a kit. I was also the runt of the litter. My keepers had to bottle feed me.

I sympathized with the little kitten. I spotted a small café around the corner. It thankfully had an awning where we could seek shelter. Using my head I pushed the box towards the café. I could even feel the little kitten topple over from the sudden movement.

I panted as I was out of breath once I got there. I shook myself frantically to get all the access water off of me. The kitten's wails did not silence the whole trip there. It's as if he has gotten louder. He probably didn't like the constant movement.

I peeked into the box to see the kitten shivering and his tiny pink mouth was open crying excessively. The only thing that kept him warm was the thick patch of hair on its neck that was pressed down from the rain. "The poor thing is lucky to be alive. You sure are a fighter aren't you?" I dipped my head into the box. He must have heard me because his nose was twitching frantically in my direction.

I didn't hesitate to climb into the box along with him. I might as well stay here and keep him warm until the rain stops. I curled my tail around him so I could share my body heat. The kitten pushed its way closer to my belly as if searching for a milk scent.

"My apologies young kitten, for I do not have the things you're looking for." I reached forward to lick his fragile head. Its tiny mewls were dying down as I did this. After a while he laid there and let me give him a tongue bath.

I silently thought of how to feed him. He's going to have to feed soon or he'll starve to death. I am a tom so it's not like I can produce milk for him. And he's clearly not old enough for tuna. Hmm… My bright orange tail twitched slightly in thought.

Elizabeta just gave birth to a litter of kittens a few days ago. Maybe she has a few extra tits up for grabs. Gilbert might not like that idea, but it's the only shot I have. It's not like I can let this poor defenseless kitten starve. I would regret it my entire life.

That settles it. I'll take him to her as soon as possible. I'll go as soon as the rain stops.

I dozed off for a few minutes. I could hear the kitten breathing shallowly. I must hurry before something bad happens. I looked up to see that the rain hasn't completely stopped but was enough to walk though.

I got up and stretched my legs. The kitten stirred. I stepped out of the box and shook myself since my fur was still a little damp. Without delay, I grabbed the little crumpet by his scruff and lifted him from the box. I was thankful that I was too far from Elizabeta's house. It would probably take me fifteen minutes. I could get there quicker if I wasn't carrying precious cargo.

The kitten complained the entire time. I didn't mind. It actually gave me reassurance that the kit was still alive. I had my curled ears pricked so I could avoid any of the neighborhood cats.

When I finally got there, I headed straight for the garden. Elizabeta nested in the green house by choice. She said it was warmer there. Her master made a cat door so she could slip in and out whenever she wants to.

I scanned the area to make sure Gilbert wasn't guarding the entrance or something. He was always overprotective of Elizabeta ever since she got pregnant by him.

Once I made sure there wasn't any sign of the silver feline, I ducked my head through the flap. "Gilbert?" A soft voice mew was heard.

"Oh come now, Elizabeta. Have your kits muddled up your scenes already?" I said through the mouthful of fur.

"Arthur! It's just you." She sighed. I trotted up to find her relaxing from a defensive position in front of her kittens. "I'm sorry. It's just that Gilbert left this morning to get some rest and- what do you have there?" she spotted the little kit in my mouth. I set him down gently on my front paws.

"Well, I found this little guy on the side of the road. He was abandoned by his mother. He's the runt of the little so he wasn't fed well. I was thinking you could spare some milk for him." I responded. Elizabeta looked very sympathetic.

"Of course, of course. Bring the little pumpkin over here," she took her place back in her bed with her three kits sleeping soundly. "The kits just ate so I guess he won't have to fight them for it." She chuckled. I scooped him back up and placed him in the bedding near her belly. It seemed like he caught the scent of milk and stumbled his way closer.

He had some trouble finding a tit but he eventually latched on to one and began to suckle. I seemed to be holding in a breath as I exhaled in relief. "So…what were you saying about Gilbert earlier?" I asked.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's just that Gilbert went home this morning. He's been with me ever since I kitted," She explained. "He stood up, keeping guard of the green house which caused me to be a little paranoid of intruders. Sorry if I almost attacked you."

"It's fine. I'm just glad Gilbert isn't here. I'm pretty sure he would have attacked me."

"Yeah, that's him alright. I wouldn't let him though, cause you're my friend." She began licking each one of her kits including the newcomer. Two of her kits look like Elizabeta: Cream colored with brown splotches. The third looking a lot like Gilbert since it was all silver with a brown tipped tail.

"I'm going to go ahead and take him home when he's done." I told her.

"Hmm? You want to raise him? Knowing you I'd think you'd just drop him off here so you wouldn't be bothered. I didn't think you had a motherly side." She said. I felt my cheeks heat up under my fur.

"I-I'm not motherly! I just think that I have what it takes to take care of him by myself." I said stubbornly. "I-I only came to you because the situation called for it."

"Yeah sure… Ngh."

"What's wrong?" I asked. She looked down at the brown scruffed kit.

"He really is a big eater isn't he?" she chuckled as she licked his head tenderly. I wonder if I would have to hide him from the master. No. It's not like I could figure out how to feed him without having to rely on Elizabeta. I'm pretty sure Master would understand. He usually doesn't get in trouble with him unless I scratch furniture.

A half an hour passed and I took a spot next to Elizabeta and took a quick nap. I from time to time I felt her lick my head tenderly. I swear, ever since she got pregnant, she has gotten so feminine. I remember when she acted like a tom herself.

I opened my eyes then peeked into the bed. The tiniest kitten was fast asleep, cuddling up to the others. I've got to admit the kits do look cute. But I would never admit that out loud.

"Well, I better get going," I said getting up. I stretched my front and back legs thoroughly. "I don't want to run into Gilbert on my way out."

"Aww, I was quite enjoying the quality time." She sighed. "Take good care of him. If I hear that something bad happened to him, I'll hunt you down myself." She said eerily as I picked up the little kitten. He was knocked out and barely even roused as I did. "He looks happy. Well, see you around."

"Have a nice day. And thank you for the help, I appreciated it." I managed to say with thick fur in my mouth. It's as if he's gotten furrier since I got here. His fur was completely dry now so that must be the reason.

"Have a safe trip! Watch out for foxes!" she called after me as I slipped out. I wanted to make it a quick trip. I was hoping that my luck was good enough so that I wouldn't run into any of the guys. I especially don't want to run into Francis.

I only made it half way until I heard a familiar and an obnoxious voice. I groaned. I know I was jinxing myself. "I knew I smelled herbal tea~!"

I placed my kit on my paws. "What do you want, you frog muncher?" I snapped. The long haired white cat's attention was caught by my living bundle.

"What do you have here? Is that yours? Because if it is bravo!" He sniffed at the kitten who was now making purring noises. He was still too young to open his eyes so he tried to burrow himself in my belly fur.

"No you idiot. He's just an abandoned kitten I found. He's staying with me so back off." I told him. Francis frowned.

"Oh come now! He could be related to either of us. You never know." He said as he sniffed the small kit. "He should come with me, no?"

"Yeah, there's no way I'd let some cat like you take care of him. Now if you'd excuse me, I was heading home." I picked the kit up and lifted my nose in the air snootily.

"I'll come over sometime! I want to play with him too!" he called after me. I shuttered. That Francis is such a creep sometimes. Why do I even hang out with him? I huffed to myself.

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