(f/n) - first name
(c/c) - country crush
It was yet another world meeting. Just like always, France and England were trying to strangle each other, Switzerland was menacing people with his peace prize, Russia was scaring the Baltics, America was shouting for the whole world to hear, Prussia was hiding, Italy was blabbering about pasta while mass producing white flags, Romano was insulting whoever crossed his sight, Norway was arguing with Denmark, Romania was denying being a vampire, Spain was annoying Romano, Poland was protecting lithuania from Russia, and so on...
"Enough!" Germany exploded." I have somezhing to announce!" he stated, of course most countries kept ignoring his words.
"What is it, aru?" China wondered.
"I talked to Portugal!" the blond man announced, this surely caught everyone's attention. What matters could he possibly have to discuss with the one european country that refused to attend the world meetings? That was the question currently lingering on the air.
"Ve decided zhat everyone here needs to learn how to cooperate..." Germany started.
"What do you have in mind?" England asked, clearly curious on what this plan was.
"Ve vill spend a veek on a traditional portuguese caravel!" the german man finished.
"Ah, a week with my family and friends on the sea!" spain cheered; unlike France, one of his best friends, who was scowling.
"Portugal!? Do we really need to do zhis?" whined the french. "Please, tell me Lisbon is not going..."
"Zhat does not matter! Jou vill all attend, understood?" Germany demanded, obtaining several nods in response.
- Meanwhile - Portugal's house -
Portugal, aka Henrique, entered in the room to see 2 of his younger brother wrestling for the TV's remote.
"What are you doing?" he asked once he saw them.
"He doesn't let me see the movie!" complained André, the personification of the Azores.
"That thing is for babies!" shot the personification of Faro, Fernando.
"Sort that out yourselves." sighed the older brother, leaving the other two with their fight.
'I wonder where she went to...' Henrique thought, going back to look for his sister, the personification of Lisbon. Laughs from the backyard announced that madeira, the youngest in the house, was playing with the dogs.
"ALMOÇO!" a voice called from the kitchen, this voice belonged to (f/n), the person Portugal had been looking for.
Henrique calmly walked into the room, as did Madeira, to see Porto already sitting and Lisbon placing the food on the table. Not a second later, André and Fernando bursted through the door, rushing to their seats while demanding to know what the food was.
"Bacalhau à Gomes de Sá!" (f/n) answered, chuckling at her younger brothers' behaviour.
"Awesome! I love it!" Faro cheered.
"SIM!" giggled Madalena, the personification of Madeira.
After eating, Portugal coughed lightly, gaining the attention of his 5 younger siblings.
"I've made plans with Germany. Those plans include the other countries AND the 5 of you!" he confessed. "And I'll need your help to get everything ready on time."
"What kind of problem did you put us into, this time?" mocked Afonso, Porto's personification.
"I was wondering the same thing..." (f/n) mused, while slipping on her drink.
After a long explanation, Henrique got them all to agree with the idea.
"Mano~, is (c/c) going?" Lisbon asked in a sing song voice.. Portugal just nodded in response to his little sister's question, causing her to give silent cheers.
- Timeskip - 2 weeks later - Lisbon's port -
Several countries arrived in small groups to the port, only to be greeted with the view of a waiting Germany and a huge caravel (see pic).
Portugal and his siblings happily welcomed everyone on board of the large boat. But there was something missing, or rather someone...
Who was it?
Ah, I know...
"Where's Lisbon?"
Translations:
- Almoço - Lunch
- Bacalhau à Gomes de Sá - portuguese typical dish ( .pt/ResourcesUser/ICM_IFETELECULINARIA_PRD/TELECULINARIA/Imagens_Receitas/ROBOT/Imagens_Detalhe/Bacalhau_a_Gomes_de_Sa_4_ )
- Sim - Yes
- Mano - Bro