Smitten Kitten [2a/?]
anonymous
September 29 2009, 01:47:47 UTC
Why did you do this to me?! Arthur yowled and hissed, glaring at her contemptuously. Native America giggled at him, pressing a cold hand against his head. The kitten growled and bristled, his tail twitching in annoyance. He wanted to scratch her bloody face off, but knew that he couldn’t. She was too far gone for anyone to touch her.
“Why, little Arthur, I’m not going to give you the answer to that question. I think that you should…find out for yourself,” the Native American replied, her murky brown eyes conniving and slightly resentful. She wasn’t happy about something, but Arthur honestly didn’t want to know what it was.
When do I turn back, then? He flicked his tail and his ears were flat against his skull. Arthur didn’t trust that smile upon the spirit’s face. It held mischief, but also had an almost bitter look to it, too
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Smitten Kitten [2b/?]
anonymous
September 29 2009, 01:49:00 UTC
And then Arthur got hungry. He wiggled a bit before nipping America’s finger softly. The American must have been thinking about something as his head snapped down to look at the kitten. He smiled a little and glanced at the clock, then cursed softly
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Smitten Kitten [2c/?]
anonymous
September 29 2009, 01:49:56 UTC
“Alfred!” was what he had meant to say, but it came out as more of a sharp yowl. Arthur growled, frustrated, before pouncing on America’s shoulder and nipping him sharply. The American gasped as his eyes flew open and sat up so fast Arthur had to clutch onto America’s shoulder using his claws. He felt bad doing that when he heard America’s sharp intake of breath, feeling the American’s muscles tense from the pain of nails digging into his soft flesh.
“Sorry, Guinevere,” America murmured, taking the kitten off of his shoulder and hugging him close to his chest. Arthur looked up to the Nation’s face, listening to the erratic beating of America’s heart. Whatever that nightmare had been, it must have been bad if it had almost brought the blond to tears. Arthur hesitated before nuzzling his head into America’s chest. He hated it when something bothered his former colony, but pride got in the way most of the time to prevent him from doing anything about it
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Smitten Kitten [2/?] Author's Notes
anonymous
September 29 2009, 01:55:24 UTC
Native America can understand animals, at least that's what my headcanon dictates. Oh, yes, and she's also being VERY sarcastic when calling Arthur "dearest" and "little Arthur."
Went with Gwen as the nickname 'cause...well...I went with phonetics on that. Sorry if I got it wrong. ._.;
Aww, that was both adorable and kinda sad at the same time. Poor Al, all alone (although he has "Gwen" now, haha) and having nightmares, no wonder Native America finally decided that it was high time he got someone in his life. Arthur's really in character too, although you can tell when the cat in him seems to take over. I found it so adorable that he actually licked Alfred after his (Al's) nightmare. Hopefully Arthur won't have to deal with any thermometers when he goes to the vet, though to be honest I'd be a little more worried about Alfred deciding to neuter him, haha. Anyway, I thought this was fantastic and can’t wait to read more!
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anonymous
September 30 2009, 22:15:43 UTC
Thanks. XD *gives Alfred many hugs* Man, I love writing Al and Art. They're just so...funny in their interactions with the other. :) Oh, man, I almost forgot about the neutering. xD Haha...I'll be having fun with that. >:3 And thanks again~! <3
“Why, little Arthur, I’m not going to give you the answer to that question. I think that you should…find out for yourself,” the Native American replied, her murky brown eyes conniving and slightly resentful. She wasn’t happy about something, but Arthur honestly didn’t want to know what it was.
When do I turn back, then? He flicked his tail and his ears were flat against his skull. Arthur didn’t trust that smile upon the spirit’s face. It held mischief, but also had an almost bitter look to it, too ( ... )
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“Sorry, Guinevere,” America murmured, taking the kitten off of his shoulder and hugging him close to his chest. Arthur looked up to the Nation’s face, listening to the erratic beating of America’s heart. Whatever that nightmare had been, it must have been bad if it had almost brought the blond to tears. Arthur hesitated before nuzzling his head into America’s chest. He hated it when something bothered his former colony, but pride got in the way most of the time to prevent him from doing anything about it ( ... )
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Went with Gwen as the nickname 'cause...well...I went with phonetics on that. Sorry if I got it wrong. ._.;
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