I know I haven't been updating on a pattern of some sort, but I'm really sorry. I haven't been finding the time to type and update the stories and I'm very sorry for that. So for now I will give you guys this chapter. The grammar is a bit off in this one and I'm very for that.
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Prussia rushed through England's house. The moment he heard of Spain's return was the moment he visited him. And the Spaniard did not look too happy. Gilbert then rushed off to England, trying to see how she was doing.
"Gilbert maybe we shouldn't-"
"SHUT UP FRANCIS" Gilbert said. "I know what Scotland told you!" he said as he made a sharp left and opened a set of double doors. There Alice laid down, sweating, she was panting for breath. Right next to her was a stressed out Ireland holding her hand. She sounded like she was praying. She then turned around and saw Prussia. She then looked at the far corner where Scotland was standing, she then glared at Francis. Scotland sighed and scratched the back of his head and walked towards Francis. "Let's talk okay?" he said as he lead the man out of the room, Scotland quietly closed the door as he and France exited. Prussia walked towards Alice. Ireland fell silent. He sat on the edge of the bed, and suddenly Alice made an instinctive move as she tried to moved towards him. Ireland sighed.
"You have a connection with her…"
"That's because she's a bit Germanic" Prussia said. He then brushed the hair off of Alice forehead. "She's burning"
"We're trying to keep her in good health"
"Let her recover on her own" Prussia said. "This is not because of economy or what nots, this is an outcome because of our own human actions and desires." he said. "We can't help her but only watch and pray" he said. "What happened with her and Spain?" he asked.
"I'm not quite clear on what happened, Alice has not talked about events preceding to their divorce" Ireland said. "I've never seen her like this, this is worse than her heart break after Francis" she said. Prussia sighed. He then stood up.
"Where are you going?" Ireland asked as she tried to keep her voice down.
"I'm going to see Spain" he said.
Belgium hummed softly as she prepared a snack for Romano. Netherlands was behind her, reading a book, while Romano sat on a high stool next to her. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Romano sighed and jumped down from the stool and made his way to the front door. Spain beat him to it. Spain smiled and picked the small child up and opened the door. There they saw Prussia and France. Romano shivered in fear as he saw Prussia's expression, he then looked at France, the Frenchman seemed to not have wanted to be dragged along. Spain smiled and let them in, he went into the kitchen and notified Belgium to make more snacks. Romano looked at Netherlands, and he caught a glimpse of worry. Netherlands sighed and put his book down. Spain then lead Prussia and France to his office. He sat down with Romano on his lap.
"So I'm guessing you're here to rub the fact that I lost to the weakest navy in the world" he said. France began to laugh.
"I honestly was surprise by the tactic Alice used, she is bright non?"
"I'll credit her that" Spain said. He then looked at Prussia. "Though you seem to be angry by it" he said. Prussia scoffed.
"Angry can barely sum up what I feel" he said with a smirk. The doors to the office opened as Belgium and Netherlands entered to bring the snacks.
"We only had tea…" Belgium said with worry, "so sorry about that" she said. She gave a cup to each nation while Netherlands gave a plate to each. The three discussing nations were silent, until Prussia said something.
"Have you even thought about her?" Prussia asked. "She's gone crazy" he said. He saw Spain smile.
"So the witch went crazy, fitting punishment for a heretic-" Before Spain could finish the sentence he felt hot liquid burning his skin.
"Imagine that" Prussia said. "Surely you remember the times when we used hot oil on each other" he said. Spain smiled.
"I don't know why you choose to defend that heretic, she knows nothing but to be selfish and-" this time He was tackled to the floor. France stood up and got behind Prussia. He tried to pry the Prussian off of the Spaniard.
"GILBERT STOP THIS" he said. The Prussian pushed Francis away, making him slam against the wall. Romano held onto Belgium's dress, while Belgium hugged the small Italian nation. Romano's view of the fight got smaller as Netherland shielded Belgium from any harm. The four helpless nations could not do anything but listen to Gilbert yelling.
