It was getting harder to hide. No matter what I did, I knew they’d find out soon enough. As Japan would say I was a Neko character. But I was half-cat, half-human. My ex-boyfriend was a wizard, inspired by England, and he was horrible at it. He first turned me into a cat and I stayed like that for about a month. He said he could fix me and then I turned into what I was.
I love it but I hated it at the same time. I hated it more though because of how much I hid it. I’ve hidden this for about a hundred years now. Mostly wearing hats and long dresses around the other countries. It got closer on several occasions, like they would see my tail wag or my hat almost went off but it never happened.
But with modern clothing it was easier to hide. Of course to regulation I had to wear a military outfit but I would wear pants and a beanie hat. It wasn’t against regulation and no one had a problem with that. In fact France would pick cuter ones out for me and would give them to me.
Today was a huge meeting. Most of the main countries were there. France, England, America, Spain, Canada, Russia, Japan, Germany, Italy (Both of them), Greece, Turkey, and many more countries. I was sitting by Greece and Turkey. And A little bit of advice never sit between them. They will fight. Well when Greece was awake.
The meeting it’s self was boring to say the least. The only interesting parts were when France, England and America would fight. Greece and Turkey fought once. But it would end with Germany yelling at us to pay attention. Then his rules started. Raising hands and only two minutes a piece to talk. Italy would be a smart ass and say ‘Pasta’ or ‘Germany’. We’d laugh and then go back to talking about whatever we needed to.
But since we couldn’t focus at all we would get a twenty minute break. Spain and Romano took that as time for a ‘siesta’. Same with Greece. I swear they would take a nap at any time. Even in war. Ninety-five percent of the time they were asleep. It was funny in a way. They were funny in that sense. Nothing really bothered them. I was jealous of them in a sense.
“(Name),” Greece’s sleepy voice asked. “Where is everyone?” I looked around. It was only Greece and me in here now. How did that happen? I remembered Germany saying we were going to but not the dismissal. I think I would have remembered that.
“I guess they left already for break. Germany thought we could use a twenty minute break,” I said.
He stretched and yawned. “I see,” he said. Greece looked really cute right now as he rubbed his eye. “I want to take a nap.”
I smiled. “Hercules, that’s what you’ve been doing,” I said. He stared at me with his big green eyes. I had always liked Greece. So this kind of made me want to melt right them and there.
“Yeah but you could always take a nap, (Name),” he said.
“I suppose. I’m just not comfortable around anyone enough to take a nap around them,” I said.
“Hmm?” He got closer to me and then put his head on my lap. “You’re comfortable.” He took my hand and put it on his head. “I like to be petted too.”
I smiled. “You really do like cats huh? You even got it so you love to be petted,” I said.
“Y-Yeah,” he said rubbing his head on my legs. I blushed and I felt my tail go strait up. “(Name).”
“H-Hercules, what are you doing?” I asked.
“Take a nap with me,” he said. “Better yet.”
He sat up and then picked me up. His arms were strong and muscular. All and all way different than I imagined. He didn’t look that strong but he was. He then took me to the corridor. We passed several countries. I didn’t really pay attention to any of them. I looked up at Hercules and he was smiling. Why was he smiling so much?We went into his office and he sat me down on the couch there.
His office was really nice. The couch was black leather and really comfortable, his flag on the wall across from the couch; we all had those in our offices here, some bookshelves; piled with books in Greek and other languages, his desk, a huge carpet in the middle of the floor, and two doors. One to a closet, like most containing random office supplies, and a bathroom; containing a shower and toilet.
Hercules looked at me. His green eyes piercing threw me. “W-What?” I asked.
“You remind me of a cat,” he said. I reminded him of a cat? H-How would he know about that? I never told anyone. Greece loved cats, so was that a complement? “I like it. Do you have cats at home?”
I had some that came around because they knew I was part cat. “Y-Yeah, a few,” I said.
“You’re sweating. Maybe you should take off this hat,” he said. He reached for my hat but I grabbed it and held it to my hat.
