England X Neko! Reader Part 1

You run down the street. You don’t know for how long you ran, but you were pretty sure you had been running for a while, for you were on the other side of town. You pass by a very tall building, looking up with your (E/C) catlike orbs.

You continue to run, but when you about to pass by the huge building completely, you feel a tug on your sparkly blue prom dress. You fall to the ground, dress ripping along the leftside at midthigh.

Men started coming out of the building. You rip the trailing piece of fabric the rest of the way off. (don’t worry your a** is not showing) you start running again, tears still brimming your eyes you don’t even take five steps before you bump into two… wait no… three handsome looking men.

“S-sorry,” you stutter. Your eyes brimming with tears, and your face is flushed from both running and blushing from looking at these boys.

You start to take off again, but a French accent stops you, saying, “Ma Cherie, might I ask why such a lovely young lady is crying? You seem very upset, is there something I can do to help.”

He had said the last sentence so suggestively you almost fainted of humiliation. Why was he being nice to you? You were a freak of nature to others. It hurt you. You had to walk around with a hat on all the time and keep your tail hidden at all times, which really hurt considering you had to hide it in skinny jeans!!

‘They probably just want to get me close then auction me off like all the others!!’ you think angrily. ‘Not this time!! No, Sir! I won’t fall for it this time!’

“No,” you say. “I’m f-fine, thank you.”

“Are you sure?” says a German accent, causing you to whip your head around as fast as you can. You see the white haired man, though he looked to be in his early twenties, taking a few steps towards you. You precious tail flicked with fear, as your (fur color) ears flicked with annoyance. Then the man’s ego kicked. “Because ze avezome me vould totally love to help, Frau.”

“Be nice to the Chika!! Can’t you tell she’s upset? Why do you keep suggesting today, Gilbert?” said the Spaniard. Then he turned to you, “Are you okay, Chika? Are you hurt?” he cautiously took a few steps toward you, holding up his hands to show he is unarmed.

Then a very handsome, but loud and obnoxious man came out of the building followed my two others. He was eating a Big Mac from McDonalds and drinking a soda. “You bloody-hamburger-loving-git!!” yelled the british man with the huge, emphasis  on huge, eyebrows yelled at the American.

“Bro, chill. I haven’t done nothing wrong!”

“U-uhm, America, y-you actually-“ said the very quiet Canadian who was rudely cut off.

“Woah, Brah, look!!” he said pointing at you.  You felt very scared.

The Spaniard started walking towards you again. The Brit noticed and yelled at the trio, “What do you think you’re doing you perverts? France, Prussia, and Spain… should’ve known. She is a lady! Lovely ladies should not be treated this way! Stop trying to seduce her!”

Could the British man not see your ears and tail?

“Woah, Man!!” yelled the American. “Why does she have ears and a tail?”

“You idiot, she’s a Neko.”

“What’s that?” asked the American turning his head slightly to the left.

The brit facepalmed. “Half-cat, Half-human.”

“Oh that’s cool!!” said the American, running over and hugging you with all of his might.

You froze in fear. You didn’t know how to react. This is the first time you have been accepted welcomingly.

The Brit pried the American off of you and the Candian tried to drag him away, failing epically. In the end the Canadian was the one being dragged… to get more McDoanlds.

“Are you okay, love?” says the Brit.

“Yes, I am fine thank you.”

He whipes away your tears. “No your not. Why are you crying?”

You started crying your eyes out of you head. He pulled you into a hug. Eventually when you are more calmed you explain what happened.

You walk into prom, feeling kind of nervous because you only came because the other girls talked you into it. 

You go sit in the back and eventually one of the girls came over and dragged you over to meet the boys she was always flirting with. You tried to refuse and you two got in a little argument, nothing bad.

At one point she jerked you so hard your small hat came off revealing your ears. Everyone went silent and then started freaking out. They called you a freak and other things. You ran out crying and kept running until you reached that building.

“That’s horrible, love. Now why would they want to do that?” said the British man, smoothing your hair as you hugged him.

“I-I don’t know…” you reply shyly.

“Here I will escort you home.” He gestured for you to take his arm, but you just stood there looking at it. “Come along now, sweetheart. You need to tell me where you live so I can take you home.” He smiled politely.

“I-I can’t…” You reply, looking at the ground in embarrassment.

“Why not?”

“Because…” you trailed off.

“Ah. I see. Let’s go. You can stay with me until you get back on your feet.” He smiled happily like a little kid who just found out he was going to be on television for the first time.

He grabbed your arm and walked you to his house. “My name is Arthur by the way.”

“My name is (your name)” you say quietly.

