For Leo
Bc that Guy srsly likes Iberiancest and despite the general weirdness, he's pretty cool so meh.
"Hermano~! I have tomatoes~!" Antonio called, a wide grin on his face as he head butted the door to his brother's house down and entered. "Come on, I picked these with my special friend Romano.Jealous~?"The Spaniard asked, looking around for his older brother. "Portugal...? Are you home?" Well of course he's home. Where else would he be? He doesn't have friends.
Antonio searched the entire house, soon finding his older brother in his bedroom, reading. The younger brunet looked disappointed. He should have been easily heard from the front door, how come his brother hadn't answered? "Porty...?" Antonio asked, sitting on the bed with a wide smile, poking his brother's shoulder. When it became more and more apparent that the older was ignoring him on purpose, Spain's poking turned to rough prodding and eventually, a strong yank on his brother's pony tail.
"Porty~!" Antonio sang, a wide smile still on his face.
The Portuguese man glared at his younger brother, narrowing his eyes at him and pulling his head away to avoid another pull on his pony tail. What the hell was wrong with his brother, anyway?! You'd think that with all the time he spent around fruit that he wouldn't be a total brain dead vegetable. It was surprising that the tomatoes hadn't shunned him already. Groaning, he narrowed his eyes at Spain, Still fairly pissed. They went through this same routine every day. Every damn day! Antonio would come in the morning announcing that he'd brought a gift of tomatoes (Or if the older man was lucky, A bottle of Port) and after trying to make his brother envious by mentioning Romano, would then proceed to knock the door down and then the harassment would begin. He'd look around for a while before finally finding the older Iberian and then would annoy him until Portugal was forced to answer him just to get it over and done with. Portugal sighed. If they'd gone through that part of their daily routine already then that meant that only one thing could me next. A proposal which would usually be followed by an attempt at seduction. However, Instead of a ring, Antonio pushed the basket of tomatoes towards his older brother. Portugal raised an eyebrow. This was a strange change of their daily schedule, but mixing things up was always a nice thing to try. The older brother took the basket unsurely, putting his book on the bedside table and taking a tomato out of the basket with an annoyed scowl. He could have sworn that he'd seen something at the bottom of the basket, and Portugal began to dig around until he found a ring concealed at the bottom. "...You can't be serious." The older brunet grunted, picking the ring up between his index finger and thumb and examining it with a frown before looking up at his younger brother. There was a hopeful smile plastered all over that idiot's face. So he was serious. Of course he was.
"Look, Antonio, As much as I appreciate y-your..." He bit the inside of his cheek in thought. "...'feelings' towards me, I don't think that we should get married. We've been unified before and look how that worked out. So I'm sorry b-but-" he was cut off by his brother's lips against his own, And Portugal could soon feel the younger's hand trailing up and down his stomach, slowly dropping towards 'the forbidden zone'
Ok. That was enough. Portugal pushed his brother away and stood up, getting off of the bed and looking down at Spain. "What the hell will it take to make you stop?!"
"Ma-" Spain began.
"I'M NOT GOING TO MARRY YOU!" Portugal insisted, not even giving his little brother a chance to finish his request. Yes, Antonio was attractive, Portugal had to admit that, but that didn't mean that he wanted to pursue a relationship with the Spaniard. The older male tugged at his hair while he paced around the room, finding some comfort in his own brown locks. He knew that arguing was pointless, and as he wiped his lips on his sleeve grumpily to rid himself of the last of his brother's saliva, the basket of tomatoes caught his eye. Picking one up, he tossed one out of the window, watching with relief as Antonio jumped out to follow it.
"Brothers." The Portuguese nation muttered, sitting on the bed and going back to his book.
