When You're Gone.. [Canada x Cat!Reader]

It was just another day at the pet shop, and there you were sitting in front of the mirror. 'A cat? Seriously?' You thought, peeved at the fact. You had just got done visiting Greece and awoke to Arthur mumbling something with you in his arms to Heracles. Turns out, as usual, his magic backfired and left you in a feline state.

That was two weeks ago and you've still yet to turn human again, or find an owner. You stared at your feline self, wondering where you messed up so badly that karma came back and bit you this hard. Being too drawn into your own appearance and thoughts, you failed to notice when Heracles was showing off the other felines to the male that entered.

You just walked back and forth, scanning yourself as though to remind yourself that this cruel fate was real, like a model on a cat walk. Your [h/c] fur shined fruitfully in the light, making you wonder where the white on the tips of your ears came from. Furthermore, while you weren't a fat cat, your fur was longer than usual and you were fluffy. Almost like a Pomeranian dog.

It was when Heracles picked you up that you were snapped out of your trance. He held you lovingly, making you meow contently as your [e/c] eyes gazed up to him in question. He only responded by petting your head lightly, forcing an almost inaudible purr to erupt.

"This is our final cat." Heracles stated, informing the blond male across from him. Yeah, you were always introduced last because Heracles knew what happened. "Her name is _______. She's a kind one, very independent yet loving all the same. She likes to cuddle and play, and her favorite food is [food name]."

"Hah! Dude, she's so cute!" The loud male yelled, snatching you out of Heracles's arms. You wriggled and panicked slightly, but to your utter surprise his grip on you was loose. It wasn't as tight as you expected it to be.

You meowed and looked up to get a better view at who exactly it was that was holding you. When your [e/c] eyes met his light blue ones, you knew it was that obnoxious American. Alfred F Jones. Your ears flicked back and you were about to hiss at him, but he interrupted by asking the Greek male a question.

"Do you think she'd like maple syrup? Mattie's obsessed with it, and since I'm getting her for him, I gotta know that, dude." Alfred stated, holding you up to eye-level with him.

Heracles was wary of saying anything. Hell, he didn't even like the way the American snatched you away from him, but he had to deal with it. He happened to know about the little crush you harbored on the Canadian, so in his mind he was smirking.

"I know she loves maple syrup." Heracles stated, making you look back at him with wide eyes. Was he really going to let you get taken away by your own crush? This was definitely the last time you trusted him with a secret.

"Great, dude! Let's sign her over, bro!"

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There was one thing you never knew about Alfred; he happened to like jazz and disco music. The radio was blasting "Double Dutch Bus" by Frankie Smith, and his strange voice was surprisingly soothing as you stood on the edge of the seat to look out the window.

"Okay, dude, like, here's what's going to happen. We're going to go to Mattie's and I'm going to doll you up in this totally rad ribbon I got. Then we're going to wait for him to come home and see you, okay?" Alfred asked, looking over to you as though he expected a response from a cat.

Your ears flicked back and you hissed at the American, not liking the idea of a ribbon at all. He only chuckled loudly at you and returned his gaze to the streets in front of him. While he was indeed focused on the road, his mind seemed to be in other places. A sad smile crossed his face.

"You know, you remind me a lot of [country]." He said, a sarcastic laugh coming from him. This caused you to sit in the seat and lick your paw nonchalantly. Of course you would remind him of yourself.

"She never did like me much. See, her and Mattie are really close friends. She never liked me because she thought Mattie couldn't get out of my shadow. She blamed his invisibility on me." He stated, his voice holding years of sadness in them.

Your [e/c] eyes widened as you looked at him, tears lining his blue eyes. "It's not my fault, though. I try to get him more noticed, but it only ends up with more people hating my guts. I love my little brother, dude. He's awesome." Alfred said as he turned a corner, growing closer to his destination.

"_________ needs to come out of hiding. Mattie's so depressed without her.. He hasn't been eating lately and it kills me to see my little bro that way." Before you knew it, he was parked in the Canadian's empty driveway. "That's where you come in, little dudette."

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You meowed begrudgingly, batting viciously at the ribbon on your head. It was a red and white ribbon, and somehow the dense American figured out a way to make the bow shaped like a Maple Leaf. You [e/c] eyes narrowed as you gave another vain attempt to take the stupid thing off of your head.

Alfred walked into the kitchen with a two little bowls; one filled with tuna and the other filled with warm milk. As much as you hated the American for putting this idiotic bow on your kitten head, you loved the idea of the warm milk.

However, just as soon as you dipped your head down to drink said milk, the ever-forgotten Canadian burst through the door like TNT. His eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks were nice and red. Kumajiro came through the door moments later and shut it for the upset man. Surprisingly, the bear wasn't asking Matthew who he was; instead, he was comforting his owner.

"Canada, I'm sure we'll find Miss ________." Kumajiro said softly to his owner. Your ears perked up and you meowed, trying to gather their attention.

"Dude, are you okay?" Alfred asked, rushing forward and placing a concerned hand on his brother's shoulder. "Still nothing?"

The Canadian shook his head before a look of utter confusion crossed his usually gentle features. "W-What are you doing here, America?"