“No,” I said.
Somehow I ended up laying down holding my hat. Hercules was on top of me and I had my legs in between his legs. We fought a little he kept saying it as alright and me saying I was fine. I had cried a little and he stopped. So far this was the most active I’ve ever seen him.
“(Name),” he said. I was still crying a little bit. “Why are you crying?”
“Don’t. Just don’t. L-Leave my hat alone,” I said clutching my hat.
He frowned. “What’s with your obsession with this hat? You don’t even want me to touch it.”
“No. You’ll only make fun of me like everyone else,” I said closing my eyes. I shook a little.
“I would never laugh at you,” he said. “What’s wrong?”
I opened my eyes. He looked serious. “D-Do you promise not to laugh?” I asked. I knew I could trust him, since he loved cats. I hoped he didn’t. I wanted someone to accept me.
“I promise,” he said. I took off my hat and my ears popped out. I stared in his eyes. They were normal at first but then it hit him. I looked down. “I knew it. I am nothing but a freak.”
“No, you’re not,” he said. “You’re a cat . . . and beautiful.” I looked up at him. His eyes looked like he was sincere. How could he be? I was a monster.
“Stop lying,” I said. He looked offended. “I’m not beautiful. I’m a monster.”
He held my arms and got closer to me. His face was so close to mine. I could feel his breath on my face. His green eyes peering directly in my (eye color) eyes. He pressed himself closer to me.
“You’re not a monster,” he said. His voice was so smooth and deep and his accent wasn’t helping right now. I felt my stomach going in knots. Doing twists and turns. I was nervous of what he’d do next. “You were never one. So stop saying that. I can’t let someone hurt the one I love.” The one he loved? Who was that? What did that have to do with me?
“Who is that?” I asked.
He sighed. “You. That’s why I asked Germany to make us sit next to each other,” he said.
He lowered himself down on me and kissed me. His lips were soft, gentle and strong. We was driving me insane right now. I ran my fingers threw his short brunette hair. But then I touched his split-curl and he pressed down harder. He moved his hands down my sides and I moaned. He ceased the opportunity to dart his tongue in my mouth.
He swirled our tongues around. Then I noticed if I pulled his curl he would kiss harder. The more I pulled the more he did. That was his e-zone. He moved his hands down my sides again and I moaned. He almost went up my shirt but I pulled back.
“H-Hercules, I . . . I . . . n-not yet,” I said. We were both panting. His eyes looked glossed. But then he fell down on me. His hand went right to my boob. I panicked a little. “H-Hercules?”
Then I heard feint snores from him. He . . . fell asleep? Not that shocking. Greece did do a lot, for him. I smiled down at him and petted his head. I just now noticed how soft his hair was. It was like a cat’s in a way.
Funny how something went together. But Greece liked me? Even with me being a cat-human. I think he liked me even more now, since he said he always wanted to be a cat. Though he had a weird reason why. He always said it was so he could quote, unquote ‘Lick his own balls’. Odd reason but that’s the reason why.
After that whole incident Greece got me so I wasn’t afraid of it anymore. Though it took a long time for me to get that way. Fifty years to be exact, but I got there. England asked if I wanted to be fixed. Before I could even answer Greece took me away from England and begged me not to change. He loved the way I was and now so did I.
We’d often sit on the couch and watch movies. He’d scratch my ears or tail. He loved playing with my tail but mostly loved rubbing my ears. I would move my tail and he’d be in a stupor. It turned out that and his spilt-curl were the two things to turn him on. I often used it to my advantage and he knew it.
Let’s just say I felt like I was on Mount Olympus with him. And that he was like a Greek god himself. His was chiseled in the right places, like a marble statue. Hercules was amazing. When ever I was sad, upset, or felt like people where making fun of me and made me depressed he’d cheer me up and make me happy.
He was a really sweet boyfriend. I was so lucky I had him. I don’t know where I would be without him. And honestly I didn’t want to think about it.