had heard that Greece was back around and had snuck into his home, happy to see him staring at the fridge. She sneaks up behind him, slipping hands around his waist and pressing her chest

against his back. "Bonjour mon ami~!"

barely glances back, unsurprised at the sudden appearance of France. 'Oh, hello France. Beautiful breasts, by the way.' He notes, turning just enough to stare. His eyes then flicker to the empty milk bottle_

and then back to her chest. They go back and forward for a while, deciding if it was even possible to do what he was going to suggest. He decides against it, figuring he'd get milk another way without_

offending the feminine country.

admittedly caught a little offguard how Greece doesn't even blink at the fact he was now a she. She laughs though, pulling bback off of himz "Been a while mon cher, it's good to see you again~" she smiles,

though notiing the sleepy back and forth. She laughs, crossing her arms under her chest with an amused smirk. "I'm glad you like them sugar, but they won't produce milk," she laughs, able to follow his line of

thought.

sighs. 'It was worth a shot considering...' He closes the fridge and at lasts hugs France back. 'I won't lie, I certainly appreciated the old physical you, but I now also like the more curvier you. When did_

this occur?' He shamelessly feels her body for a gender comparison.

chuckles softly a she hugs him, wigglig a little at his wandering hands. "England spiked my Christmas gift," she grin. "Gregory's too, but I think you'll enjoy his even more~"

hums. 'I see. So he isn't a she?' He was rarely concerned with Scotland, and doubted whatever happened to him would interest him at all.

grins at him, mischevious glint in her eyes. "No, something even more fun~ You should come visit him with me," she laughs.

catches the glint and is immediately curious. He hoped France wasn't kidding. Scotland was a cold place this time of year. He nods. 'Okay, but if all he's grown are breasts I'll be somewhat - although not_

entirely - disappointed.' He takes her arm. 'Lead the way, m'lady.'

laughs happily, taking his hands and leading him along. "Oh, I can promise the state he's in is very much relevant to your interests."

can feel the air getting colder, but it did indeed sound fun so he didn't complain. 'If we get there and find him asleep, I will agree with you.' He smiles.

grins, and soon enough they find themselves on Scotland's front porch. "Now shhh," she smiles, pressing a finger to her lips like a secret. "I don't want Gregory knowing you're here right away," she smiles,

before pushing open the door and stepping inside. "Oh Gregory hun, I'm home~~!" she calls out.

waits at the front door, looking around with interest at the Scottish house. The architecture was appealing. But now he was more interested in the Scot himself. He listens and pokes his head through the door.

Appears around the corner, ears perked. He's glad the other is home. 'Did you have a good day?' He asks, not quite having seen the Greek yet as he pulls Francis into a hug.

grins and pulls Gregory into a sweeping hug, twirling him around so that they ended up qith Greg's back to the door. "I had a great day, how about you?" she asks, motioning Greece in with a crook of her finger.

looks amused as he's twirled, tail swaying languidly. 'They'll start getting better when I get rid of these ears and the tail.' He's fed up of his emotions being so easily read by everyone.

slides in and freezes. Scotland...is...a pussy cat! Mouth hanging open, he reaches out in want. 'Almighty Zeus in the heavens...' He places his hand on Scotland's head and scratches his ears.

grins at him, patting Gregory's head. "But it's so cute~" she teases, watching Heracles sneak up behind them and giggling in amusement at the look on his face. "Oh also, I brought a friend over~"

Starts to purr when the hands are scratching behind his ears, tail swishing. He looks owe his shoulder, ears going down. 'Why did you bring Greece?'

immediately starts to pet him from his ears right down to the tip of his tail. 'Th-this is the most incredible thing since-since Japan wearing those cat ears. No, this is better than that. I-I love it so much,_

I want to keep it.' He rambles on, almost hugging Scotland.

giggles softly, letting go of Scotland so he can turn around. "Well... he likes cats. And you're a cat right now. I thought the knowledge might be appreciated," she giggles, watching Greece's freak out.

Swishes his tail angrily, hissing. 'I'm not a cat you can just take home!' He growls.

hushes him softly, treating him like one of his own. 'Okay, shhh...How much of a cat is he? Would he like some cream?'

laughs, wrapping her arms around Gregory's waist from behind to try and calm him a little. "It's just the ears and tail hun, and you can't keep him, he's mine~"

sharp incisors too. That he doesn't mind using. He calms somewhat with the petting and Francis' hug. 'I'm here, you know.' He shifts into the Greek's practised touch.

'Remarkable...if only I too possessed the power to do this.' He pauses, admitting himself that a world full of half-nation, half-feline beings might be a step too far. But he is caught up in the fantasy.

butts his hands when he pauses in the petting, hissing a bit. 'It's called England being an effing git, not remarkable.'

smiles, returning his attention to him by giving him a head massage and giving him the odd tickle behind the ears. 'Oh, I don't know. I can think of worse scenarios.' Actually, he is a tad jealous.

purrs, relaxing in Francis' hold with the attention. 'I can't,' he growls, tilting his head to let Greece know just where to scratch.

giggles gently, fingers petting his belly just a little. "You could always ask Athur if he'd put the same spell on you," she grins, kissing Gregory's neck.

frowns, having considered the thought after first setting eyes on kitty Scotland. 'I doubt he would...he's not fond of me, I think. And from what I've heard he's currently suffering from a backfired spell_

himself.' He wonders how his own cats would react to Scotland. Perhaps he speaks cat?

's kitten had taken to following him around the house more, and playing with his tail. He didn't understand her though. Scotland glances over his shoulder at Francis, 'Don't think you aren't getting punished.'

grins and shrugs at that. "He's not fond of a lot of people," she laughs, wiggling a little against Gregory's back at that. "Mm do you promise~" she grins, kissing his neck again.