"HOW COULD YOU" he said. "SELFISH? SHE'S PROTECTING HERSELF AND YOU CALL HER SELFISH?" he asked. "THEN WOULDN'T YOUR MARRIAGE BETWEEN YOU AND HER BE FOR YOUR OWN SELFISH DESIRES AS WELL!" he yelled. Gilbert kept throwing punches at the Spaniard, Spain tried to get his friend off of him but it was futile. "IF I REMEMBER RIGHT YOU DID NOT EVEN LIKE HER IN THE BEGINNING!" Prussia said. "YOU ONLY MARRIED HER TO PROTECT BELGIUM AND NETHERLANDS FROM BEING TAKEN AWAY FROM YOU" he said. "The only reason why you suddenly grew interest in her is because of the absence you felt when she was kidnapped by your officials for her crime of heresy." he said. "You put her through so much pain just for you to understand how much she meant to you" Prussia said. "And now what? You let one small misunderstanding to ruin it all" he said. "What happened to 'you'll never let her go'?" Prussia asked. "WHAT HAPPENED TO THAT?" Prussia said. "YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WOULD BE CAREFUL WITH HER. THAT YOU WOULD TAKE CARE OF HER. WHY DO YOU DAMN ROMANTIC NATIONS ALWAYS END UP FUCKING HER UP?" Prussia said. "GOD DAMN IT ANTONIO" he said as he picked the Spaniard up and threw him at the wall. France rushed towards Prussia and held the man back.
"Please Gilbert, Alice would not be happy if she hears that Spain got beat up-"
"SHUT UP FRANCIS" Gilbert said. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR THAT KIND OF SHIT FROM YOU ASSHOLES" he said. "SHIT, ALL THAT PSYCHOLOGICAL TRAUMA, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN BETTER IF BRITANNIA TOOK ALICE WITH HER." Prussia said. Spain then got up and slapped Prussia.
"Us romantic nations?" he asked. "Have you forgotten about Denmark-"
"Yeah, I remember him and how he got her a while, but that didn't fuck her up like you, France and Rome" Prussia said. "If I were to hurt her or if my little brother is to hurt her, it would be with of some sort of regret" Prussia declared as he kicked Spain. Antonio just fell down and looked up at his friend.
"Shit, don't you know how much we killed that little girl already?" Prussia said as he stopped flailing to get out of France's grip. His angry spirit came back as he began to throw profanities at the Spaniard.
Portugal arrived at Spain's house just hours after the sun reached it's peak in the sky. Once he got off his horse he received a grim feeling. He looked forward and stared at the door of the house. He knocked and waited for someone to open the door. He knocked again but still, no one answered the door. Alfonso sighed and thought of his options, kick the door down or knock again? In the middle of thinking, Alfonso began to hear another horse. He looked back and heard more neighs from horses. He followed the sound and found a chestnut colored horse. There is no mistaking it, the mark on it's forehead, it's so distinct.
"Prussia" Portugal said. He then looked next to chestnut colored horse and saw a horse that had a darker brown fur. "France" He said. Portugal then rushed to the front of the house and kicked it open. He stepped inside only to find that things were in order. He looked around but only felt emptiness. He closed his eyes, trying to sharpen his hearing and heard a faint cry. Portugal quickly rushed to Antonio's study and opened the door. His ice blue eyes widened when he saw the sight before him. Belgium was holding Romano while she was being shielded by Netherlands. France was holding Prussia back, who was in fact, screaming numerous profanities. In the far corner of the office was Spain. He was breathing very hard and bleeding by the mouth, his arms looked bruised while a small faint light grey and purple line began to take it's place around his neck. Portugal looked at the scene. He then motioned to Netherlands, Belgium and France to leave. Romano, as soon as he got out of Belgium's protective arms rushed towards Prussia and hugged him. Prussia in return carried the Italian and stood up.
"I want to tell you something, but not in front of Spain" He whispered to Prussia's ear. He then got Prussia to put him back on the ground, and in return the small Italian dragged him away from the office place.
Romano dragged the Prussian to the garden. Prussia sat down on the bench and wiped his forehead. Romano then broke down crying. Prussia panicked for a bit, but he picked the boy up and began rocking the child the way he watched Alice would. He began to hum a song Alice would hum.
"She suffered a miscarriage" Romano interrupted. Prussia stopped as he nearly dropped the small Italian. He then began to rock back and forth. "That's what she suffered, the whole time she was in pain, Ireland told me that she would be fine…" He then looked up at Prussia for some sort of validation. "Is she okay?" Romano asked. Prussia could not lie to the small child.
"She has a fever" He said as he put the Italian down. "She's suffering from something on her abdomen" he said. Romano panicked.
