Cats and the Past; Germany and Italy

There Was a Kitchen Explosion, and You're a Cat -.-

I'm a bit new to this site, but I hope you enjoy it! This was done over the course of my trip to Europe (Switzerland, Liechtenstein, Austria, and Germany). Forgive me if my German isn't perfect, but I'm a native English speaker. Just for future warning! :-) So, um, chapter one! Tada!

Also, just thought I should say that I don't do accents. I know a lot of you like them...but that's just one thing I don't ever do. If there's even a chance of offending people from other countries, I try not to trod the path ;-) thanks for understanding! I tend to leave accents up to the readers' minds anyway! ^_^

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Ugh, it's morning already? Bright sunlight filled Germany's room, hitting him square in the face. Apparently he'd forgotten to put the shades down. At least Italy didn't crawl into bed with me last night.Wait a second...what's that? There was a pungent smell in the air, jolting Germany from his dreams. He wrinkled his nose in disgust and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end. Last night...the dummkopf...he didn't think Britain would stay, but apparently he had. Well I suppose it was smart of him not to drive home drunk. Plus trying to drive with a hang-over is nearly impossible. The smell coming from his kitchen sent a shiver down his spine as he realized Britain was cooking...again; even after Germany had told him not to. Germany swung his feet over the side of his bed and got up.

"Britain!" He growled and ran downstairs as fast as his feet would carry him. "I thought I told you no cooking in my house!" The smell was getting worse as he neared the kitchen and Germany had to supress a gag. "Schieße! What did he burn?"

"G-Germany? D-Don't come in here, chap. It's not exactly safe." Britain's voice issued from the kitchen rather softly and slightly muffled, and a bad feeling encouraged Germany to come in even after being warned not to.

"Verdammt, Britain...what did you do to my kitchen?" Purple fumes filled the air and danced across the ceiling. Germany suddenly felt lightheaded and the room spun before his eyes. With a heavy groan, he fainted to the floor with a loud thud.

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"You bloody idiot. I thought I told you not to come in!" An annoyed British voice rang through the air, the volume a bit louder than usual. Germany groaned and reached up to make sure he hadn't hit his head too hard, stopping when he felt something odd hit his forehead that certainly wasn't his hand. What the? Germany brought the thing that was supposed to be his hand down to his face, a sudden shock spreading through his entire body as his eyes focused on a tiny, delicate-looking paw. The paw of a grey cat. For a moment, Germany could only lay there and stare in wonder at it while Britain talked on.

"It was daft of me to think you would actually listen." Britain sighed and shook his head, his green eyes closed and a hand in his tousled blonde hair.

"I thought you were burning something in my kitchen, and I needed to make sure you wouldn't burn down my house along with it." Germany murmured softly, his gaze still fixed on the paw.

"Bollocks! When you see purple fumes, it's normally a brilliant idea NOT to walk into that area." Britain sniffed as he waved away a stray strand of the colored smoke. "I've nearly cleared it all out, but you, Mr. Brilliant, inhaled it. And as you can see, you've been turned into a bloody cat." Then he muttered to himself, "A rather cute cat, if I do say so myself." Germany decided to ignore that last part.

"Then how the holy führer can you understand me?" Germany finally removed his gaze from the paw and he looked up at Britain. "Und how the hell have you not turned into a cat yourself?!" A stray hiss escaped his mouth at his frustration, and Germany clamped his teeth together in a futile attempt to keep himself from hissing again as Britain took a step closer to him and bent down to his eye level.