Once there he picked up England-cat from the back and ran inside, knocking away any guards who tried to stop him, causing the pet carrier to wave around and throw England-cat around everywhere as well as causing one of the clamp locks to break under the pressure.
They eventually came up to a corridor, the end of which had a large pair of double doors which lead into England’s office. He ran forward when suddenly England’s bosses blocked the door, along with five or so guards.
“America, stop! We told you England can’t see yo-“one of them said. “Get out of my way!” America shouted, cutting him off “I gotta save England!” he ran forward and so did the guards.
He punched one in the face with the hand that had not been carrying England-cat’s carrier. The guard went down. Then two came at the same time, fists out (after all, shooting a country was a real big no-no, even if they didn’t die). But, before they could hit America, he jumped up using his inhuman strength and kicked one in the face and ended up on the shoulders of the other, launching off of him, causing him to fall and America to be launched into the fourth, absent-mindidly he used the hand that was carrying England-cat’s carrier to hit the guard in the face.
The other clamp lock broke and suddenly England-cat fell out, tumbling to the floor in a dizzy lump.
America looked back at his fallen comrade-in-fur and dropped the broken carrier and falling into a crowd of guards,
“Iggy!” He shouted.
If you want an accurate description of the scene right now, in the simplest of words, it would be like that moment in a film when two allies are forcibly separated from one another after a dramatic fight scene, except a lot more confusing.
In America’s fear for Iggy he didn’t notice himself being held back by some burly guards. “Iggy-dude, are you alright!?”
England-cat blinked. He couldn’t really fathom what was happening at the moment. He remembered America rushing, then his leaders and some guards came out and… why was he on the floor?
Then he heard America and tried, slowly, to get up.
Everyone in the room was staring at him, the Scottish fold who wasn’t really a Scottish fold. The nation who had been missing for a month now and had been staying with America for an ‘extended vacation’. The cat, Iggy. The personification of England.
“Would you stop putting that stupid word in every damn sentence? Git!” England said.
There was visible shock everywhere and for a moment England didn’t know what was wrong.
“What? Have you never seen a cat meow… before…?” Halfway through, he noticed.
He was articulating syllables, using his tongue, he was speaking! He felt taller too and less warm, much less warm actually… Was there a draught?
England looked down at himself and then he realized, he was back to normal. And completely naked!
He instantly covered himself up and blushed vividly. Everyone was still shocked but then suddenly someone snickered and burst out laughing and then it caught on to another person, and another and another until the whole place seemed to be chorusing with laughter.
America pushed away from the guards who were trying not to choke on their tears of happiness and went over to England, looking away with the lightest dustings of a blush as he offered him his prized bomber jacket to clothe himself with.
England took it gratefully and wrapped himself in it; sure he was about to die from embarrassment until he was distracted as America suddenly looked at him, grinned then suddenly swung him around and held him bridal style as he ran down the corridor again. There was further laughter after that and in the crowd both of England’s leaders sighed.
“When’s the next General Election James?” “Soon, Nicky, soon…”
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All Cats are British in the Dark [Part 5f/5]
(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)They eventually came up to a corridor, the end of which had a large pair of double doors which lead into England’s office. He ran forward when suddenly England’s bosses blocked the door, along with five or so guards.
“America, stop! We told you England can’t see yo-“one of them said.
“Get out of my way!” America shouted, cutting him off “I gotta save England!” he ran forward and so did the guards.
He punched one in the face with the hand that had not been carrying England-cat’s carrier. The guard went down. Then two came at the same time, fists out (after all, shooting a country was a real big no-no, even if they didn’t die). But, before they could hit America, he jumped up using his inhuman strength and kicked one in the face and ended up on the shoulders of the other, launching off of him, causing him to fall and America to be launched into the fourth, absent-mindidly he used the hand that was carrying England-cat’s carrier to hit the guard in the face.
The other clamp lock broke and suddenly England-cat fell out, tumbling to the floor in a dizzy lump.
America looked back at his fallen comrade-in-fur and dropped the broken carrier and falling into a crowd of guards,
“Iggy!” He shouted.
If you want an accurate description of the scene right now, in the simplest of words, it would be like that moment in a film when two allies are forcibly separated from one another after a dramatic fight scene, except a lot more confusing.
In America’s fear for Iggy he didn’t notice himself being held back by some burly guards.
“Iggy-dude, are you alright!?”
England-cat blinked. He couldn’t really fathom what was happening at the moment. He remembered America rushing, then his leaders and some guards came out and… why was he on the floor?
Then he heard America and tried, slowly, to get up.
Everyone in the room was staring at him, the Scottish fold who wasn’t really a Scottish fold.
The nation who had been missing for a month now and had been staying with America for an ‘extended vacation’.
The cat, Iggy. The personification of England.
“Would you stop putting that stupid word in every damn sentence? Git!”
England said.
There was visible shock everywhere and for a moment England didn’t know what was wrong.
“What? Have you never seen a cat meow… before…?” Halfway through, he noticed.
He was articulating syllables, using his tongue, he was speaking!
He felt taller too and less warm, much less warm actually…
Was there a draught?
England looked down at himself and then he realized, he was back to normal. And completely naked!
He instantly covered himself up and blushed vividly. Everyone was still shocked but then suddenly someone snickered and burst out laughing and then it caught on to another person, and another and another until the whole place seemed to be chorusing with laughter.
America pushed away from the guards who were trying not to choke on their tears of happiness and went over to England, looking away with the lightest dustings of a blush as he offered him his prized bomber jacket to clothe himself with.
England took it gratefully and wrapped himself in it; sure he was about to die from embarrassment until he was distracted as America suddenly looked at him, grinned then suddenly swung him around and held him bridal style as he ran down the corridor again. There was further laughter after that and in the crowd both of England’s leaders sighed.
“When’s the next General Election James?”
“Soon, Nicky, soon…”