agrees, and has sleepwalked his way over to her window, sniffing the air, eyes closed.

turns and looks at him in her window. "Pyvitannie,"

paws at the window. He half mumbles, half mews to be let in. 'Nnh...bread...please...'

opens the window. "Is something wrong with my door?"

walks, zombie like, right past her into her house. If he were awake he would have offered some pleasentry but... 'Mmm, where...bread...' He_

follows his nose.

had just taken the bread out of the oven, it's cooling on the counter. Follows him frowning. This is rather rude you know.

sleepwalks around the house before his nose finally finds the kitchen. He takes a deep breath at the bread, and then plonks his bum on the_

floor. Even when asleep, he waits to be offered food.

looks at him, looks at the bread. Walks to her closet, pulls out an embroidered rushnyk, puts one of the loaves of bread inside the_

and offers it to him. "Here."

*rushnyk

finally opens one eye, sleepily. 'Hmm? Oh...hello-thank you!' He smiles at her, taking it. 'Smells delicious...Where am I?'

((XD pretend that was Greece))

(( Okay)) ...... You walked into my house.

looks mildly surprised. 'I did?' He glances round. 'So I did.' He takes a piece of the bread and munches on it. 'Mmm!'

"of course it's good, I made it." watches him eat the bread.

eats away happily and then offers her some. 'S'good. Try.'

takes what he offers her. "Thank you for sharing with me." eats it, sits on the floor with him. "I have chairs here too."

looks happy when she sits with him. 'Chairs are nice...but sitting here, doesn't it remind you of being a child?' he asks.

looks around at her spotless kitchen floor. "In a way, yes it does. Do you like sitting on the floor?"

tosses another piece into his mouth, humming. 'Yeah. It's where cats are, and I used to eat under the table.' he gives her more.

takes it, she did bake it after all so she knows its good. "I don't have a cat."

looks surprised. He thinks everyone should have a cat. 'Why not? Allergy?' It's the only reason he can think of.

shakes her head. "No allergies, that I know of. I just don't have a cat."

blinks. This...was confusing. 'Do you...want a cat?' he asks blankly.

chews the bread and looks at him. "Are they hard to take care of? Do they eat a lot?"

hums, 'Well...no. I'm in a bit of a...financial hole right now,' he admits, 'but my cats havn't posed a problem at all. They eat almost_

anything, and usually they catch their food themselves. Plus they keep you warm when you lose your only blanket...' he murmurs the last part

" ... lose your only blanket? What happened to it?"

goes a little red. 'I...don't know. I think I left it in my old bed, and I'm not going back to get it. Til I get a new one, cat fur helps.'

stands up and walks to her closet, pulls out an extra blanket she has that is hardly used and takes it to Greece. "Here, take this."

stares at the blanket, and then up at her. 'I-for me?' he asks, touched. He slowly takes the blanket-it was so much nicer than the one he_

left at Turkey's. 'I...thank you.'

"Welcome." sits back down on the floor.

wraps himself up in it in a test run. He smiles at it's immediate warmth. 'First homemade bread, now this. I feel I should give you_

something,' He thinks, wondering what he could have that would be of interest to her.

"Oh, that's not necessary." feels herself blush a little. Not used to people appreciating anything she does for them.

insists on it. He's been too ashamed to ask for help lately, and appreciates her actions. He wonders if she wants a kitten-he has many_

of them!

" ... a kitten? I've never had a pet."

'Well, would you like to start having one?' he asks, 'Depends if you're a cat person-although I don't understand people who are not...'

"I don't know if I'm a cat person, I've never had a cat."

bad for her, and pats her head. 'Do you want to meet my cats?'

looks at him as he head pats her. "Okay."

nods, and stands. He offers his hand to help her up. 'I just need to call on them and they'll be right here.'

takes the hand he offers and stands. "Call them, do you need a telephone?"

shakes his head. He steps up to a window, opens it and calls 'GEVMA!' (('dinner')). He smiles. 'They'll be here in a moment.' After a_

minute, cats start to appear outside the house.

walks to the window and staaaaaares. "These are all your cats?" just a little intimidated by so many.

smiles, not picking up on her expression. 'Yeah. All mine. Well, they *are* strays, I suppose...' He picks out a kitten and pulls it in_

through the window. 'Here. Hold this one.'

looks at the kitten, looks at Greece. "He won't bite me, will he?"

laughs, shaking his head. 'No, my cats don't bite. They know if they bite they get less love and food.'

