You guys do NOT know how boring and time consuming this chapter was, anyways, it is done with my struggles of making this interesting, and trying to live up to my 1000 word goal.

Jerry: A German soldier,

It kind of fits since your mentally consider Germany a cute German soldier that you pretty much adore, nothing more, nothing less.

This was kind of scary really, new house that was bigger than a mammoth, a dull-colored room that almost seemed to expensive to touch, not like you cared enough though, so you touched it upon being released from the German man's grip, a rough grunt escaping your maw as you landed briskly onto the cream-toned carpet, you wipped around estatically and looked into the baby blue hue of the mans eyes."Ok, since you are going to be staying, you vill need a bath and whatever you cats need, just don't get on bad terms vith mein dogs" He grunted, tightly gripping the cat so it couldn't feel and paced towards the platinum room. You let out a slight screech and frustratedly tried to launch up the german mans arms in a whim, but unfortunatly you could not because of the tight grip around your hind-quarters.

'haha..'

'Haha..'

'HAHA..'

You let out more, constant and violent screeching and hissing noises, this man made you look like a drowned rat, and you did NOT want to look like something so awful, obsurd, smelly, matted, infected, most truely unpleasant creature ever on the face of the earth! You shot daggers with your anger filled (e/c) Colored eyes, 'Oh you are soooooo dead sir, I don't give a flying fox if I like you or not!' You silently hissed, all his eyes shown was amusement before he started drying you. You once more let out a strained attempt to escape his 'menacing' clutches, ragged claws ripping at the cream tiled floors, soon being decorated by droplets of semi-clean water. The German just huffed, grabbing your dampened scruff and pulled you into the towel, rendering your attacks futile.

-Evening-

The best part of the day, ever you got to nap, and eat, aslong as bother anyone you wanted, with the occasion of getting beaten by a broom stick.

Being the little occasional kitty you were, you ever so happened to see a certain German who had made you look like the vile creature you even dared to call an animal, 'Time for revenge, Jerry' You grunted softly, rising from your warm spot and torpedoing down the stairs, not even measuring your trajectory, you locked onto your target and leapt, mockingly biting his shoulder.

Though you hadn't gotten the reaction you wanted, all he did, all Germany did, was just THROW YOU OFF! Like really? You had come up with the most flawless plan and he doesn't even panic and throws you off, like come on! All your hard work spoiled in one little motion. "Vhat are you doing cat? were you really trying to do vhat I thought?" you gave him a slight guilty look and pelted off up the stairs once more, Hiding at the top of a cabinet, awaiting your unsuspecting prey to attend to cleaning like you had assumed the German would do, and soon enough, to answer your suspicions Germany marched up the stairs, inches before he was right infront of you, you had leapt, your claws extending as ferociously, clinging menacingly to his scalp, ruffling his slicked hair. 'oh my COD he looks HOT' the German quickly and violently tore you off, spinning you to bore his blue eyes into your (e/c) hues. "Cat, again, zhe second time today, I had no idea you'd do this, but, I guess a cat with be a cat... dummkopf" after the brief scolding he set you down, slicking back his hair and continuing to his duties, you, of course growled 'Could nothing amuse this man?' you grudgedly thought and marched off.

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"Italia, I am not handing over the cat to you, or your brother. You wouldn't be able to handle her, and she would most likley jump scare you constantly seeing as she is hiding from you.."

"But-a Germany! The kitty is-a so cute!" Protested a certain happy-go-lucky Italian that marked your demise.

"I said nein! Italia she would be very unhappy and I doubt you'd feed her properly!" Grunted Germany.

"Fine-a but you havta promise that you will let-a me smother the bella kitty~ Veeee~"

"Fine, but not now, zhe cat still has to adjust herself to her new environment."

"Vee~"

"Italia, don't do that to her tail"

"Why-a not-a Germany?"

"Because sh- ITALIA"

"Heeeeelllpppppp! Germany!!!"

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Oh your poor tail, again, that Italian man had pulled it and bent every single hair on it! Oh that made you so mad you had tugged that curl of his, you never seen a face go so red before! But karma decided to be cruel and you fell off of the porch and Germany had to pick you up off the ground.

Now, you were sitting on his bed, all comfortable and silent as you stared at the door with no particilar reason. Soon enough the German had walked in, his chest covered with a white tank top and plain black shorts, ending just before the knee's, at the sight your fur prickled with interest and slight longing to curl onto his face, sucking out his warmth, sure it'd sufficate him but you like him and he would be sooooo warm. Soon enough the large bed sank at the pressure of the man's weight, a slight irritated sigh escaped his lips as he looked towards you with baby blue eyes. ' Those eyes look so much more pretty up close' you absent-mindedly thought, moving onto his lap and curling, a small purring erupting from your throat. Germany seemed to pull away for a few moments before realizing that this was normal for a cat to be affectionate, seeing as how he talked to Greece earlier that day for tips on how to take care of a cat.

After a while of silence from the two Germany had layed down and rested, bringing your soft, fragile form up towards the tip of his chest, soon drifting off into a dream-filled sleep.