Warning: There are swears. But nothing you haven't heard before. I mean, you watch Hetalia... I hope... This is going to be weird. Like, near crack ff, okay? So... um, yeah. I warned you! Deal with my preposterousness! (Big words ftw!)
You had an interesting past. Your father was a Cheshire cat. And he had befriended the personification of the United Kingdom, known by most as England, but to you he was your friend Arthur Kirkland. He had been like an older brother to you. Your mother had fallen for the crazy cat, and her name was Athens, the city's personification. Granted, it was weird [me: weird? Try fucked up. What's wrong with me?], but both England and Greece were interested in what would happen. So with a little bit of Anglo-Saxon folklore, and a sprinkle of Greek mythology, you, a half human half Cheshire Cat, were born from your father's head. It was like Athena being born from Zeus's head, except you weren't fully clad in battle gear. You were however, fully clothed, had your father's silvery gray-blue striped ears and tail, and proved to be immortal. As the Cheshire Cat is enabled to disappear, entirely or otherwise, you could hide your ears and tail if you tried. In fact, you tried to do that most of the time, as people would try to touch them. They only appeared if you got nervous.
Greece and England treated you like their little sister, and sometimes took you to the World Meetings. England loved you (sisterly love here, people) because while you were mythical, other people could also see you, and Greece (same, sisterly) simply loved hanging out with you. You were like a giant cat!
Truthfully, you loved going to the World Meetings. Madness ensued, and then Germany would get everything back in order. Germany. The man made you feel crazy. You took your seat, either near England, but usually next to Greece, as England would always end up fighting with France or America. And you sat there patiently, looking at everyone, but mostly stealing glances at Germany. He was just so- so- amazing! He was strong, tough, sexy, and could hold his own in this madness. But you were positive he didn't even know you existed. Most of the countries had warmed up to you, treating you like a little sister, but he hadn't given you the time of day.
This day in the World Meeting, you did the same as you usually did. But you were tired, more so than usual. You found yourself leaning on Greece's sleeping form, dozing off. You're eyes shot open as you felt yourself slipping and your tail appearing, and you forced yourself awake. About to sit up straighter, you caught Germany looking at Greece with a look of near hatred. Then his icy blue stare moved to you, and his eyes widened. Quickly he looked away, and you sat up, confused.
Lost in your thoughts, your tail had emerged. And Italy, being the genius he is, grabbed it. You near jumped out of your skin, but still managed to bite your tongue. You tried as hard as you could, but couldn't get it to disappear.
"Italy!" you hissed, trying to stay calm.
He looked up at you, "Bella, what's this?"
You blushed, "It's-It's my tail, now let go!"
"But why do you have a tail?" he asked innocently.
Not being able to concentrate on anything, your ears crept up as well. "I-I'm part Cheshire Cat, okay? Now, please let go!"
"Ah! Bella, you have ears too!" he squealed, attracting attention. Italy stood, and scratched behind your right ear.
You bit your lip. It felt really good, and you almost purred. You managed to squeak out, "I-Italy, don't-"
"But they're so soft!" he said excitedly, not relenting.
You clawed your fists and curled your toes. Desperately you tried to clear the fog of ecstasy in your head. "Please- st-stop it-"
Thankfully, your small cries had awoken Greece. Still groggy from sleep he swatted Italy away, saying, "She doesn't like it when people touch her ears..."
"But they're so soft!" Italy cried.
Now that the fog had cleared, you focused all of your energy on making the ears disappear. Once you felt the familiar tingle, you sighed, and worked on your tail. It was so easy for your father, but you had some difficulty keeping invisible. You were pretty good at moving from once place to another quickly. It almost looks like teleportation, but it's just a quick burst of invisibility that lets you move places. Taking advantage of that, you moved yourself to England's side.
England and France started fighting, and you just looked down, embarrassed, waiting for Germany to break it up. Hearing his voice might clear your head. But it never came. You looked up, face still flushed, and saw him looking at you once again, with fascination. Great. Maybe he wanted to do experiments on you in his lab. When your (e/c) eyes met his he looked away. The chaos reigned around you, and when you looked up again, Germany was staring at Italy with the same hatred he had looked at Greece with earlier. C-Could he be jealous? Did he like you? No, he was probably just pissed that Greece was sleeping, and that Italy was such a wimp. You pushed away the thoughts you assumed would only set you up for disappointment.
After the meeting you waited for England to finish up something, thinking you'd go have dinner with him to keep him from getting too angry over France and America. You saw Italy and Germany talking, and looked away. It certainly wasn't an odd occurrence, and looking at Italy just made you blush.