"The cat wants food? I don't have food for cats." Not sure what a cat eats. Cat food? looks at the cat, then offers to hold it.

continues to laugh as he carefully hands the mewing kitten to her. 'Cats, especially strays, aren't picky with food. They'll eat anything.'

"This is a stray?" looks at the kitten

nods. 'All of the cats are. They treat my home like a guest house though.' He scratches the top of the kitten's head.

"How do you manage to feed so many." watches it squirm in her hands. "He doesn't like me."

smiles fondly. 'He's just overly curious. The good thing about the cats is that I rarely have to feed them myself. They go out, hunt or_

steal, then come home to sleep.'

"Oh." watches the kitten squirm. "He looks too little to hunt."

shrugs. 'He probably steals from the other cats.' He shoos away a ginger cat which was attempting to sneak to Belarus' fridge.

cuddles the kitten and pets him. "That seems like a hard life for a little kitten. The older cats will chase him away."

pushes the ginger out of the window, earning a stubborn hiss from it. 'Yeah, I suppose you're right. The other cats won't let him_

starve, though. Kittens have it bad if they don't visit me often for a meal.'

"Oh, starve? How awful." scratches the kittens chin.

hums. 'I love each and every one of my strays, but since my money troubles it's been hard for them too. Although they *do* bring home any_

money they find so I can buy them treats.' He grins.

"Your cats find money? How does a cat even know what money is? They look for food and a dry, safe place to sleep." now wondering what_

kind of mutant cats Greece has.

laughs, 'They don't know what money actually is. All they know is when I have it, I go into a shop and come out with treats. It's like_

magic to them, I suppose.'

"They associate money with food." scratches the kitten's chin. "Where is this kitten's mother?"

studies the kitten, trying to remember which of his cats gave birth to him. 'I think...this is one from Anya's second litter.' He looks_

outside, 'I wonder if she's here-oh! There she is. She's cleaning Hermes.' He points out of the window.

looks where he's pointing. "She's very pretty. Does this kitten have a name?" Wonders if the mother cat wants her baby back.

shakes his head. 'It was only born last month, I tend to wait a little longer before naming them so they can show their personality.' He_

on Anya, who jumps up and stares at them with half-lidded eyes.

watches the older cat look at her. "Is she mad I'm holding her baby?" watches the cat, then hears the kitten start to mew.

shakes his head. 'She doesn't seem bothered. You're holding the baby properly and giving it pleasent attention so she doesn't mind.' He_

picks Anya up, who stares at the kitten as he mews. Anya leans over and licks both the kitten and Belarus hand. 'She likes you.' He grins.

watches the kitten lick her hand. "It's scratchy. "

nods. 'Feels like sandpaper, right? No matter how much water they drink, never any different.'

"Everything will stick to their tongue." pets the kitten some more.

'Like velcro?' he asks, before shaking his head. 'Cats are smart creatures. They basically take care of themselves-even kittens! All they_

need is love.'

"Love?" looks at all the cats she can see outside her window. "You have time to love all of these cats?

"*

shrugs. 'They come to me, I give them love. It's a deal we have. It does get tricky sometimes, though...Maybe I should hire help...?'

nods "I think that would be a good idea, this is a lot of cats to care for by yourself."

scratches his head again. He blushes 'I, uh, don't have the money though. Who would do it for free?'

"Someone who loves cats as much as you?" tilts her head and looks at him, while scratching under the kitten's chin.

can think of a few nations, like Kiku and Yao who have a burning love for cats, but they have cats of their own...counting Yong Soo ><

"Not that easy to think of someone, I take it?" still petting the kitten.

shakes his head and lets Anya down onto the window ledge again. She immediately begins to lick herself.

worked on farms for as long as she can remember, and remembered cats living in the barns to eat vermin. Would be overwhelmed trying to_

take care of so many cats. "Maybe put them up for adoption? So they can find homes?"

gasps, arms going up as if to protect his cat's ears. 'I could never do that! Give a few to loving countries, maybe, but I want the rest_

with me!'

steps back a bit, startled by how emotional he is over his cats. "I'm very sorry, I didn't mean you should abandon them."

looks upset at the though but then nods. 'It's ok. I just get a little overprotective sometimes...not a good thing, I guess..'

"I'm sure it's a good thing for the cats, but what about you? Is all this worry about so many animals good for you?"

shrugs, thinking about it. 'Probably not. But they are a part of me. If they leave, them part of me does too.'

looks at all the cats sitting, stretching, playing and ... blushes when she sees what those two cats are doing. "You really should get some_

help to care for all of these animals. Too much to do by yourself."