Portugal and Spain have an extremely volatile relationship that has not changed much over the years, while the both of them had grown and changed as induviduals their deep rooted rivalry never left. After falling asleep in a world meeting Portugal reminisces upon the past such as his relationship with Spain and how he met England. (Crappy summary sorry)

After a period of hostility England and Spain decide to rekindle their relationship after 'the Convention of Bristol' in 1573 but after years of misunderstandings and provocations it proves entirely more difficult to move past their problems (religious and otherwise) than they originally thought. (This is my first attempt at writing fanfiction so I'm sorry for any OC-ness)