Seven minutes in Hetalia Heaven

Random BTT again Part 2

You woke up on something fluffy and warm. You slowly opened your eyes and looked around. You were in a little kitty bed inside a little house. You walked out of the house and looked at the front of it. Your new name was written in silver letters on the front of the small black house. 

"Well, at least they got my favorite color on there" You looked around the room to see where you were, but you felt something around your neck. You tried to look down at it but your fur was in the way. You saw a mirror on the other side of the room and ran over to it.

In the mirror you saw yourself for the first time since you changed completely. A small cat with bleach blonde fur, a long luxorious tail, and perky ears. On your neck you saw a pitch black collar with a bow in the back, the silver metal with 'Cyzarine' engraved on the front. Guessing from most collars, the address was on the other side. You saw something on your tail and turned around. You saw a black bow to match the one on your collar. 

You got up from your place in front of the mirror and walked over to the somewhat open door. You walked through it into a long hallway covered by a plush rug. You ran happily over the soft rug until you made it to a spiral staircase. You quickly ran down it and landed in a large front hallway, the smell of food suddenly attracting your attention. You turn around and follow your nose to the kitchen where you see a big pizza.

You hop up onto the counter, smell it some more, and walk around the perimeter. You sit on the edge of the pizza and open your mouth to take a bite, however a pair of hands picks you up before your jaw close on the delicious slice of pizza.

"Mrow!" you yell in anger, "What did you do that for! I'm hungry!" You tilted your head back to look at who had picked you up. You saw Gil's upside down face as you tried to scratch at him. 

"Normal catz don't eat pizza. Zhey eat cat food, ja?" 

"Well this cat isn't a normal cat,” you gestured to your body, “this is a human turned into a cat. Therefore, I still eat human food. So gimme some of that pizza." you swiped at the pizza that was tempting you. He kept your paws just out of reach of the pizza. "Come on! Don't make me bite you! You know I will." You bared your fang-like teeth and hissed. He then set you down next to the pizza with a small giggle as the other two came running down the stairs into the kitchen. They saw you sitting next to the pizza and laughed. 

"Buenas mananas gatita, good morning kitty" He ruffled your fur and you purred, " you look muy linda este manana, very cute this morning." 

"Bonne matinee chaton, your black bows are very pretty on your white fur, no?" 

"Black is my favorite color. Anything that I can make black will be black.” You calmly licked you paws and asked, “How did you guys know my favorite color was black?” you asked them and they exchanged glances. “Come on!” you begged them, and took a small bite out of a slice of pizza.

“Okay, vho is goingk to tell zhe frau?” Gil asked the other two countries, but they just started at him. “Fine, Ich guezz Ich vill zhen.” He grabbed a stool and sat down, ready to begin what seemed like a long story. “Vell, remember vhen ve all vere in high zchool?” you nodded, “Vell zhats vere it ztarted.” He went on to tell the story of how the three of them met by watching you. Yes watching you, a.k.a. stalking you. At least one of them followed everywhere you went.

When you were at a party, one of them was there. When you were at school, one of them was there. Even when you were at home, one of them was watching you. This is where you stopped the story, “Wait wait wait. You guys were watching me when I was home? Alone? At my house? Even when I was showering?!?” you took another bit of the pizza

“Ja…ja…ja…nein, for zhe mozt part. Ve zhought zhat ve had been ztalkingk jou enough, und zhought zhat it vould be too much to zee jou naked. Ve only started tryingk to look in jour bathroom last veek” The three of them laughed, making you smirk. “Anyvay…” he continued to say that they saw that your house was decorated with grays, silvers, and most of all, black. They saw your black jeep, your black clothes, and your black motorcycle. “However,” he continued, “Ve veren’t zure vhy jou hadn’t dyed jour hair black. Ve are ztill vonderingk. Zo could jou tell uz?” he asked and placed his head in the palm of his hand. The other two copied him, awaiting your side of the story.