"Take me to her now!" he said. Prussia shussed him.
"I can't, Spain will get mad" he said. He then looked at Romano. "Does he know about the miscarriage?" he asked. Romano shook his head. Prussia stood up, only to be stopped by Romano.
"PLEASE!" he exclaimed. "don't tell Antonio!"
"He has the right to know-"
"ALICE DOESN'T WANT HIM TO KNOW" Romano exclaimed in a whisper. Prussia eyed the child.
"Why not?"
"She's scared that Spain will look down on her more" he said. "throughout the whole process, throughout the five months she was pregnant, she had no clue" Romano said. "She did not get any of the symptoms, but the morning sickness, but she minded that off thinking that it was her economy" Romano said.
"But if Spain knows about this, then maybe he would go back to her"
"no!" Romano exclaimed. "no" he said. "Alice told me that a good way to tell if you have made friends with a bird is by freeing them, and if they come back to you then that means they feel the same about you" Romano said. "I'm hoping that overtime…Spain will go back to her" Romano said. Prussia smiled.
"You really did love her" he said as he messed with his hair. "thought you liked Bel more" he said. Romano huffed.
"It's different with her" Romano said. "She's not scared to discipline me" he said. "I mean it's fun to be able to do things on my own… and not be in trouble…but when she corrects me on manners and behaviors I feel like she's really paying attention to me" he said. "That kind of motherly love felt nice" Romano said. Prussia smiled and hugged the boy.
"I come here to visit you and here you are, a mess" Portugal said as he bandaged up his brother. "honestly, what is wrong with you?" he asked. Spain looked at him.
"I get it, you're on her side-"
"I'm not on anyone's side, I am though, upset that my brother has hurt my friend and that in return my brother and his friends are arguing" he said calmly. "Honestly Antonio, did you even considered to have stayed and try to understand Alice?" he asked. Spain lifted a brow.
"What you think I ignored her now?" he asked. Portugal shrugged.
"I don't know, the marriage between you two benefited you the most" he said. "I mean you know, we were able to keep your Low countries, the paper works and documents were in Latin and spanish, the vows you made were Catholic, the only thing missing here would be Alice's gain" He said. Spain glared at his brother.
"So you think that I only went into the marriage knowing that I would be the only one benefiting, don't you see that I've made her land to a holy-"
"Religion causes you two to argue, her people suffered due to that marriage" Portugal said. "Brother, I'm asking you to please reflect on your actions"
"Not unless she reflected on hers"
"how will you know if she had when you don't even bother to keep in touch with her?" Portugal asked. He then sighed. "Brother, you and I have seen each other and the other nations grow" he said. "You'd think by now we would have them figured out, but we haven't" he said. "You can't go on with the image of Alice being a monster without even knowing her side of the story" Portugal said. "though knowing Alice you may never know her story" he said as he scratched the back of his head. Spain looked up at him.
"What are you implying?" Spain asked.
"Alice is dying" Portugal said. He saw the way his brother's eyes widened in fear. Spain may not have noticed, but he gripped Portugal's arms tighter.
"Is that really the news?" he whispered. Portugal sighed.
"It might as well be" he said. "She's been laying on her sick bed for five weeks now" Portugal said. "Elizabeth has had no contact with her, neither did anyone of us in mainland. The only ones who know her truest health conditions are her siblings, and they are not willing to tell us information" Portugal said.
"Have you talked with France, he often talks to Scotland-"
"Even Scotland had been vague about it, When I asked he looked irritated and he was very reluctant to tell me"
"What did he tell you?"
"That Alice might as well be good as dead to us mainland nations" Portugal said. "Though he made an exception for me because of my ties with her" Portugal said as he stood up. He smiled when he saw the flash of jealousy that played over his brother's face.
"Never mind about her, how are you?"
"exploring, trying to get out of here" Spain said. "Romano's been quietly lately." he said. "He would have nightmares, Belgium and I would run to his room, Bel would carry him and rock him to sleep, while I would sing a Spanish Lullaby…" Spain said.
"My, my, what a couple" Portugal said as he began to fix the furniture.
"Things are back to the way they should be" Spain said silently, thought he sounded melancholic. "though Romano would always wake up after looking for Alice" he said. "He would yell out her name and demand fairytales, that heretic has ruined him" Spain said. Portugal kept himself from throwing the chair that he setting up right to Spain. He looked back and smiled.
