It's Portugal Day! this is a set of stories about Portuguese history, and is being written as my own companion to Hetalia/Harry Potter story Really England? which is being co-written with Mrg6. these are going to take place throughout history, and the perspective written may change, This first one is Portugal's memory. It is the first half of the Iberian Union, when Portugal was in control of Spain (about 1580-1640), when Portugal gets free is the next chapter. However it is written a bit before Really England? takes place, as there is a reference to magic at one point.

England's POV

"Ah, do you guys want to come over some time?" Portugal asked America and me. Canada was busy with his boss, so it was just us eating at America's house.

"Sure." America said chewing with his mouth full. I rolled his eyes at him.

"Yes Maria. It's been a while since I've gone over anyway." I added.

She smiled at me, and I felt my face grow hot. "How about Saturday? Will that work for you?" she asked us, and we nodded.

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Maria's house was quite small, but beautiful and warm in my opinion. The red tiles on the roof shone, and her flowers in the front were vibrant in multiple colors. Behind the house was a large vegetable garden along with several olive and cork trees. Inside it were small rooms that had a cozy feel.

"Would you like some espresso and tea?" she asked them. I snorted.

"Of course." She had been the one to introduce tea to me after all. America and I took seat small table not meant for more than five people while she went into the kitchen to make tea and espresso.

She came back with a black tea for me and an espresso for Alfred. Alfred took a sip and said, "Not bad. But since when do you make espresso?"

"I, uh, picked up the habit from North Italy. Spain did also, but his is terrible." She said with disgust at the last statement. Her cell phone started ringing and she said politely, "Excuse me, but I have to take this as it is from my boss." She walked into the kitchen and he heard her say, "What is it? I am having some friends over. …. Right now? Is it that important? …. Fine, fine I'll go over." She said the last part extremely annoyed. She cleared her throat and walked back to us, grabbing her bag. "My boss needs to discuss something with me, and it is apparently so urgent I see him that I need to go now. You can stay, with luck I'll be back before an hour." She ran out the door so quickly she didn't wait for a response.

"Well, how about we take a walk around the house?' America suggested.

"No, that will be too rude, we are here as guests." I said exasperatedly.

"Wasn't it rude when she left us?" America pointed out. Well that was true.

"Fine, we'll take a look around. But don't touch anything!" I said getting up as I finished my tea. I surveyed the room. One the wall there was a handsome painting of a carvel, the ship preferred by the Portuguese during the age of exploration. Other than that there didn't seem to be any tokens of her past.

"Hey look!" Alfred ran his fingers across some groves of the painting. He pushed them, and then yelped. The painting swung forward, revealing a doorway with steps. "Portugal has a secret lair. Okay, now I admit I was curious. "Let's take a look inside!"

We climbed down the steps using a flashlight on our phones. When I found a light switch, he turned it on and the light bulb flickered on. The room was filled with moments of Portugal's past. One wall held old maps; another hung old swords and bayonets. There were old paintings of Portugal and her colonies, on one wall Brazil smiled brightly at them. There was a painting of the two of us together on a ship, and I blushed. There was a small table with old compasses, clocks, and a worn astrolabe. In the center of the room a mounted bowl stood glowing softly, and I knew what it was and exactly why it is there.

"Why does Maria have a birdbath?" America asked looking at it.

"It's not a birdbath, you idiot. It's a pensieve. It holds Maria's memories." I said scolding the younger nation. America walked closer to the top and when he was about to touch the silvery liquid/gas and I yelled "No you dolt!" and lunged forward to stop him from entering. However the momentum caused both of us to touch it. We were sucked into the basin, and landed on soft grass.

There stood an eighteen-year-old version of Spain and a few of his soldiers. America waved his hand in front of Antonio but he didn't notice. He was looking into the distance and they heard galloping. Maria rode into view on top of a grey horse, her eyes looking at him warily. She was wearing old sailing clothes, so she had just come back from a trading trip. The biggest difference was she didn't have her eye scar. "What do you want Antonio? My king just died a few days ago." She said glaring at him.

"Yeah, that is why I am here. Your king died without a heir. His only family is my king Philip I." He said sternly and his soldiers stepped forward.

"No," she said in realization, "No! I will not become a part of your empire!" She yanked on the reins of her horse and rode off as fast she could into the forest. Her face was down low so I couldn't see her face.

"What happened?" America asked in confusion.

"Portugal's king died without a heir so the crown goes to the closest relative. Which is," I realized what happened. "This is the start of the Iberian Union, when Spain was in control of her because the relative is the Spanish king." I remember that time. I was forced to cut ties with Portugal since she was controlled by Spain. It hurt me, since she was my biggest ally at that time.

We somehow were able to catch up with her since this was her memory. Bullets whizzed past her, but she wasn't hit by any. Then one stuck her horse. It bucked Portugal off and she landed on some moss, thank God. The soldiers rode into view, one carrying handcuffs. One said in deep voice, "You are to come with us to work for Spain. He will provide you with everything."

