CC101: Another nekotalia rp with Omegle. This time with HetaVicky, also her tumblr user name.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.

It was a surprisingly nice day in London. England could feel the sunshine on his skin so he decided to walk to the corner market to get a liter of milk and some cat food for his nation cat. The trip was quick; England walking swiftly home. The skies looked like a downpour was coming. Sighing, England was about to hail a taxi before hearing soft mews. Looking down at his feet, emerald eyes softened as three little kits rubbed their way around his legs. The poor things didn't look old at all, soaked in mud. Picking them up, England checked the alleyway nearest him. About ten feet in, he was met with the fresh corpse of a cat, presumably the mother. "Oh kits."

America was lying on Arthur's couch, petting the other's cat who was lying on top of him as he waited for his boyfriend to come home. It was amazing how affectionate the cat was with him, because he didn't seem to like anyone else but him and his owner. He smiled warmly as the cat purred.

The door was opened carefully and England rushed upstairs. He knew that America was at home so he had to clean up the kits quickly before they got sick. Running into the bathroom, he started to fill the sink with warm water. Then he used the wash cloth to clean the mewling kits. As he did, he noticed that the kits, like his own cat, were Scottish Folds.

Now, everyone knew that America liked pranks, but England couldn't help but make one out of this occasion. The cats were ginger and white, one of them had just white and gray flecks all over. Kinda reminded him of Americat. Smirking, he opened the door a crack and yelled, "AMERICA!"

The American was just about to fall asleep when he suddenly heard the other yelling. "WHAT?!" He said as he took England's cat with him upstairs. Wait, upstairs? Didn't he go out to buy stuff for his cat? He would have swore he saw him leaving... He pushed the thoughts aside and quickly ran to the bathroom, knocking a few times. "Sweetheart? What happened?!"

"Come in, Englandcat needs to be in here," England answered as he finished cleaning the last kit. He drained the water and carefully started to dry the kittens one by one with a towel. "You also need to help me."

America blinked and cat and him shared a questioning look. Not knowing what to expect, he opened the door and his eyes widened. "...You bought cats?" He said with a raised eyebrow, leaning over and puttin Iggycat on the floor.

Hearing the mews, Iggycat quickly jumped up to the counter. The feline quickly sniffed the little kits. He looked up to England and purred. It had been a long time since his Nation gave him kits to raise. He knew these weren't nation kits but it didn't matter to him.

England rolled his eyes, "Of course not, you idiot. Can't you see the similarities?" He gestured to the collection of cats. "Anything at all?"

America couldn't hold back an 'Aww...' as he watched Iggycat with the new kitties. He sat down on the floor next to Arthur and rested his head on his shoulder, thinking. "Mmmmmmm...yeah...they're the same breed as your cat. Oh and that one kinda looks like mine!" He said with a grin.

England sighed, "That's because they are Americat's kits. Where is that blasted cat? Thought he would be a more fatherly type of cat." The Brit sighed as he finished with cleaning of the last kit. "Surprised he didn't sniff them out."

America blinked, looking at England like he had grown a second head. "What are you talking about?..." He said, and just then Americat walked in the bathroom, meowing loudly. Sniffing, he walked over to where the other cats where and he tilted his head, then leaned over and started to sniff the kits. He laid down beside them and purred, the kits leaning against him a bit. "...What the hell is going on?..." America said as he looked up at England again.

Thrilled that the cats were going along with his prank, England started to pet Americat. "What part of the English language is confusing to you? I already told you. These kits belong to our felines. I was putting away the milk when I noticed they got out of their nest and were soaking wet." He smiled down at the kits, his heart pulling as they tried to nurse from Englandcat. "We need more mother's milk from the pet place across town. Think you could go get some."

America stared at him like he had grown a third hand now. "...I'll go buy the milk...but as far as I know, two male cats can't have babies...aah, but these aren't normal cats, so...Fuck, okay I'll get the milk." He said and kissed England's cheek, then walked out of the bathroom and went downstairs, looking around for his jacket, an umbrella, money and his car keys.

"Thank you!" England called as he picked up the kits with the towel to carry all three. He moved into a spare room. Getting an old cat box, He quickly placed a few blankets in there before settling the kits in the corner. "There," he stated as Englandcat hopped in the box, curling up with his new charges. "You take good care of them." The older Scottish Fold just purred.

Americat sat beside England as he prepared the box. He waited for a moment and then got in along with the other cats, lying down in a position where he was surrounding the kits as well without bothering. America put on his jacket and opened the umbrella once he was out and closed it when he got in his car. About thirty minutes later, the American was back with lots of milk and a few soft toys for the kits. "Babe, I'm home." He said, and took off his jacket. It was wet so he put it aside along with the umbrella, taking the milk upstairs.

England nodded, "In the spare room, love." He had gotten out some tiny bottles so the kittens could nurse. "Pour the milk in quickly, we both need to feed them. They won't eat all of it, but let them have as much as they want." He picked up the gray flecked one and one of the ginger kits. "They need names."

America went upstairs and did as he was told, then sat down on the floor in front of the box full of kittens. He took the other two and passed two bottles to England, then took two himself. "Yeah, what would you like to call them? Ah but this one looks like he's named Oliver, the one on the left." He told him as he started to feed the cats on his lap, leaning over the one he was talking about and kissing his head.

England started to feed the one with gray flecks, "I want this one to be Alexander." He gave a quick look at the kittens. "He's the oldest while Oliver was the runt of the litter." Alexander gulped down milk like no tomorrow, snurgling England's hand. "You can name the other one, love."

Alfred nodded with a smile. "I like that name." He told Arthur as he fed the two kitties at the same time with his two hands. "Mmm...James? He looks like a James, I think." He said quietly, his tone of voice way quieter than usual. "Gosh, they're so cute and small..." He said quietly, watching them eat the milk until they were too full and were quickly falling asleep on Alfred's lap.

"Good name. Yeah, but we have to give them back to Englandcat. He might start to get worried." England smiled as he put Alexander back into the box right next to his nation cat. "It's adorable." He laughed as he nudged America. "Perhaps we should try for our own," he joked.

America put the two cats carefuly in the box next to the other ones, and then laughed quietly. "Yeah, if two cat nations can have children, we could too, right?" He said, joking as well and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Hey… America?"

Mm?"

"Happy April Fools Day." England got up and walked out of the room, laughing about how good he got his lover.

Alfred made a face and watched him leave. "...England?...Are you ill?..." He said and got up, walking behinde his lover. "Wait, today was April Fools? Is it even April?"

England walked over to the nearest calendar in his office and showed the date to his boyfriend. "Sorry, love. I got you good."

BUT WHAT WAS THE PRANK?! Are those kitties rats in costumes?! DID YOU MAKE ME FEED LITTLE RATS IN CAT COSTUMES?! DID YOU?!" America said, puting his hands on England's shoulders and shaking him a bit.

Laughing his ass off at America's frankly ridiculous imagination, England shook his head. "No love, they are kittens. I found them while I got milk; their mother dead in an alleyway. Car, I think. I took them in and decided to play a little prank on you."

America pouted, then leaned over and blew a raspberry on England's neck. "It doesn't count because I didn't knew it was April Fool's!" He told him, then blew another there.

"Ridiculous! Of course it counts!" England argued back, trying to get away from his boyfriend. "You're just a sore looser." He finally managed to get away as he went to go put the remaining cat milk away. "I'm sure you can prank me at least once before the day ends…if you're lucky."

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