*coughs in yaoi* I may have lost the motivation for this again because vocaloid happened but I'll continue because I don't think I'll leave my stories unfinished at least-

Japan-

"Then...how are you alive?" I hear Russia-San ask from in between two red cats. Probably his parents or something.

Pshh, he's so blind sometimes. Of course, I have to thank America-Senpai for bringing us here. I know for sure this cat in front of me is Japanese Empire, my mother. I just know. Don't ask. Please just go away and don't ask how I know. Yes, I'm talking to the people that think I don't know this is a story about countries as cats. I know all of it. If I really wanted to I could delete the story.

Nah, just kidding. I don't even know what happened there for a second. Sure, life may seem like a book but that can't be real, can it? No way, just my wild imagination! What is a country anyway?

"Japan, how have you been?" I hear my mom ask and pull from my weird thoughts.

"Just great! I am a warrior now!" I blurt out with pride, puffing my chest out. "I have an apprentice- Philippines! And I'm really great friends with North and South Korea, and I always hang out with South!"

"Aww that's nice to hear." Japanese Empire gives me a lick on the ear. "I'm glad you're finding yourself a mate."

My tail twitches as I lie in response, "Yeah, I know. He's a nice guy." I have to lie to prevent my mom from finding out America is who I like. Because that's iLlEgaL.

I realize I have been blocking out everything going on around me while talking to my mom. I could have missed something. I turn around and see Ukraine And Germany being nuzzled by who appear to be Soviet Union and Third Reich. I mean, who else could they be? My mom was great friends with them, after all! Some black and white cat was sitting off to the side with America and Russia, talking about I don't know what. Well, technically Russia and the other tom are talking, and America is listening contently. I look to the other side and spot a cat I haven't noticed before. He's big, that's sure! But his tail is small a rectangular-ish? Eh, he's not important.

"Mom, I have to talk to America real quick! I'll be back, soon you'll see!" I chirp, pouncing away and a purr as I approach the three chatting cats.

The one I do not know spots me first. "Who are you?" He asks with narrowed eyes.

"Could ask you the same," I shoot back sassily.

"Japan, be a bit more kinder. This is Prussia. Prussia, this is Japan." Russia explains with a bite to his voice as he notices me too.

"Alright, blah blah nice to meet you. Okay, can I borrow America for a moment?" I ask, my voice completely changing back to normal as I ask.

Russia looks displeased but glances at America with an expression saying 'sure I'll be waiting here'. Pshh what a mouse-brain! He probably thinks America likes him or something! I'm 100% sure America loves ME because we've known each other for so long, and we've only stopped seeing each other those lots of moons ago because we thought it was wrong to sneak out every night. Well now I can't bear it!

"Well...." America pauses. He looks at Russia in confusion.

"Please, I have to ask you something important!" I beg with glittering eyes. Russia notices and looks to the ground.

"Just go. Looks like she really is telling the truth." He mutters.

"Uh...Fine...?" America stands up and follows me as I lead him behind a secluded bush. He sits next to me once I stop. "What is it?"

"Look, I have something to tell you." I chirp.

"Alright, go ahead; I'm listening." He replies.

AWH HIS VOICE IS JUST 👌🏻

"Ok so this is really important, so listen closely!" I say, excited for the answer I knew would be yes.

"Mhm.."

"Alright so, I really really REALLY like you America- like- like I love you! And I know you haven't changed after all those moons, so I was wondering if we could sneak out together again, or maybe even run away together and leave our clan mates to wonder where we are and when we return they trust you so much less they'll make you give up your position in the clan! Haha, I was just joking about that. But we could run away if you'd like us to be.....alone." I finish with eager eyes. I rested one of my paws on America's blue and white paw and curled my tail around his.

Much to my surprise, he pulls away sharply. Maybe he just doesn't like getting touched anymore? I guess I should've asked...heh.

"Look, Japan, I'm sorry." He begins.

"Ha, it's alright! All those moons happened a long time ago, so there's no need to apologize about that, fuzz-brain!" I laugh.

"No....Japan I.....don't like you in that way. Please understand I've gotten over you a long time ago and like someone else now...very much." He looks up into my eyes. "Please understand?"

My heart just may have exploded inside of me. And then the sharp bits may have stabbed me internally. The pain I feel greatly increases, but I keep on a smile. "Oh, that's okay, Meri! If you like him so much you should deserve to keep him with you at all times, then, ne?" I ask. "May I at least then know who you like? I feel like I deserve to know after being rejected..."

America looks a little embarrassed but nods slightly. "Alright, but promise not to tell him. It's Russia...." he confirms for me.

"Alright! Thanks for letting me know, and no, I won't tell him anything!" I purr. Uh, keeping this smile and bubbly attitude is so annoying.

"I'll be...getting back now, alright? We'd all better return home before someone notices we're gone." America say, his tail swishing as he ran back to the clearing.

I follow a bit more slowly. After I say goodbye to my mom and say I'll visit again soon, I fall in step right behind Russia and America, who are talking quietly and happily. America's shining eyes give away that he likes Russia. Russia's are also glittering, but they are both too stupid to realize. No, not America! America-Senpai is NOT stupid! He's just a bit naive, that's all!

Good, I think smugly. This will make it a lot easier to get rid of Russia. All I have to do is get rid of him before he confesses to America. And America can't see me kill him or he'll hate me forever. I cheekily slide back into camp after rolling around in dead leaves and flowers.

I contently enter the warriors den and see North and South sitting there, talking in low voices. They see me and stop immediately.

"Didn't you go hunting?" North asks.

"Mhmm!" I reply enthusiastically.

"Then why were you gone for so long and returned with no prey? Hm?" South accuses.

"Ahh, just bad luck!" I swat the air dismissively with a paw.

"I know you. You're a good hunter!" South complains.

"You snuck out somewhere, didn't you." North asks quietly.

"No! I just went hunting!" I object.

"No. You would've caught something. Even a measly, old, sick, mouse. But you're empty-pawed and smell like dead leaves and flowers. You've clearly went somewhere." South says.

"No for Starclan's sake! I didn't go anywhere! Why does North seem to be a lot more accepting of me telling the truth and you're so dumb you won't believe me! Some friend you are! I hate you, and only North seems like a good friend now that I know your bad side!" I snarl angrily at my ex-friend. South looks at me in shock before angrily turning away and curling up in his nest, probably already asleep from the energy he wasted trying to make a 'bad' claim about me.

Pshh, I don't need that Fox-heart. I just need to get rid of Russia and soon America will be my whole world!

South Korea-

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