The man let out his signature, boisterous laughter before pointing to you on the floor in front of the coffee table. "Gotcha a little girl. I can't stand to see you so mopey, so hopefully this little dudette can shine even a little light in your heart." Al said honestly.

The Canadian's violet eyes watered as he looked to your kitten form. "She reminds me of ________." You meowed and the shy man wasted no time in picking your little form up to evaluate your feline self.

"Her name is _________. I didn't think of asking Greece why, but I have a feeling it's because he's upset about her disappearance, too. I'm not sure, though. That guy is hard to read." He said, furrowing his brow in thought.

Matthew scoffed, setting you back down to your food and drink bowls. "You couldn't read me, and I'm the closest one to you."

"Sheesh, dude!" Alfred said, placing a hand over his heart and feigning a mock hurt. "Snappy!"

Matthew couldn't help but chuckle slightly at this and crouched down to you. Your head dipped down to lap up your milk and he rubbed your back soothingly, causing you to purr loudly.

"Dude! She likes you!" Alfred said, literally jumping over the couch and landing in front of you two. You hissed and jumped behind Matthew,clinging to his pants leg.

The man you were clinging to scoffed again and rolled his eyes, reaching around to pick you up before replying to his brother. "Yeah, she might like me more than you. You scare her, apparently." You nuzzled to his chest and hissed at the American, drawing a cute chuckle from the man holding you.

Alfred shook his head violently, his cowlick somehow managing to stay in place. That was something you never quite understood. "No, dude, I mean the country! [Country Name]! Dude, the one missing likes you!"

If you were human at that point, your face would be burning a bright shade of red. You hissed at him again in a vain attempt to draw the conversation away from that subject.

"How would you know, Alfred? She never really liked you much. Are you saying you're in contact with a girl who doesn't like you?" He questioned, trying to seem accusing though he was obviously flustered.

"Dude! I thought I was blind!" The American said. "She totally digs you, bro! Haven't you noticed how she only stutters around you?! Or the fact that she beat the crap out of anyone who forgets you with her around?!" He proclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air like he just had a divine revelation shown to him.

Matthew's face grew solemn and he shook his head, using an absent-minded hand to pet your now quivering form. You really didn't like how obvious it sounded.

"If she liked me then why would she leave?" He asked, using his hair to shade his watering eyes. Al stepped over the two bowls and rubbed his brother's back soothingly.

You were kind of shocked by this display. From the way America acted at the meetings, you never would have guessed that he held this much brotherly love for the Canadian you happened to have the worlds most massive crush on. You looked up to the long-haired blond and meowed before stretching up to lick his cheek. In your own kitten way, you were trying to comfort him.

"I miss her so much, Al.." Matthew choked out, holding onto you as though you were a lifeline. "You don't realize how much I love her.. I-If ________.... If ________ were to ever leave, I don't know how I would make it.. She stole my heart and without it, I wouldn't be able to get out of bed in the mornings...I just.."

Matthew was reduced to tears. The salty little drops fell from his beautiful violet eyes and landed on your fur. You gave a kitten sneeze when one landed on your nose. You meowed sadly and stretched up again, planting a little kiss on his lips.

Your vision turned black before a loud bang was heard, almost like a gunshot. When you opened your eyes, you saw nothing but smoke and thought someone was in the house and trying to shoot at him. Instinctively, you threw yourself on him and wrapped your arms around him to protect him from anything. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body close to his.

'Wait.. My arms.. I feel my legs.. I see my hair! I'm back!' You thought happily. Unfortunately, though, you also felt that maple bow wrapped around your neck like a necklace. Thank goodness it loosened when you somehow managed to transform.

Matthew was sent into a coughing fit from the smoke and Alfred was stumbling around the room, shouting about being a hero and finding the shooter or something.

"Al, get off of me!" Matthew cried in the middle of his coughing fits.

You had to hold in your laughter and clung to him tighter. "I'm not on you, dude!" Alfred cried from somewhere across the room.

You placed your delicate hands on his cheeks and pressed your forehead against his. "Mattie~"

Finally the smoke cleared out and to his utter shock, he was met with a very familiar pair of [e/c] eyes. "__-_____?!" He cried, wrapping his arms around you tightly as though you were the last thing holding him to the world. "Wh-Where were you?! Why are you here?"

"Matt? Who's there- Woaaahahaha! Mattie!" Alfred called out, followed by a whistle. "Get some, bro!"

"Wha-" ________ asked, looking over to the American. You blushed violently when you saw his eyes rake over your body hungrily, but Matthew stepped between you and him and blocked his view. He then proceeded to take his baggy shirt off and hand it over to you.

"What's this for?" You asked, not averting your eyes from his well toned chest.

A scarlet blush covered his face. "W-Well.. Your clothes..."

It was then your turn to blush and you hurriedly put on the shirt that was handed to you.

"I'll leave you two alone~" Alfred cooed, opening the door to leave the humble abode. "GET SOME, BRO! Oh, wait, I'll go tell Arthur to lay off the magic for ya. Thank me later, dudes!" He called before slamming the door on his way out.

Your face was burning a bright shad of crimson before you smiled shyly at the Canadian. "I love you too, by the way."

Matthew seemed to get a boost of confidence and wrapped his arms around you before kissing your neck gently. "How about we go back to the room, cherie~"