"Really" he said. "my, my" he said.
"And he has the sudden craving for carrots and bread" Spain said. "He would always ask for carrots and ingredients for bread" Spain said. "He even refused paella" Spain frowned. Portugal started to laugh.
"Kids and their hunger" he said.
"Alfonso" Spain said in a serious tone. "How is she really?" he asked. Portugal looked away.
"It would be better if you saw her yourself, I feel that my words would be biased and loaded against you" he said. The room was silent from then on.
Portugal opened his door when he heard a knock.
"Alice-"
"Alice is going here?" A familiar voice asked. Portugal took another look and saw Spain. He bit down his jaw and gave his brother a cold look. Spain sensed the hostility and sighed. "I'm sorry, I should've notified you in advance…but you see Lovino-"
"Send him to Belgium"
"She's with Netherlands right now-"
"Send him to Netherlands-"
"I really don't want to do that" Spain said.
"Then leave him home, I do not want to take care of the brat that you wanted so bad" Portugal said as he turned around.
"Alfonso! Wait!" Spain said as he stuck his foot between the door and the door frame. Alfonso sighed and looked at his brother.
"I really don't feel that it is safe for Romano to be home…news of England changing after the whole divorce has been circulating…and France and Prussia are still mad according to Hungary…, and I'm worried-"
"They're you're friends, they wouldn't want to hurt Romano-"
"Just in case" Spain urged. "Listen, France said he'd beat me up if I ever made Alicia cry, and Prussia backed him up too, I'm pretty sure that they're not done" Spain said. Portugal sighed and tapped his foot against the wooden floor. How irritating, take care of Romano and Alice? It's like being a wet mother…but Alice could take care of herself unless the issue is cooking. Portugal then thought of an idea, what if Romano can help him 'cure' Alice? Portugal knew that Alice has a weak point for little kids…but then…she just suffered a miscarriage…but the offer was too good to pass up.
"Fine, I'll take care of Romano" he said though his teeth. Spain beamed him a smile and hugged him.
"Gracias!" Spain yelled as he ran to his horse. Portugal watched as Spain disappeared in the horizon.
"Alice.." he said as he turned around.
Alfonso opened the door pretty early in the morning. He scratched his eyes and saw a sight. There was Alice, standing in front of his doorway. He looked at her, she was facing down. For a nation who just recently owned the Spanish Armada, Alice looked down.
"You shouldn't look that down"
"I'm sorry" Alice uttered as she looked back. Portugal let out a scowl. Her eyes. They were dull, they were not sparkling like the emerald ores they should be.
"Nevermind, I was wrong, please make yourself comfortable-" as Alfonso turned around he felt Alice wrap her hands around his waist.
"how could you tolerate me?" she asked. "How can you tolerate me, a woman who killed so many-"
"enough" Portugal hissed as he turned around to hug Alice. "I don't care who you killed and why, all I want is the Alice I know" he said. "Now I have some freshly brewed tea for you, unpack in your room upstairs" he said as he pushed her up the stairs. Alice smiled and nodded.
"You can see that she is still a mess" Someone said. Portugal looked back to see that Scotland was on the doorway.
"We'll be checking on her in five weeks" he said. "thank you so much for taking up the offer to take care of her-"
"Not to be rude but what could you have done to make her feel better anyway?" Portugal asked. Scotland smiled melancholically.
"I ask myself sometimes that too" he said. "nonetheless, it baffles me on how much she is able to tolerate me" he said.
"Because you are her brother and she has no choice but to tolerate you"
"a worthless brother I am" Scotland said. "I must be going, I'm meeting up with France, I only came with Alice to make sure that girl does not go off on her own" he said. Portugal nodded and closed the door.
Romano arrived on the afternoon. Portugal unpacked his things in a small room and told Romano the rules of the house.
"You are never to venture beyond the stairs" Portugal said. The rooms to the right of the stairs are accessible, but, the room on the other end of the hall are restricted, you must not and will no go there, understand?" Portugal asked. Romano nodded.
"May I ask what's on that side of the hall?" Romano asked. Portugal sighed.
"Something" he said. "Anyway if you want any snacks just tell me, I'll make it for you" he said.
"Do you know how to make Carrot cake?" Romano asked. Portugal looked back.
