Published : 8th July, 2018
Small, cute tabby paws danced its way through the mopped wooden floors of ( Y/n )'s home.
"Italy we musn't get lost," Japan followed behind the happy tabby. He looked around the beige walls of the house.
"Its not so bad to explore is it?" Italy mewed, walking around the living room, "This place is lovely! Like cat heaven!"
"We can only go to cat heaven if we die," Japan replied as Italy used its claws to climb the red sofa. Atop the cushion sat France.
"Ciao, France~,"
"Bonjour~," The persian cat replied, resting on the maroon cushion. Japan soon followed Italy.
"What are you doing?" The Japanese cat tilted its head towards the French persian.
"I'm resting. I've never felt this comfortable in a while," France stretched his paws.
"In a while?"
"Oui. I used to be a house pet,"
"Why are you living in the dumps with the Allied Forces?" Japan grew confused. Giving up a life of luxury to live among the trash without shelter and proper food to fight a cat war seems confusing.
"Mon cher, why would I tell you?" Japan stiffened at France's statement. The Japanese had not thought or a reason why the cat would.
"I'm going to sleep now," the French yawned, "Explore the house if you want, but avoid damaging anything in general, especially anything made out of glass, wood, paper and cloth."
"Everything here is made of glass, wood, paper and cloth!" Italy exclaimed at the snoring persian, "Maybe except for that big black device on the wall over."
"I don't think we should touch that either," Japan mewed as Italy crawled its way down from the sofa.
Its pink cat nose detected a wonderful aroma.
"That smell!" Italy exclaimed, "I-I...."
"You what?" Japan asked.
"I'd never thought I'd get to smell it!" Italy frantically ran around the house, continuously bumping into objects such as tables, shelves and more.
"What a catastrophe," Japan meowed, following the tabby.
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France rested on the couch as if he was going to melt in it. He was sleeping soundly, as if he just died.
"Hmm?" You passed by the cat, holding a plate of carbonara, "Oh my god."
You put the plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa, "Is it dead?"
Suddenly you heard bumping noises coming from the kitchen.
"Did someone break in?" You walked towards the kitchen, only to see one of the cats you brought home trying to lunge itself towards the stove.
"Wait stop!" You caught the cat as it leapt. It struggled to break free from your hold, "I don't know if cats can eat pasta!"
"No! Let me go!" Italy wailed, which reached your ears in the form of pathetic mewling, "Pasta, my love~!"
You put the cat down and turned off the stove. You carefully picked up the pot, which contained the carbonara paste. Pouring the paste into a container, you saved it for tomorrow's dinner in the fridge.
"That should do for now," you settled the container in the fridge, then looked down at Italy, who was clawing at the refrigerator.
"Ve~! Ve~!" It wailed as you sighed.
"C'mon, I'll give you some of mine," As you said those words, Italy happily followed you to the living room and sat down beside you. Is pasta safe for cats? You wondered, but gave up because he was staring at your face. You were surely going to regret this action, but that regret is for another day.
A/n : I'm back from the dead, y'all! Thanks for all the kind comments!
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