down on a small set of stairs, running a hand through his hair.

picks up his kitten, who looks a little frazzled from being chased. Turning the corner, he blinks upon Italy. 'You okay, little 'in?' he_

, always having time for Francis' little brothers.

let his long fringe fall back in place as he dropped his hand to rest on his leg. He looked up at the voice, a smile easily appearing when_

he spotted the owner of said voice. "Sí, I'm juuuust fine!" He blinked, recognising the kitten in his hands. "Eeh- Is it yours?"

smiles, 'Yeah. He's a cross with a Scottish Wild cat. Wouldn't be able to tell though. He's a chicken with anyone but me.' He sits beside_

the smaller nation, offering him the kitten. 'Were you playing with her?'

actually listened attentively for once as he told of the breed. He really liked cats. "Ve, at least she doesn't run from you! That wouldn't_

be a very fun cat to have, I think." His warm smiled widened and he took the kitten gently, placing her on his lap. "I tried.."

watches as the kitten settles in the Italian's lap, mewing up at the nation. She seemed a lot calmer now, that Gregory had handed her over_

instead of the other just outright picking her up. 'Aww, she likes yah.'

hums happily and scratches the adorable kitten gently behind her ears. He laughs lightly, "Good! It's always nice to get a girl's approval~"

laughs at that, 'In that way, you're just like Francis.'

|The kitten purrs, moving into the touch.

petted the kitten by stroking it's thick fur. He chuckled at the comment, "Sí, big brother France is quite the ladies' man!"

laughs, 'Not so much anymore...' He hopes. He reaches over to scratch behind the kitten's ear.

pauses the petting and gives him a concerned look. "Wha- Why? Is he hurt?"

laughs, 'He is probably a bit touched in the head, now that I think about it.' He shakes his head, 'He's just in a serious relationship now'

's worried frown increased at the first statement, then his expression changed to one of surprise. "Ve- Really? .. With who?"

grins brightly, 'Why don't you guess?'

"Huh? I wouldn't know! I have not talked to big brother France in months! I-" He stopped abruptly when he noticed a certain glimmer in the_

Scot's eyes. Realisation hit him slowly, and his expression showed it. "Ve..." His smiled turned to faintly sly and he poked his arm. "It is

you, isn't it?!"

can't help the grin that splits his face. 'Aye, it's me,' he admits, reaching over to pet his kitten - mostly for something to distract him.

smiled brightly at him, a happy laugh escaping him easily. He patted his back gently, not being able to hug him with a kitten in his lap._

"That's great news! I'm so happy for you~"

cheers up a tad, resting back on his hands. 'Ta Italy... It took the twat long enough.'

chuckles and pets the kitty gently, watching her with drowsy eyes. "Love can never come too late, hm~"

smiles, 'I suppose you're right wee'in.'

winks to him with a soft smile. He hums and picks up the kitten from his lap, about to stand up. "Ah, I'm hungry.."