Declawed

Italy x Kitten!Reader x Romano

Romano sighed as he went to pick up his and his brother's precious [name]. They'd left [name] with Alfred while the two of them caught up with their paperwork. They couldn't have the playful little kitty they adored so much around when they did paperwork. They'd be to tempted to pet, cuddle, and play with her instead of doing their work. [Name] had a cold so they'd asked Alfred to take her to the vet. Only, the brothers didn't know what Alfred had done to their little kitty.

Alfred opened the door to his house as Romano knocked. He was holding [name], only there was something off about her. Romano payed Alfred for looking after [name], taking notice to the bandages on all four of her paws, all of them red with her blood. "Alfred?" He growled, narrowing his eyes. "Why are [name]'s paws wrapped in bloody bandages?" He growled.

"Oh, that! The vet asked if I wanted her declawed and I thought I'd help you save your expensive Italian furniture, so I said yes!" He beamed cheerfully. [Name] meowed in pain! shaking her paws as she cuddled into Romano's embrace. Romano punched Alfred in the face. "Idiota! Come osi fare questo a mio gattino! [Idiot! How dare you do that to my kitten!]" He screamed at him and stormed away.

{your POV}

You whimpered as you rubbed yourself against Romano, begging him to take the pain away. He looked down at you, eyes softening. "Mi dispiace che bastardo farti del male, [name]. [I'm so sorry that bastard hurt you, [name].]" He said, kissing the top of your head. "Fratello e lo farò fino a voi. Non dovrete più camminare ovunque. [Brother and I will make it up to you. You won't have to walk anywhere anymore.]" He promised, slipping into his car where Veneziano was waiting.

Lovino told Feliciano what Alfred did, setting you in Feliciano's lap. He told his brother what they were going to do to make it up to you as Feliciano started petting your soft [colour] fur. You stared up at them with pleading [colour] eyes, asking them to make the pain you felt go away. Feliciano began singing to you in Italian, petting you gently. You allowed yourself to fall asleep in his arms, the pain melting away as you slipped into the sweet, black bliss that was sleep.

.....

When you awoke, you were being cradled by a familiar Spaniard as he spoke with Lovino and Feliciano about what Alfred did to you. Gilbert and Francis were there too. Gilbert was mad, exclaiming how glad he was that his little brother banned declawing in his country and that the brothers should have left you with him and "west". To four of them surprise, Lovino agreed along with Feliciano.

You meowed, letting them know you were awake. Antonio handed you to Francis, who rocked you back and forth, stroking your fur. You let out a soft purr, not feeling pain because you were not on your feet and you were getting attention. Soon enough, you were passed to Gilbert, who was a bit emotional from the news of your amputation, and yes that's what it was, and handed you to Romano.

Lovino walked around the room with you in his arms, petting you. The conversation continued, Lovino only listening in now, commenting every once in a while. It was time for the BTT to leave soon enough. Lovino fed you warm milk from a baby bottle (the only way you ate at all), sitting down at the table as Feliciano cooked.

The brothers were silent, both cursing Alfred for doing such a thing to such a sweet little kitten as yourself. You never scratched furniture or the brothers. Feliciano took your litter box and emptied it, putting it away in the closet. He set down old news papers for you to do your business on as it was painful for declawed cats to dig in the litter.

After finishing the milk, Lovino set you down in his lap, petting you gently. You let out a purr, nuzzling his hand. Lovino and Feliciano shared a look. They would never let you out of their sight ever again.

.....

It was the first world meeting you were ever going to go to. The brothers vowed never to leave you alone again. It'd been a week since you were declawed. The brothers changed your bandages, not letting you walk on your own or letting your paws go uncovered for as long as it took to change the bandages.

Feliciano was in between Lovino and Antonio. Ludwig was on the other side of Antonio, holding you. Gilbert had told the German about what Alfred did to you and with you there, it wasn't long until every nation knew of what Alfred had done.

Speaking of Alfred, he was the one the meeting was waiting for. He was running late.

Ludwig handed you to Elizabeta who had asked the brothers to hold onto you for the meeting. The brothers agreed and just as the Hungarian's hands touched your fur, the doors burst open. "Sorry I'm late dudes!" He said, loud as ever, "I was getting Starbucks and lot track of the time!" He laughed nervously, scratching the back of his head.

Every nation was glaring at him. He blinked. "Uh.. Dudes? Is something wrong?" He asked. "Like hell something's wrong!" Arthur snapped. "You had [name] declawed without asking the Italy brothers if they wanted that for their kitten first!"

"Of course they wanted it done!" The American laughed. "It's the perfect way to protect their home from little kitty claws!"

Elizabeta threw her frying pan at the American, hitting him in the face. "Idiota! Do you know how much pain our little [name] is in!?" Feliciano screamed at Alfred, surprising everyone. "We keep her off her feet as much as possible and keep the bandages on her! She's only a bambina and she has to live the rest of her life crippled thanks to you!" And with that, he took you from Elizabeta and stormed out of the room, tears flowing down his rosy cheeks.

You licked his tears away, your rough tongue not feeling so rough at that moment as you comforted one of your two owners. He smiled sadly at you, sitting on the steps of the Canadian UN building, stroking your fur. "Oh, [name]..." He murmured softly. "How could anyone ever hurt such a sweet little kitten like you?" He asked, kissing the top of your head.