disclaimer: i can't even draw without crying.

new fact: Portugal isn't with machine.

(and England says 'if you ally yourself with me i'll take care of it' and Portugal is like 'sure, count on you' and their longest alliance in this world is formed.)

Day 10: With animal ears.

"Pfff - hahahaha!"

"It's not THAT funny!"

"Yes it is, querida, it is."

Macau makes a face as Portugal continues to fail to hide his laughter. But how can he, with those large ears glued to his girl (ehem)'s head. He knows who did that instantly, but let him appreciate it for a moment.

"You've earned my contempt." Macau's face is pink from both anger and embarrassment. "Congratulations. It has been a long time since the last time I hated your gut that much." If you ask, she'll say that waking up with fox ears in your head isn't the best thing to feel in the morning.

"Really?" He asks, one hand moves in attempt to pull her into a hug - she avoids it. "I know you know you can't hate me."

"There are things you don't know." She says, shooting him a glare that contains as much contempt as possible. "I seriously hate you now."

Portugal's smile falls, and instantly, Macau feels bad. He mumbles.

"But I think you look cute." He looks so rejected. "Alright, I'll tell England to —-"

"Hold on. I can, you know, wear it for a day… if you like." Her voice gets smaller and smaller and Portugal pretends not to hear, continuing to muttering to himself.

"Of course now you're grown up and all, you must hate being cute —-"

"I'll just deal with it today, alright?"

Portugal's face lightens up.

"Really?"

"But you will have to tell England to change me back tomorrow," She says with a tone of finality, "and also, tell him that if he wants to curse someone, be careful with it."

"I know you don't hate me!" This time, his arms finally capture her in a half hug. He chuckles. "Ah, you look so cute."

"I'm not a child." It's weird, she thinks as she escapes from Portugal's grasp, trying to fiddle with the new attachment. But Portugal has always been quicker and slyer, so he leans down and whispers an apology in her ears - as if he hasn't been telling her the same over and over again ever since - before walking off to make a phone call.

She doesn't even have to ask what he said to England, because Portugal is wearing a satisfied expression on his face, the one he always has after threatening someone.

notes: so, day 10 already.