VillianousOne

You marched into Francis room, turned into a cat, and curled up right next to him as was your nightly ritual. You just didn't like sleeping alone. You picked Francis because, well, you were in love with him. You weren't going to lie to yourself; you had fallen for him and fallen hard. It might not have ended up that way had you not found him crying underneath the big oak tree back when he still though you were a 'stupid chaton'. Even after he had found out you were able to understand him, he still opened up to you and was very kind. However, you could not deny that he was a pervert, but that was just one of his quirks, as he had many. He di

He was ignoring you, and that just ticked you off. Alright. It was your fault, but he was to blame too, right?! With his adorable face and gorgeous red eyes and exoti- sorry! You hadn't meant to let your mind lead you on like that. The reason that he was ignoring you was that you hadn't turned into a human or talked to him at all lately, and it was starting to worry your three housemates. This was attributed to the fact that you were undeniably attracted to the Prussia man and had grown to love him over the course of your stay. You just didn't trust yourself to keep your mouth shut or your lips to yourself in that form. ---- Unbeknownst to

Spain Ending: (don't you trust me?) "______!" Spain yelled up at you, "Chica! Don't worry, it's not as high as it looks, si?" You were stuck high up in the big oak tree in the back yard and were currently experiencing the most terrifying moment of your life. It is well known to many, that cats are very quick to climb up trees. It's the coming down that gets them. "No, nope. I'm good. It's all good." You felt the branch you were on sway ever so slightly in the wind. "ANTONIO, SAVE MEEEEE!!!" You screeched. "I'm going to DIE!" You started to scramble around and lock your arms around the branch. Your claws sank into the bark. "Chica!" You

Francis and Antonio had gotten home, took one look at you, and started arguing. I mean really?! You were right there; they acted like you couldn't hear them. "Hey! Zat has always been ze rule. First to see frau gets dibs!" "Pero, that's not fair, amigo! If you hadn't come home early, I would have seen the chica first." "ONHONHONHON, we all know zat no matter who sees her first, I will be the one to teach zis belle fluer ze art of loving." You heard a chorus of 'yeah right' and 'go screw yourself'. The way they were arguing really was ridiculous. And childish! You wondered how they had managed to stay friends at all. "This doesn't even m

"Dude, salami, chicken, and what is thi- French cheeses?!" You grumbled as you shifted through all the foods in the trio's big fridge. "Stingy Spaniard didn't give me any of this." You were inside the house alone for the first time and were exploring the place from top to bottom. Sitting on top of the counter, you munched a couple of churros and flipped through Gilbert's ipod playlist. You'd also 'borrowed' a T-shirt which said something in German then the word 'AWESOME' and some more German, and stolen some clean boxer shorts out of the dryer for comforts sake. They had little Eiffel towers on them. 'Weird' you thought. As you flipped op

*Ding Dong* "Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell!? It's fucking three in the morning!" An Italian yelled as he stomped down his stairs. "Stupid b…...ringing my doorbell…….middle of the night……" He unlocked the door and swung it open. "Who the fu-" He started to yell but saw a girl. She was beautiful. She had [h/l] [h/c] hairs, [s/c] skin, perfect body, but what really intrigued him the most were her eyes. They were [e/c] jewels but they looked a bit…….off? She had a hat on, it was funny looking, but it really worked for her. "What do you want?" He asked She looked up at him. "Your sign….You're selling tomatoes, right?" She asked.