EnglandxReader: The Princess and the Neko

England really had no idea what to expect that day. He thought it was just going to be an normal, boring day. He had woken up at a normal time, eaten his usual breakfast, did a little paper work, nothing special really,

Then… HE had to show up.

England sat in his study, in his favorite chair with some vanilla-chai tea and a good book. It was actually an old story from his past, his mum, Brittania, used to read it to him every night. The Princess and the Frog, the story of a handsome prince being turned into a frog by a dark force and the only way he could be set free is a kiss from a kind a beautiful princess. It was a sweet story and England could feel himself smile from sweet nostalgia. Though that bliss was broken by a sudden swigging open of his door. "Hallo, eyebrows! Beauty has arrived!" England let out a not so subtle sigh of great annoyance. "What do you want frog face? Can't you see I'm busy?" "With old fairytales? I'm sure." England was tempted to throw the book at his stupid face but he didn't want to damage the book. "Why are you here?" France began to look at the large book case, running his fingers over the bindings of each book before pulling one out one. England couldn't see which book but he was just displeased that the French bastard was touching his things. "I was wondering… do you have any sort of feelings for a miss _________, would you?" England paused at the mention of your name. It was true. You were his dream girl, everything about you was perfect. Your cheerful personality, your love for fantasy, your sparkling (e/c) eyes, your soft (h/c) hair. He couldn't think of a single flaw. He looked away, a hot blush running across his cheeks. "M-maybe… what of it?" He failed to notice the dark smirk growing on France's face. "Well, we can't have that now can we?" England  looked up, shocked and a little frightened by the meaning of those words. "What? What the bloody hell are you talking about?" France turned to England, giving him a glance on the book the Frenchman had selected: one of his most powerful spell books. "Because I'm going to make her mine~" "Wh-what are you doing?!" France began to say some strange words and England could feel the room spin. He tried to stay up but his body soon gave out falling to the hard floor. His mind went blank, and the last thing he heard was France's laugh. "Y-you… blood…frog…"

The sound of kids yelling and bird chirping was the first thing he could sense when he finally came to. He slowly opened his forest green eyes, his vision slowly coming back. He looked around, able to get a slight idea of where he was. He could recognize his current location as a park, like the one by your house. He lifted his hands to rub his hazy eyes when he noticed something. His hands were soft. And furry. And paws. PAWS?! He stared at them, his new white and orange fur paws. What did that Frenchie do to me?! He looked over to see he was by a small pond. He looked at his refection and froze. Turns out, to match his paws, he had turned into a small white and orange Scottish Fold cat. That damned French frog turned him into a bloody cat. "That damn Frenchie! Next time I see him I'm going to-" "Aww, a kitty!" He froze. That voice. There was no denying it, he knew exactly who it belonged to. He could feel a pair of delicate hands wrap around his new small form and lift him up, turning him so his forest greens were facing a pair of soft (e/c)s. Bloody hell. "Hey there little fella! Where is your owner? What would your name be?" "Its Arthur, ________" your eyes wided at the talking cat, and the fact it had a quite familiar accent. "wait… ENGLAND?!" "Yes…" "Wha-what on earth happened to you? Why are you a cat?" "France came to my house and used one of my spell books on me." "That explains quite a bit." you said rather calmly after setting him down and the both of you walking along side each other. "Huh?" "Well, I came over to return a book I borrowed when France was there and kept trying to get me with him." "Then what?" "I kicked his ass of course." England couldn't help but give a cat like smile (pun most definitely intended XD). He very much enjoyed the fact that France's advances never worked on you. "But how did you end up all the way in my parts" "France must have brought me here so I would be away from you." "…He really is an idiot, isn't he?" "Oh yes" You both laughed and England smiled as he looked up at you. You really were perfect weren't you. His happiness was interrupted by the sound of growling. You both turned to see so rather large mean-looking dogs, looking hungrily at England. He stood froze, terrified as he looked at the large beasts. "England" He looked up to you. "You need to get to my house. I have an open window you can go in through. I'll hold them off." "Are you sure?" "Very. Now go quickly!" He didn't need to be told twice. He quickly bolted, hearing the dogs barking and you yelling at them "Back, you damn dogs!"

England paced nervously back and forth in your living room. It had been 15 minutes since he arrived at your house and you have yet to return to your own house. Bollocks I should have never have left her alone with those bloody dogs! I wish I wasn't stuck as a damn cat, I could have protected her. I hope she's- he jumped out of his thoughts at the sound of your door slamming and your angry grumbling. "Damn dogs" you mumbled as you kicked off your shoes and walking down the hall. "England? You here?" "Yes, I'm right here." he said as he strolled into the hallway. You smiled and kneeled down to him. "That's good, I was so worried." England was certain that under his fur, he was blushing like mad. "Well, how about you stay here for tonight and we can work on the spell tomorrow." you said as you stood up and began to walk to the kitchen. England followed behind you, and noticing something odd with your ankle. It appeared to be wrapped. But that meant… those bloody dogs! They hurt her! He looked up with sad eyes at you, a sweet smile present on your face. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you.

The two of you ate quietly before sitting in the living room watching television. England still felt guilt aching at his heart about what had happened to you. "Hey England?" He looked up at you, sitting on your lap. "Are you okay? You've been really quiet since I got home." "Don't worry about it love. I'm fine" You frowned and lifted him up to your eye level. "You should know better than to lie to me. What's wrong?" he looked away from you the best he could. "I just… I feel terrible. You got bite by those dogs because you wanted to protect me. I only seem to cause you trouble." You blinked a few times before giving him a warm smile. "England, you old worry wart. You know I would do anything for you and I already know you would do the same for me." You hugged him close to you and looked into his big green eyes. "You and I always look out for each other." Okay now England was certain he was bright red under his fur. Come on now, old boy. Just go for it. He counted to three, leaned forward in your hands and peck you on the lips. Before either of you could react, a sudden bright flash surrounded England and you looked away from the brightness before you. Soon the light faded and you reopened your eyes, slowly at first but then quickly widened them. Now sitting on you lap, instead of the former kitty Iggy, was a human Iggy as well as him being incredibly close to your face. "England, Y-your back! H-how did you know that would work?" He looked at you and gave a gentle smile. "Only a kiss from a princess can break the spell" he said gently as he went back in for another sweet kiss.

*Extended ending*

You both pulled away to catch your breath and smiled at each other. Slowly your gaze moved down but you quickly brought it back up, your face on fire. "What's wrong, love?" "Uhmmm… England?" "Yes?" "… your naked…"