England and reader - Spell gone wrong. Part 2

"I SAID I WANTED TO TALK TO ANIMALS NOT BE ONE!"





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"I-I'm sorry!" England cried. "It'll wear off soon, it's a very weak potion, -name.".

You glared at him through big (e/c) eyes. You had fur the same colour as your natural hair colour as a human.

"But you do look pretty cute as a cat..."

"I DON'T CARE. CHANGE ME BACK. RIGHT. NOW." You spat and weakly slapped him with a little paw. You couldn't help but cling onto the word "cute" in your mind. Arthur had called you "cute"! You'd never spoken a word to anyone about this before, but you have a major crush on the nation. It felt good to hear him compliment you.

Arthur began to laugh. "I can't, another potion will wear you out! Besides, you're a lot easier to cope with like this!" He joked.

You had no clue what to do, and you were wondering how you were still able to talk in your new form. "Now what are we supposed to do? How do I explain this to my parents?" You sighed.

"Umm we cou-"

"-AHAHAHAHAHA! ARTIE IS TALKING TO A CAT. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Alfred was here. Great.
He walked over to get a closer look at you. "AWWW. HOW SWEET. A LITTLE KITTY CAT." He yelled and reached out to pick you up.

"ALFRED, DONT DO THAT." Arthur warned.

Too late, you were already being squished in the American's arms.

"Get...Off...Me...NOW." You cried squirming around.

"WHAT THE F***! IT'S -NAME-!" Alfred gasped, recognising your voice. "Artie why did you-?"

"-She helped me test a potion out, is all."

"Hahahahahaha! That was supposed to be the ability to TALK TO ANIMALS not BE A TALKING ANIMAL! You told me before I went out! Why do you even bother making potions, it's stuuuuupiiiiiddd!" Alfred laughed.

"Shut up, stupid git."

"Oooooh. Getting angry are we?"

"Alfred, shut up." You growled.

"Aww. Protecting your boyfriend. Hehehehehehe!" Alfred said, spun around in circles with you in his arms, he was chuckling to himself.

Arthur snatched you from Alfred's hands. "You're going to hurt her, idiot!" England snarled, and pulled you close.