"Damn you! You'll regret that you git!" Arthur called as Romano started to walk away. "Regret what? The truth? Your cooking's already as bad as it is, now its your temper that's on my nerves." The Italian called at the Brit.
Arthur couldn't take it anymore. His day was already bad enough. He almost poisoned Alfred with scones and felt terrible about it and as a plus France was on an all-day meeting where they couldn't meet. Oh and he surely didn't forget the papercut he got earlier while shuffling papers. Thumb still stinging a bit, he pulled out his wand. He was so done with all the shit he had to go through today. Romano'll regret the insults and laughs....ha! I'll show the bastard! was a seed of thought that was planted in his mind. Taking out a small pocket book, the arrogant Italian snickered. "What's that, a bookfull of men your mother fucked?I'm not surprised." Arthur's face turned a light shade of pink with a gasp.
"H-how dare you!Wanker!!You'll pay!" Waving his wand in various gestures, he mumbled words that Romano couldn't understand.
"The fuck you playing at, idio-" Before the arrogant Italian could finish his sentence, he felt a sharp stabbing pain at the top of his head.
Gasping in pain and slapping his hands to his head, (Being careful not to touch the curl) he felt something sharp and pointy slowly stab out, like child's teeth growing in fast motion.
Pulling at whatever was on his head, he checked the mirror on his phone while an Arthur doubled over and cried from laughter. "A-and that's not all...Wait for it...." He stammered through joyful tears and gasps of laughter. Suddenly, Romano felt another sharp pain just above his buttcrack.
Blushing and whimpering in pain, a light cafe brown tail emerged from the painful area. "M-my vital regions! B-bastardo!!What have you done?!" The Italian's cat-areas throbbed like hell. Taking a closer look at the new ears that emerged from his head with his phone, the Brit called out with a chuckle "Oh you'll be like that for....another few weeks I suppose? Hm...the spell-book doesn't say...ah well that's too bad."
Arthur slapped his book shut and walked away with a smirk, thinking of all the laughs the Italian would get from his newly added features. Romano stood there, looking at his reflection in the digital device, running his fingers over his latte colored cat ears. Feeling a breeze down by where his tail emerged, he realized that it poked out and his pants were starting to fall. Nobody around, he tried pulling them back up, but the stubborn tail just pushed them back where you could see the rim of his boxers a bit. Thinking of the worst that could possibly happen, a light blush crossed his face as he thought of what would happen if Spain were to get here. Suddenly, the meeting room's door opened and speak of the devil-Antonio walked in the room, waving at his friend. A darker blush crossed the little Italian's face as the Spaniard gave him a smile. "Ah, hello Lovi. What's with the ears?" A light look of confusion spread across Antonio's face as he pointed to the top of his head.