"Yeah…but it's Alice's recipe-"
"TEACH IT TO ME" Romano said as he hugged Portugal's leg. "Please I want to learn her recipes-"
"She cooked for you?" Portugal asked. Romano shook his head.
"Michael did! But he told me that the recipes he uses were given to him by her! Please let me learn how to cook her cuisine-"
"Even if it's based on French food?"
"Nevermind that!" Romano insisted. "Let me learn how to cook her food!" He insisted. Portugal sighed.
"We'll see okay Romano, we'll see I do not have the ingredient for the cake, I'll have to go to the market one of these days" he said.
"Take me with you" Romano said. "I want to see the ingredients and how you pick them out" he said. Portugal nodded.
The week went by and Portugal managed to keep Alice and Romano separated. He was cooking one day when suddenly he heard someone crying. He walked up the stairs, finding Romano slowly opening his door, trembling at the sounds he was hearing. Portugal sighed and sent the little kid back to his room.
"what's going on, it sounds like you have someone here with you…"
"Everything will be okay Romano, just stay in your room" Portugal said. Romano hesitantly nodded and closed his door. Portugal sighed as he walked at the other end of the room. He slowly opened the door and awed at the sight.
Feathers were floating around the in air, pillows thrown across the room, chair turned, blanket on the floor. Alfonso looked at the farthest corner of the room to find Alice hugging herself. Alfonso eye's widened when he saw the wings that sprouted from her back. He watched as Alice held her head with her hands. He tried to approach her, but the glass on the floor made a sound. Alice looked up and saw him. She then rushed towards him and hugged him. Portugal caught her in his arms, making sure to plant his foot on the ground before he accepted the hug that Alice gave him. He began to hum a lullaby he heard Britannia hum long ago as he combed Alice's hair with his hands. He slowly leaned down and grabbed Alice's legs, carrying her to the bed. He sat on the edge and tried to place Alice down on the bed, but she wouldn't let him go. That's when he saw the blood on her wings. He sighed and combed her hair again.
"What's wrong? Your wings…they're-"
"Rip them off" Alice said. Portugal stopped his small actions of comfort for a bit, but resumed quickly.
"why?"
"Do you see them?" Alice asked.
"Yes, they are white, pure as the snow that has fallen many times-"
"DO YOU SEE THEM ON ME!" Alice asked.
"Yes, I see them to be quite fitting for you…You look beautiful with them-"
"NO." Alice said as she tore herself away from him. She looked at Alfonso's ice blue eyes. "I don't deserve these! If anything my wings should be of those of a bat! Black and sharp, not these white round things!" Alice said.
"Alice you deserve these wings, you are an angel-"
"HOW AM I AN ANGLE WHEN I LET MY CHILD DIE?" Alice asked. Portugal hugged her tighter. "How am I an angel when I have brought many to suffer?" she asked. "I do not deserve these wings! So please! Do me a favor and rip them off my back! I can't handle these. They are too pure, clean and innocent. PLEASE ALFONSO TAKE THEM OFF MY BACK-" Alice was interrupted by a child hugging her from behind.
"NO" Romano said as he hugged Alice from behind. "DON'T TEAR THESE OUT" he said. "These are pretty, please don't" he said.
"ROMANO" Portugal said as he raised his voice. "what had I told you about going to this side of the hall?" he asked.
"you told me to not go…but I couldn't stay away when I heard her voice!" Romano said. "Why did you keep this from me!" Romano asked Portugal. "you know how much I've wanted to see her!" he said. "Yet you didn't tell me about her-"
"Get him out of here" Alice said in a hurry. Romano looked confused. "Please, get him out of here" she said again as she pulled Portugal closer to her. "I may hurt him."
"You Won't hurt him"
"YES I WILL" Alice said. "I've marred his face, killed his brother, please get him out of here" Alice said. "Please" Portugal sighed and looked at Romano. Romano got the messaged and walked away. Right before he closed the door, he looked back, his eyes meeting Alice's. He watched as Alfonso hugged his mother trying to comfort her, he watched as Alice's eyes began to tear up.
For the rest of the week, Romano got glimpses of Alice. He would ask if he could see and Portugal would sigh and let the little child accompany him to bring her her food. Romano would always see Alice's white wings. The wings of an angel. He would see how her eyes lost it's shine and how she would have bandages over her arms and legs. Romano also began to notice some gauzes on her wings. Alice would look at him and ignore him, and would often ask Portugal why he would bring him with him. Portugal would shrug and say that he need help carrying the food and Alice would chuckle and suggest that he should just lessen her food. Romano and Portugal would both protest and Alice would fall silent.
