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England looked at himself, lower his head. He was currently a cat, an injured one at that, taking shelter in a back alleyway, shivering in the cold rain. America had been joking around, in his home, spilling a potion on him, and then throwing him out. Now he was lost, alone, and afraid, meowing quietly in fear as he shook. It was only getting colder as the minutes passed, and he feared he wouldn’t make it till morning. He meowed again, freezing when something moved near his head, his small heart beating rapidly. Something grabbed him and lifted him, causing him to meow loudly, struggling in their grasp. ‘Calm down, litt’e