*Spits out her coffee* Gah! it's been that long since I've updated any of my stories! *face-palms, face-palms face-palms* Sorry, I've been super busy lately... Anyway here is a longer chapter to keep you satisfied. I'll update More Heroes (yay) by the end of the week and Really England? when Mgr6 sends her chapter to me. God meet goddess will be next time I have inspiration for it.

The next chapter of this is already half-finished. This one may not be accurate in terms of history, but there's not a lot of info out on the web for me to work with so here it is. There is also an updated version of Portugal's character sheet at the bottom if you want to see it.

America's POV

We were suddenly yanked from behind. We were thrown out of the memory and standing face-to-face with an extremely angry Portuguese woman. Portugal's nostrils were flared and her glare could have sent the bravest man running. I gulped, and did my best to resist curling into a ball. "What the hell were you doing in my memories?" she demanded.

"Er, uh…" England stuttered.

"I touched the grooves in the wall by mistake when we discovered this room. I swear we didn't touch anything else though. When I looked at the birdbath-thingy I was about to touch it when England lunged at me not to and we both touched it by mistake." Portugal's glare slightly softened at me, but when she turned to England her glare was still cold.

"Wouldn't just staying out of this be enough? This is all old stuff, things I have done my best to forget. You know as well as I do that I have trouble leaving my past behind and looking to the future. This room hasn't been touched in decades. Germany would have a fit if he saw all this dust." I looked around and she was right. There was a faint layer everywhere.

I did my best to look her in the eye. "Portugal, it was just an accident combined with curiosity. This was mostly my fault anyway, I dragged England into this." Iggy looked back at me gratefully.

She took a breath. "Which memory did you see?' she asked quietly.

"The start of the Iberian Union." England said looking at her. "How come you never told me what happened?"

She let out a bitter laugh. "You didn't know? I was under control of my brother for sixty years, and yet you say you have no idea? I'm old. A day is like a second to me now. Nevertheless, sixty years under rule of your rival is much longer than you think. If time flies when you have fun then it really creeps when you are in prison."

"How did you get your freedom back anyway?" I asked her.

She paused for a second and rubbed her scarred eye. "Might as well show you." She said sighing. After closing her eyes she placed her hand over the pensieve. "Hold on to my arm, and remember all of this is in the past. This grudge is mine to bear, and please tell no one that I showed you this." I thought that was being a bit paranoid but both we put our hands on her arm. She dipped her hand into the silvery liquid/gas and we plunged into the memory.

Again, we saw the younger Portugal. She was wearing in a green dress and a white bandana over her head, so she looked like a servant. There were bags under her eyes as if she had been having trouble sleeping. "Sixty damn years I've been doing this. Sixty damn years as no more than a territory." She muttered. She flopped onto the bed. "God today I plan to be free. Please, help me out." She prayed with her hands together.

She paused. After finding a lantern, Maria quietly walked out looking behind her. Footsteps vibrated the floor and she almost seemed to flicker in the light. "Stupid Spain that jerk…" a tiny Romano around six years old walked out. If it wasn't for the curse worlds coming out of his mouth, he actually might have been cute. Portugal rolled her eyes at him complaining. He noticed her and said, "What do you want fish lady? Are you going to set your British boyfriend on me?" Both the older Portugal and Iggy blushed.

"Did you two-?" I looked at them raising an eyebrow. England blushed even more.

"We did, but only when we were starting to become countries, by the age of exploration which was from the 1400s to when you were found we had already stopped." She said still a bit red. "Can we go back to the memory please?" she said changing topic. I'll tease them about this later, though I have to admit they would make a cute couple. Maybe I could ask France and Hungary for some help...

"Oh go to sleep. No one wants to hear your complaints. Especially when Spain uses so much money to protect you." The younger Portugal muttered. Romano just huffed and walked off. After taking a breath, she continued walking in silence.