~Le Time Skip: Brought to you by; Prussia’s Awesomeness~

You look up at the tall building. It had two stories and looked very big. “Welcome home” says Arthur, smiling down at you.

He starts to walk you inside, but stops, “Can I call you Kitten? It seems to fit you! Plus you are cute like a kitten.” He blushes realizing what he had just said.

“Uhh, s-sure.” You say awkwardly.

“Wonderful!!” he opens the front door gesturing for you to go inside. He hangs his coat on the coat rack. “Would you like some tea?”

“Sure, why not.”

“Here have a seat,” Arthur gestures table table set with two chairs in the corner of his kitchen. “Sorry about the mess. I haven’t been home in a while to clean it.”

You supposed he was talking about the five plates in the sink. That was the only thing that wasn’t sparkling with disinfectants and chemicals. You supposed he was a very clean person. (Me: Obviously )

You sit in the chair, tail flicking nervously. He brings the steaming pot over once it is ready and pours your cup for you. 

“So how long have you been living like this?” he asks, curiosity getting the better of him. “If you don’t mind me asking, of course.” He adds quickly.

You giggle at his sincerity. “A few years now I think.”

“And no one took you in?!” he asks, clearly shocked.

“No, and when I thought they did they auctioned me off to perverts who have no self-respect.” You eyed the man across from you cautioudly and slowly took a sip off your tea. You didn’t realize you looked cute to Arthur when you did so. You weren’t trying to be cute!!

He grabbed your hand from across the table, startling you, which caused your ears to flick. “I swear upon my country’s rule that I will never do that to you.”

You looked at him confused. ‘Country’s Rule’ what was that supposed to mean?

He laughed. His pure, green eyes filling with tears. “I am England.”

He smiled at you.

You look at him wide eyed. You had heard about the personified countries, but people said that they were just a myth, considering how the countries South Korea and America had been the first two to ever speak of it. No one usually trusted them… Mainly because South Korea was a groper and rapist and he always said insane things when he is not being a pervert (Which is rarely ever), and America is an idiot who sits inside on the ps2 all day eating junk food. (Me: no offense to America I love him… and I am from America so that would be a little awkward..)

“So… you’re the personified version of England? I had heard about you guys, but most people said you don’t exist…”

“I am surprised you caught on so quickly!” he said, his big eyebrows shooting up as his eyes widen. “And we do tend to stay low. We are usually so busy with keeping our country in order or just too tired to do anything. But we also enjoy going out places. We just call each other by our human names when we do. Like my human name is Arthur Kirkland.”

“Oh..” you take another sip of your coffee.

England looked up at the elegant looking clock on the wall. “It’s getting late. Shall I show you to your room?”

“Urm… Sure.”

“I should probably get you some new clothes, too, I suppose. Come along, that dress is ruined now I am afraid. I can fix it if you like?”

“Oh no it’s fine.” You look down at the torn, muddy dress. “I didn’t like it anyways.”

“Oh but I insist, at least let me buy you a new outfit or something!”

You sigh in defeat. You bow mockingly. “Why of course my all mighty majesty,” you say sarcastically in a mock English accent.

“That was very rude of you!” said Arthur sternly. You stick your tongue out at him playfully. He turns around quickly, blushing (Me: naughty England!!), and continues to lead you down the hall way up the staircase. When you two reach his bedroom he tells you to wait outside the door. He comes back out with a shirt and some boxers that had the Union Jack (British Flag if you didn’t know) on them.

You both blush as he hands you the boxers and button up shirt. You don’t know why you did. Maybe it was the thought of wearing boxers?

“They may be a bit big on you, but that will have to do, since you are going to bed anyway. And those clothes have never ben worn before because I just bought them.” He leads you down the hall three doors and leaves you to get changed.

When you are done getting changed, you hear a voice from outside say, “So how do they fit?”

You peek your head out of the door to see Arthur leaning on the wall across from your door. You step out. He took a look at you.

Your tail was comfortably sticking out of the back of the shorts and the white, long-sleeve, button-up shirt was really baggy. The sleeves were too long for your small arms.

You reached up to scratch your cheek and the sleeve hang off of you hand. You saw England staring at you. “Are you okay?” 

“O- oh yes, I am fine.” He looked at the ground. Little did you know that the way you held up your hand to your face, with your sleeve not showing a bit of skin, looked cute to Arthur. Again you weren’t trying to be cute!!

“Okay,” you yawn. “I am going to go to bed. You probably should as well.”

Arthur agreed. You stepped back into your room. Cracking the door so you could watch him go back down the hallway to his room and close the door. Then you closed the door the rest of the way and went to your bed. You felt safe, but there was no point in being so comfortable so soon, considering you are a Neko and he could put you in a cage like the others, and auction you off.