More than a Pet (RussiaxNeko!Reader) Chp 7

The plan was a simple one. Not only was it easy to accomplish, but it would also be easy to get away with. Even though those facts were apparent, Estonia was still trembling with nervousness as he arrived back at Russia’s home, arms struggling to hold the bags stuffed with purchased goods. The front door was closed by a gentle bump of his hips which caused the door to shut with a soft sound. The sound of a grandfather clock softly ticking away played throughout the home with its constant melody as he strolled over to the kitchen with a slight wobble to his steps. The large home seemed a bit too quiet for his liking; there had to be more noise than there currently was. Latvia and Lithuania were still here, or so he believed.

The young man set the bag of groceries down and scratched the back of his head slightly, looking about the empty kitchen.

“Tere?” He called out to see if anyone would respond to his greeting. After waiting a few moments, only the grandfather clock had responded with its ticking sounds. Estonia sighed at the lack of a response and began to remove the purchased goods and moved them to their appropriate location. He hummed to himself in order to keep the silence filled as he continued with his job. He made sure to set the bottles of vodka aside so they could be put in the places Mr. Russia preferred to keep them.

The task didn’t keep him that busy for long. In fact, it only took a few minutes. But without the simple task behind him, Estonia just simply did not know what to do with himself. The brown paper bags were taken into his arms and promptly folded so they could be stored just in case they would be needed for odd jobs such as carrying empty cans or something. After all the bags were folded and stacked, he tucked them into a drawer that could hold them until they were needed.

“There...” he spoke merely to fill the silence with the sound of his own voice. Lightly, he dusted off his hands which were nearly spotless and strolled out of the kitchen towards the room that held the old grandfather clock. The clock was old and tall, nearly as tall as Mr. Russia, and the young man wasn’t sure exactly how long Mr. Russia had kept the  old thing nor whom he had received it from. When questioned, Russia would usually respond in his cheerful manner, claiming that the clock was “handcrafted with love” by someone he cared greatly for. Estonia wasn’t sure who the person happened to be, but he almost made sure to keep mind of the precious, boisterous clock.

It was an interesting clock though. The hands were black and polished even though Estonia had never been ordered to clean it. Perhaps Russia preferred to clean it himself though Estonia never recalled seeing him clean the old thing. Suddenly, a deep bong filled the house as the clock struck seven o’clock PM. For some reason, goosebumps arose on the man’s arms as each chime tolled like death bells. Nonetheless, he had no intentions to hang around and listen to all seven chimes no matter how mysterious they sounded.
Quickly turning on his heels, he was ready to make his way down the hall to his room so he could relax and leaf through a book in relish. That was until he heard a loud mew.
Yelling in surprise, he jumped back, realizing that he had stepping on a fluffy (h/c) tail that was now flicking side to side in agitation.

“Stupid cat,” Estonia mumbled grumpily, his heart still thumping from the sudden adrenaline rush. But as the words left his mouth, he realized that he needed to put his little plan into action. Slowly, Estonia leaned down towards the cat who was now flattening her fur. Her whiskers twitched once before she began to pad away. Softly, his tongue made a small clicking sound, trying to get the cat to come closer. At the sound of the noise, one of her ears twitched and she turned around, facing him with those creepy (e/c) orbs that seemed to look right through him.

“Here, kitty, kitty,” he stuttered, continuing with the clicking sounds and extending one hand towards the creature. The feline responded with a mew before she began to pad towards him slowly, judging him with those eyes of hers. Estonia wasn’t quite sure why Mr. Russia had chose to bring a cat, of all animals, home. But then again, did anything Mr. Russia did make any sense?

Well... people say cats are demons... I would assume Mr. Russia would get along well with them then... The thought was a bit humorous but it held truth to it as well. Smiling a bit nervously, he allowed the small creature to sniff his hand. But instead of responding in a friendly manner, the cat did something that Estonia did not expect; she turned and ran. Estonia blinked once, his brain trying to register what had just happened.  

Then a shriek filled the house and Estonia darted towards the source.

“Latvia!” He cried.

