Berlin; Germany. July 2018.

Meeting of the Nations.

The last meeting had just finished minutes ago, most of the countries were sitting chatting with the nations of their own language, and others had already left the stable to concentrate on signing pacts, alliances and that kind of thing.

Then there were those who did the same as Luciano: sitting next to his brothers and sisters, together with his father, writing down everything that seemed relevant, waiting for the meeting to end and waiting for Joao to say what they would do next. The good thing about sitting in a family is that they could speak in Portuguese instead of English, the bad thing was to listen to the cantankerous sweet for at least 30 minutes until he said they were going to be next, this time he already had plans, but he had to leave his sisters and brother with his father's psychopath.

- Are you okay Luciano? - I wonder Feng, also known as Macau.

- what? yes yes obvious, do not worry sister - I said, not knowing what he was referring to.

- then... do not you have a problem with going to Addana's house? - my brother Vicente or Principe as he is known, he questioned me.

- If Lucho are you going to come to the meeting? - Joao jr told me, which is known as Sao Tome.

Poor thing, you can tell he's the least loved of all.

- No, I have other things to do - I replied, wishing the conversation would end, but this is the Portuguese Family, nothing ever ends.

- WHAT? Are you going to abandon us with the codfish addict? Do you hate us? - Tania is angry, the oldest of my sisters, if she is Guinea Bissau.

- IF THAT WOULD HAVE TANIA, HIT HER HIT IT - Shouted our younger sister Celeste, now all the countries that were left were watching us, well done East Timor.

- ADDANA CALLS PAPA, IT IS A MEETING OF EMERGENCY - Anisia spoke a little louder, I never hated Mozambique as much as now.

I saw that our father was a little further away from us, talking with Spain and Andorra, while the last two looked at us with a face trying not to laugh, Papa did not even look at us, he was already used to our absurd fights, for more of 300 years we live together under the same roof.

Angola went to Joao, this wine without much hurry, I would be surprised if it were not that I know it almost 500 years ago.

Also my "new" friends were approaching, even if we knew each other since 2005.

- What's happening here? - asked our father, he was always calmer than us, that does not mean he is unfortunate.

- I have other things to do, and I can not go to Angola - I replied, looking fixed, I was the only one who was not afraid.

- Okay, but can you know why? - Joao knew that whatever he said to me, he would not change my opinion, but he was Portuguese, yet, he was the patriarch of this family, he wanted to know everything.

- I'm going to South Africa, with Russia - i replied, his eyes widened.

- WITH RUSSIA? - the six asked at the same time.

- Yes with Ivan, now I have to go - I said trying to leave, my father grabbed my arm.

- Why do you prefer to go with that villain before being with us Luciano? - I ask myself seriously, it's been a long time since something like this happened, I had almost forgotten it.

- is my friend, father - I said and I went to Ivan, luckily he does not understand much of the Portuguese.

- Shall we go sunflower? - He told me and we left, do not even look back, or when Feng shouted my name to come back.