The half-asleep, pure white cat's eyes lit open as he heard the door squeak. Prussia's tail swished around as he watched his younger brother walk into the room. The dark grey cat crawled under his owner's bed, digging for something.
"Good morning, West~" Prussia mewed, standing up and walking over to him. Germany flinched, instantly darting out from under the bed. "Don't sneak up on me like that." he growled.
"Well aren't you jumpy today... What were you looking for?" Prussia asked.
"None of your business." Germany said calmly, crawling back under the bed to continue his search.
Prussia crawled under the bed, purring. "Come on, tell me, kesesesese~" he said.
Germany hissed at him, ready to claw the older cat's face. Prussia just laughed. "You're so easily angered." he said, turning around and walking away, tickling Germany's face with his tail before leaving.
He laid back down on his bed, and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. When Germany finally crawled out from under the bed, he opened one of his eyes, seeing that he was carrying a dead mouse.
"Why was he hiding a dead mouse under Germany's bed?" Prussia wondered.
Germany silently crawled out of the window, trying his hardest not to wake up his owner. He leaped into the wet grass, shivering at the cold weather. He ignored it, knowing that he could keep himself warm if he walked faster.
He set the mouse down in the grass, using his paws to adjust the collar around his neck. Germany picked the mouse up again, and began running to Italy's house, which wasn't very far.
When he finally arrived at the house, he hesitated in front of the steps. "I'm going to regret this, I know I will..." he thought as he slowly padded up the stairs.
He stopped in front of the door, realizing that he wasn't prepared for this. "My fur is a mess, and I smell weird. I should fix this immediately..."
He ran to the backyard, knowing that they had a garden, and that there was catnip in it. Germany set the mouse down in the grass, and began grooming his fur until it was smooth. He stepped in the patch of catnip and rolled around in it, a purr rumbling in his chest as if he was still a kitten.
He almost seemed to forget that he came here for a reason. Germany forced himself to sit up, and he picked up the mouse, running back to the front steps.
He crawled up onto the railing, and leaped up to the windowsill. He carefully opened it, slipping into the house.
Italy rolled around on the floor, clawing at a toy mouse. The beads inside it made rattling noises, reminding him of a rattlesnake. Italy loved this because it made him feel like he was actually fighting a rattlesnake (which he would be too scared to actually do. )
He heard the door to the room open, and smelled the fresh scent of catnip mixed with the scent of Germany. He rolled onto his stomach, mewing, "Ve, hi Germany!" He noticed that Germany was carrying a dead mouse in his teeth. He set it on the ground in front of him, blushing awkwardly.
Italy sniffed the mouse. "Mm, it smells good! So, why are you here so early in the morning? Would you like some breakfast?" he mewed happily.
Germany shook his head. "N-nein..." he said nervously. He licked his paw, using it to smooth out the hair on top of his head. He cleared his throat, pushing the mouse over to Italy, and calmly said, "Italy, w-will you be my mate?"
The light brown tabby put his paw on top of the mouse, and looked back up at Germany. "Si." he whispered, touching their noses together.