Cat Parade!

A Catastic start

It was a quiet, lazy day in Athens where Greece lays on the floor amongst the ruins of the old Greek town surrounded by his many, many cats of many different breeds. One jumps onto his stomach making him jolt from the impact on his tummy but smiles gently at the kitten that is now perched on his belly.

Greece looks up at the sapphire blue, cloudless sky; the sun beats on his face as he sleepily closes his eyes for one of his afternoon siestas.

The next time he wakes up, is to the tiny kitten mewing at him for which he responded, mewing back, laughing quietly to himself. He picks up the white furry creature sitting himself up noticing it's pitch black outside.

"I got carried away again...." He speaks softly to himself, blinking to adjust to the new lighting.

The kitten watches him as he stretches his arms just as a cat does, yawning which is also silent. Greece looks on into the distance seeing a small flicker of fiery light growing larger and larger by the second. He makes out a figure from 7 metres which the figure turns out to be quite a prodigious silhouette. Greece's expression merges from a peaceful one to another of confusion. The tanned man lays the kitten he once held onto the ground below him; the white furry being runs off hissing at the figure approaching. It is at this point that the configuration of the being is revealed, leaving Greece more confused.

"Russia..?" He softly says in his usual inaudible voice.

The large pale man with silver hair and violet eyes smiles innocently, eyes on the smaller figure before him.

"Da, it is me. What of it?" He responds with a perceivable accent.

The shorter man ponders for a moment, hand to his face in a thinking position, then looks up at Russia when he finally has his answer.

"Nothing really..." The Mediterranean man starts. "Would you like to come back to my place....?"

The Russian smiles proudly lowering his lantern giving his response confidently.

"Da. If you wouldn't mind my company for the night?"

The Greek chuckles lightly at the given response, gesturing with his arm for his friend to follow his lead.

Upon walking home they both gaze up at the onyx black sky, dotted with stars glittering like diamonds of different sizes. Russia diverts his gaze to the other man beside him, watching how he looks at the sky intently, with a sparkle in his eyes.

"Greece? Do you like stars da?" He asks with compassion in his voice.

Greece looks at him smiling gently, a smile that makes Russia believe he's special.

"Ναί. I do..."