You looked up to see Italy standing before you, trembling. The reason as to why he was scared appeared to be Germany standing slightly behind him. The mere sight of the Italian made you feel flushed, and you could feel your tail coming out. "W-What is it, Italy?"
"I wanted to apologize. I didn't realize I was making you uncomfortable, and I'm sorry." he said, looking sincere.
You smiled. He really had no idea what he had done. "Please, just don't do it again." you told him.
He nodded, "But Bella, don't cats usually like it when you pet them?"
Biting your lip, you wondered how you could explain. "Italy, you don't like it when people touch your curl, right?"
"Ve." he uttered quietly, raising a hand as if to protect it.
"It's a lot like that." you nodded, hugging him quickly.
You could see Germany looking angry once more. And once more your mind jumped to conclusions. Italy had a light blush on his cheeks, "I really am sorry. I get it now!"
He skipped off and you turned to Germany, a blush still on your cheeks, "Thank you for that." You had barely said two words to the guy in months, and you could feel your face getting even hotter.
"Ja," he said, his voice and accent immediately washing over you and making you feel calm, "I'm sorry about him. I-I should have done somezhing, but I didn't vant to embarrass you."
You smiled at him, "That's sweet of you. Don't feel bad."
Germany blushed lightly, and in your mind, your suspicions were confirmed. Germany... liked you! You could barely think straight, much less keep your cat appendages in control. Germany shuffled, and you just fiddled with your tail. "So..." you said, trying to break the silence.
"You're... You're not human." Germany stated awkwardly.
You shook your head, "I am. I'm just part Cheshire Cat, too."
"How?" his clear blue eyes were alight with an uncharacteristic interest.
"I-uh," you had no idea how to explain, "Greece and England they, uh, sorta, um..." You trailed off, barely understanding the process yourself. "My mom is Athens, and my dad is the original Cheshire Cat. So, um, I was born from his head like Athena from Zeus. It's all really weird. But I guess that's just what happens when Greece and England get together."
He nodded, looking in deep thought. You continued, "I really do like it though. My dad is completely insane, and so is England. And my mom is really down to Earth and nice, like Greece. Those two are always really nice to me, they've been like brothers to me forever."
Germany looked elated, "Brothers?"
"Yeah." you said, a little confused. Then you remembered his glare at Greece. Did he really think... "Did you think we were... together?" you asked, near laughter.
"It-It kind of seemed zhat way sometimes, zhe vay you- uh-" he was flushing furiously.
You smiled sympathetically. "We're close, but not like that. Greece is kind of my uncle or something crazy like that..." you said, still confused about the whole thing yourself.
England emerged, grinning at you, and making you blush further, "You still coming with me, (nickname), or are you staying here?"
"Bye." you said quickly, giving a small wave over your shoulder. You hurried off with England, who punched you playfully in the shoulder. Biting your lip, you tried not to look back, but you couldn't help yourself in the end. He was still there, looking after the two of you, and when you turned he blushed lightly himself.
And from that awkward conversation sprouted an awkward friendship. He was the only person you felt comfortable enough around to let out your ears. Not that you could focus on keeping them invisible with him around, but still. One day, while sitting on his couch, you caught him staring at them. "Do they freak you out?" you asked.
"Nein, not at all. I was just zhinking about, vell, Italy..." he said.
You blushed, thinking about the last time you saw him, "What about him?"
"He said zhey vere soft." Germany told you, a light blush growing on his own cheeks. "I know zhat it bothers you, I vas just thinking."
Something compelled you to say, "You can see for yourself, if-if you really want to."
"Ja? Are you sure?" he asked, making sure you were okay. Your blush was coming up to tomato red, but you nodded. He hesitantly lifted a hand, and scratched lightly behind your ear. It was amazing to say the least. You closed your eyes, melting in his hand, when you couldn't hold it back. You purred lightly, immediately blushing bright red. Opening your eyes slowly you saw him smiling, chuckling lightly. "You're so cute, frau." he said, nuzzling your ears and only making you blush brighter.
"Mein gott," Prussia said, bursting in to grab another beer, "vhy don't you two just kiss already und get it over vith?"
Germany blushed. But somehow the albino's words gave you courage. "Good idea." you said, pulling Germany's face down to meet your lips. It was your first kiss, and you had meant it to be short and sweet. But as you were about to pull away, you felt Germany's shock leaving and him reciprocating. He took over, dominating, and you were just fine with that. You tangled your hand in his golden locks, and he fiddled with you ears, making you more responsive.
"Verdammt, guys," Gil said with his trademark grin, as you two broke apart for air, "if I'd have known it vas zhat easy, I vouldn't have told you to do it veeks ago."
Germany whispered to you, "Maybe you vould like to come vith me someplace more private?"
You're (e/c) eyes widened in shock, and you nodded, taking his hand.