day 20, but i don't see any dancing. Gosh what's wrong with me.
The umbrella, after its struggle to survive, has finally breaks in half when they are on halfway home. Macau stares at Portugal, he shrugs, it's not like a little rain can ruin their clothes or make them sick - that doesn't mean it's comfortable, but they can always warm up afterwards.
... or maybe they don't need to wait really.
"Princess." Portugal suddenly calls her name, and before Macau has a chance to ask him what is the problem, he's picked her up and swung her around. Macau grasps at the sudden weightlessness in his arms, her heart swooping and pounding (and for some reasons, it isn't because she's been startled, especially when Portugal is smiling so brightly.) He sets her down gentle and then spins her under his arm - is he trying to dance in the rain? - and then before she catches her breath, he pulls her closer. "Ah, it does bring back some good memories."
"I don't see being soaked brings up good memories." She says, but not angrily because she remembers he used to pick her up like that too, swing her around until she was all dizzy and had to yell at him to put her down. She's always wondered where he gets that strength from.
"I think we should do this more often." He says still, swaying them back and forth.
She thinks about it for a moment -
"Mm. Just warn me first next time."
day 21 is on the way, i believe.