"How long is she going to be like that?" Romano asked. Portugal shrugged.
"I do not know, I mean she's writing again…if that means anything" he said. "Right now I'm just observing her" he said. "Then I'll think of a way to get her back on her feet" Alfonso said. Romano nodded.
"Why does she have wings on her back?" Romano asked. Portugal shrugged. "I do not know…she's had them since she was born"
"Really?"
"Yes, that's why Britannia would be so protective of her" he said. "Of course they sprout now and then"
"What do they mean when they show up?"
"I don't know"
"They're so pure"
"Maybe it means that she wants to leave this place" Portugal whispered. He felt Romano tighten his grip on his shirt sleeve. Portugal looked at the child and saw the frightened expression. Portugal sighed and shook his head.
"that's not what I meant, I mean that she may just want to leave this land" he said. Romano nodded.
Over the time Romano would see that Alice's wings were fading. Alice would look at him and just look back out the window. This only caused Romano to cook more soup for her. He would knock on her door, she would open the door and look at him. She would tilt her head as she listened to the small Italian as he tried to speak her language. In the end she would sigh and begin to speak Italian, making things a little bit easier for Romano. She would let him in her room, he would place the soup on her desk, sit on the other chair and watch her eat the soup he made. He would tell her the stories she told him, and watch as she would stare at him, and sometimes would interrupt him by finishing his lines. "they're familiar" she said. She stared at the boy. "Who told you these stories?" she asked.
"My mother" Romano said. At that Alice came into a realization. She breathed in deeply and nodded. "Thank you" she said. As soon as she said that, Portugal walked in.
"Romano, my brother is here to pick you up" he said. Romano nodded. He jumped out of the chair and run to the door, he stopped, turned around and looked at Alice. He yanked a silver chain that held a small cross. He took it off and ran to Alice. Alice just stared at the boy.
"Here!" Romano exclaimed. "I know that you don't follow the same religion as me but Spain told me that as long as I keep praying all of my prayers will come true! So I'll wish for your happiness and your safety! I'm sure if He hears me then he'll consider providing some sort of it to you! But please, what ever you do, be cautious and be prepared!" he said. Alice just blinked at the child.
"I'm sorry if the quality is disappointing, but I made it myself!" he motioned Alice to lean closer to him, which she did, He then gave her a small kiss on the forehead.
"My mama use to do that to me too! She said that this kind of kiss means that you deeply care about the person! I hope I can see you soon…bye!" he said. With that the little boy ran out of the room and into his, Alice listened as she heard him opening and closing doors. Portugal sighed and looked at her. "Stay here, I have to attend to some guests" he said. As soon as Portugal closed the doors, Alice turned to shut the windows and went towards her dresser.
As soon as Spain and Romano were out of his sight, Portugal ran up to Alice's room to check on her. When he opened the door he was stunned at the sight he saw. There, on the foot of the bed was Alice. She was sitting down donning a glove one. She was wearing her elegant blue coat, her pistol and sabre were right next to her, while her black hat was on the bed. He watched as Alice then grabbed her boots and put them on.
"I remember" she said. "I remember everything"
"And what are you going to do?" Portugal said.
"There's nothing I can do" Alice said. She then stood up and straightened out her coat. "What I do know is that my crew is patiently waiting for my return" she said. "that cursed thing called love has blinded me, Spain stole me away from the seas. Well that's going to change right now" she said as she turned to grabbed her pistol and rifle.
"You think your brothers will let you do this?" Portugal asked, grabbing the coat he left in the room.
"I think? Of course they'll let me do this, it's an adrenaline rush for them. Another chance to beat me up, and another chance to prove my worth" she said. "Plus, I know that you're in" she said. Portugal raised one of his eyebrows.
"What makes you say that?" he asked.
"Your smirk and your stance" Alice said as she walked towards him. Their faces were dangerously close. "So what do you say? Would you like to wreak trouble for the Spanish Armada?" she asked. Portugal smiled and nodded.
"Welcome back, My fair cold hearted queen" he said. Alice smirked and walked out of the room.
Thank you so much for being patient with me! I hope that this chapter was to your liking.
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