Portugal brushed herself off. "I can provide everything for myself, thank you very much." She snapped. "I don't need my," she filled venom into the next word, "brother." They raised their guns at her. She rolled her eyes. "Really? You'll dare hit a lady for doing nothing wrong?"

Then suddenly everything went black. A light appeared, and we heard a groan. "Where am I?" Portugal said getting up from a bed. We were in a room, and staring across from her was Spain. Portugal reached for her sword to find that it was gone, along with the leather holster. She was wearing maid clothes, which looked extremely weird on her. I've seen her wear dresses before, but only on special occasions, she normally dressed like a man back in those days. She rubbed her head as if it was hurting, they must have knocked her out when capturing her. I boiled with anger even though I knew this was just a part of the past.

"You will work here for now on." Spain simply said walking out, and an officer handed her a broom. Maria took and stared at it as if it was some sick joke. The officer walked out and Maria just glared at the broom.

"Are you kidding me!" she said incredulously. "Does he really think I'm going to work for him like some slave?" Then she just flopped on the bed. "If I stay, I lose freedom. If I try to escape, I may lose my life," she mumbled to herself. She put her head in her hands. "What the hell am I supposed to do?"

ha, ha, cliffy! next chapter is when she gets her freedom

This is her info, by the way:

Country: Portugal
Capital: Lisbon

Birthday: either June 10 (Portugal day, day of death of her famous poet Luís Vaz de Camões) or June 24 (day Afonso Henriques proclaimed himself prince and later king of Portugal)

Official Language: Portuguese, you'll often hear her speak it when she doesn't want anyone else to understand at Hogwarts.

Official Flower; Lavender
Human Name: Maria Henriques
Looks: Generally like the sketches, she has brown hair often pulled into a braid and green eyes. Also carries a sword. Normally wears worn boots and an old jacket she uses for fishing
Personality: A bit stubborn, but generally smart as she actually has one of the oldest universities in the world. She also is very defensive about herself as she has maintained her borders for centuries. You do not want to insult her, as she can pack a punch.
Relation to other countries:

England: She is his oldest ally but they have an awkward relationship. They are not dating anymore because of the railroad incident when both of them wanted to build a railroad connecting their colonies in Africa but England won out. The treaty of Windsor always seems to work in his favor. Their feelings of romance are a bit confused. She is also the one who introduced tea to him, and he is forever grateful.

America and Canada: She cares about them a lot since she knew them ever since they were little. She has empathy for Canada as their brothers overshadow both of them.

Spain: Can't stand her brother, she had far too many wars with him. She knows even now he wants her to become a territory of his. One of the reasons she carries around her sword.

Asian Countries: Are good friends with them, as she traded with them.

France: she slaps him every time he flirts with her. The other reason for carrying her sword, she is still wary of him after the Napoleonic wars. He fortunately was never able to conquer her.

Germany: she has a respectful relationship with him. In WWI she was dragged into the war when she honored the Anglo-Portuguese alliance by seizing his ships. In turn he declared war on her and she lost seven-thousand admires one of her soldier's bravery (Aníbal Milhais) in the WWI who had defended the rest of the retreating allies with just his machine gun. In WWII she had her own problems, since at that time her boss was Salazar, a fascist. He sympathized with the Axis and traded with them, but didn't support them in war. With the Allies Portugal allowed them to use a naval base in Azores though Germany didn't attack her because of that. In the modern world she gets along with him better than some other European countries, since he never tried to invade her. He also gets along well with her since he thinks she is the only one of the Roman Empire's descendants who really tried to live up to his name. (This is a bit longer than others since I thought it would take a bit of time explaining. Annoyingly my textbook never mentions Portugal entering WWI so I googled this and used a book from the library)

Roman Empire: Her adopted father, though they look similar. If you want to get historical I believe the Celts were there first. She inherits her dark hair and created her own empire, one of the first to do so in centuries (the Holy Roman Empire doesn't count since it wasn't holy, it wasn't roman, and it wasn't much of an empire.) She also inherited an obsession with fish (it was a staple in their diet).

Muslim Empire: Her adopted mother. She kicked her out because of clashes in religion and her people wanted freedom and to not be controlled. However her language changed because of the Arabic, and became the poetic language we know today. She also adopted architecture and art from both the Muslim Empire and the Roman Empire. She also still has an astrolabe invented by the Muslim Empire. (This is my own idea, and the Muslim empire occupied Portugal from about 700 A.D. to 1143 A.D. if I am correct.)

Likes: Fish and fishing, cooking, soccer.
Dislikes: Her brother Spain and France, anyone who messes with her or her colonies and England.
Religion: Catholic
Crush: Um… fine it's England

Pets: Galo (rooster/cockerel) de barcelos, a black rooster with symbols on it named Cruz (cross) and a rare Iberian lynx named Augusta.