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The screaming Latvian wasn’t exactly sure why the cat using him as a boost in her jump had scared him so much. Oh yeah, it was exactly that reason. She used him as a boost . The boy was simply occupying himself with a book by the fireplace while Mr. Russia was away. The book was a simply delightful tale of a magical garden. Childishly, he had wondered what would happen if he had a magic garden. Perhaps it would hide me from Mr. Russia when he gets angry with me... he had thought.  

Since he was so lost in his daydreams, he didn’t notice the sound of the pitter-patter of cat feet as the scurried across the floor towards the room he was in. But he had felt the painful sensation of needle-sharp claws digging into his back, which was why he had screamed. Then suddenly, there was more pressure put on the young Latvian’s back which soon vanished, leaving nothing but a stinging sensation in his back. With tears in his soft violet eyes, Latvia had looked only to the see Mr. Russia’s cat on top of the bookcase.

“Latvia, are you okay?” he heard the voice of Estonia ask him in concern, entering the room in a hurry. He probably heard me scream...

“Y-yes... oh course... I...” he stuttered out, pointing up at the inflated ball of fluff that was cowering on the bookshelf. “She... I hurt...” his voice took on the whining tone of a young child. “She used me as a trampoline or something...” Estonia exhaled in relief and chuckled a bit.

“Ah...” Lightly, he pressed the glasses back. “I can see, are you bleeding?” That tone of professionalism was beginning to come back again. Latvia nodded frantically, his sniffles subsiding and growing quieter.

A small mew sounded through the room and the Estonian was once again reminded of the task he had to accomplish.

“Hey, Latvia?” he asked softly, looking at the quivering blond boy.

“Yes?” he replied.

“I think Mr. Russia’s cat is hungry,” he stated. “Perhaps you could fix her dinner?” Latvia smiled a bit.

“Yeah, sure. I can do that,” he declared happily. I won’t screw this one up... he thought hopefully while getting steady on his feet. “I’ll be right back.” And with that, Latvia scurried out of the room like a small rodent, hoping that he would be capable of pleasing. Estonia watched him leave for a moment before turning his attention back to the cat on top of the bookcase.

The small feline looked down at him as her fur slowly began to settle. However, there was something distrusting in her eyes, if that was possible for a cat to look. It was blatantly clear that this creature did not trust the Estonian male. Though this was putting a damper on his plans, he knew that he would be able to work with the current situation with a bit of effort.

That was why he sent Latvia to get the food.

“Hey, what should I do with it?” he heard the boy in question ask from the kitchen which was now stocked with both hard and soft food for the small creature.

“Just bring it in here,” Estonia replied in a casual tone.

“Okay...” was the response given. Estonia listened carefully to each step as Latvia slowly made his way back into the room. It was quite plausible that he was trying to keep things in balance so he wouldn’t spill the bowl he was carrying. Blue orbs rolled back over to the cat before Estonia spoke softly once again.

“Hey, kitty,” he said in the way an adult would talk to a baby. “We got you some food, yes? I bet you are hungry.” The cat cocked her head to the side. Estonia hoped he was getting somewhere. So, he tapped the ground lightly with his foot while making a clicking sounds with his tongue. The cat swished her tail to the side.

“I have the food,” Latvia said a bit cheerfully, leaning over to set the bowl on the floor. “And I managed not to spill a single drop of the water or the food,” he added proudly. Estonia was more or less just relieved there wasn’t another mess that had to be cleaned up.

“Good,” he regarded a bit warmly. The bowl made contact with the floor with a soft clink to it. For a moment, Estonia was worried that the water in the water dish would slosh over and spill onto the polished floor. But, the water stayed in the container and Estonia exhaled in relief. Latvia laughed a bit.

“That was a bit close... yah?”

Estonia only nodded in response, eyes locked onto the cat. The small mammal sniffed the air lightly and seemed to be pondering whether or not she should jump down or not. For a moment, she hesitated before the tension in her back legs built up. Then she sprang down quickly, absorbing the shocks in the pads on her feet. With a wierd churr sound, she shook out her (h/c) fur and padded over to the steel bowl that held her food. The feline sniffed at it questionly before decided that it was safe.

Once she was eating happily, Estonia decided to continue with his plan.

It’s for science... he thought. Science and a favor...

His heart screamed otherwise.