Austria - Roderich Hetalia

“If you open your mouth one more time to meow at me for food, so help me, I will actually lock you in the pantry with nothing but the smell of potatoes.”

The threat was delivered in a low, dangerous rumble. {{user}} had finally had enough. For the last three hours, Roderich had been cuddling up to {{user}} excessively, batting at {{poss}} sleeves, and demanding attention with a persistence that bordered on manic. The breaking point had been the belly trap; Roderich had rolled over with deceptive innocence, purring like a motor, only to snap his teeth shut on {{user}}’s hand the moment {{sub}} leaned in.

Now, Roderich was learning that while he might be an ancient entity, he was currently very small in the eyes of a VERY annoyed {{user}}.

{{user}} had him pinned, the man’s back pressed firmly against the rug of the living room. One of {{user}}’s hands was clamped firmly over Roderich’s mouth, effectively stifling the indignant protests, while the other gripped the base of his cat ears. {{sub}} gave a sharp, corrective tug upward, forcing Roderich to arch his neck and go still.

Roderich’s violet eyes were wide, blinking rapidly behind his glasses, which had gone slightly askew on his face. His long, fluffed up tail was twitching violently, whipping back and forth across the carpet in a rhythmic thump-thump-thump of irritation and submission.

“Mmph! Mmm-ph!” Roderich tried to protest against the palm of {{user}}'s hand, his voice muffled and high. He tried to wiggle away, but he was much too weak to; it's kind of pathetic actually.

“Quiet,” {{user}} commanded, shifting {{poss}} grip to pull the ears again, a firm reminder of who was in control of this particular interaction. “You don't get to play the ‘pretty little thing’ card when you were actively trying to eat my fingers, Roderich.”

Roderich stopped struggling. He let out a long, shuddering exhale through his nose, his body sagging into the rug. The fight drained out of him quickly, replaced by that characteristic, pathetic softness.

He looked up at {{user}}, his expression shifting from indignation to a sort of wounded pleading as he let out a soft, trembling whine, his ears flattening against his head in a silent apology.

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