The older Portugal turned to us and said, "Romano was always a cocky crybaby. Often I was stuck babysitting him. I got my revenge though. Many of the curse words that are directed towards Spain that fly out of his mouth, I was the one who taught them that," she said with a smile. I snickered but England frowned.

"How mature of you,' England said dryly.

"Why, thank you," Portugal said mocking him. "It may not sound like the best idea, but it was always pretty funny seeing Romano curse Spain out."

The younger Portugal turned and suddenly flattened against a wall. She seemed to flicker again, and the darkness of the room hid her. Three Spanish guards walked out. "Wow, I'm tired." One said rubbing his face.

"Me too." Another said with a yawn.

The most awake one asked, "Are you sure it was a good idea leaving our post? What if she gets to it?"

"Relax," replied the first guard sleepily. "She'll never get in. Besides, what is one woman against the Spanish armada?"

"You're right," the other man said finally. "Let's get some wine and go to sleep." The young Maria smiled at her lucky break. She put her lantern into a room and let the guards pass as she hid in the shadows. They weren't even able to notice her.

Picking up her lantern again, she went to a door sealed with a lock. She took a lock picking kit out of her pocket (how did she get that?) and expertly popped the lock. She opened the door and smiled widely. In the center of the room was her sword, a curved wickedly sharp piece of metal. Even with sixty years unused, it was still in mint condition. She took a rag out of her pocket and rubbed the sword, cleaning away a layer of dust. Beside it were a compass, a brass sextant, an astrolabe, and a gold cross on a chain. She put all those things in her pockets and put her sword in a sheath. Her eyes flickered across the room. There were other various weapons, mostly swords and guns. A fishing pole leaned against a wall, and she strapped it to her back. After grabbing a knife her hands hesitated on a gun. She turned on the balls of her heels and walked away. "I wasn't going to sink that low." The older Portugal answered. "I never liked using guns, even now. With a sword, you have to have great skill and have respect for your opponent. With a gun or bomb you don't even have to look him in the eye."

Young Portugal walked out of the room and went down a series of hallways deliberately making it as confusing as possible. The young Portugal opened a small door, which led to a warm forest outside. Now we got a view from where she was. A large white palace stood surrounded by the trees. It was dark, around midnight so we couldn't see anything that wasn't lit by the lantern.

She held the lantern up, and her eyes focused on a stable. After picking the lock, she came into the dimly lit room. Only one young horse was awake. She held out her hand towards the horse's muzzle and the horse backed away in terror. "Easy there," she said softly. "I'm not going to hurt you." She took a carrot out of her pocket. Breaking it into smaller chunks, she held it out to the horse. It walked towards her and quickly ate it, almost eating her hand. She opened the gate and let the horse walk out. She quickly saddled it and led the horse outside. Portugal climbed on top, and kicked the horse gently and they went forward into the forest.

For hours it seemed she rode on, only stopping to fill a canteen. Finally she stopped at a river bed. She led her horse to the water and it lapped up gallons. She took out her fishing pole and let it slid in slowly, with a piece of bread on the hook. After ten minutes the line tugged and she pulled it out of the water and stabbed the fish in the stomach. She gutted it, then set up the fire by using the fire from the lamp. She put the fish on a washed stick and roasted it, and kept her eye on the horse and everything else at the same time.

About ten minutes after she had finished the fish we started hearing the thundering of footsteps. The younger Portugal cursed and got back on the saddle just as Spain galloped into the clearing along with some of his men. "Portugal, why did you leave?" he asked her.

"Because I am tired of being under your rule. I am my own country, I don't need you. I never did, and I never will." She said unsheathing her sword. "You have a choice, you can either let me go, but if you choose to fight me then I will defend myself."

Spain's jaw was clenched with anger. "You are a part of the Spanish empire, Portugal."

"I was part of the Romans and the Moors before you. Look what happened to them." She said still holding out her sword. She rode a bit closer to Spain, and looked him dead in the eye. "Give me my freedom Spain."

His grip tightened. He turned towards him men and said, "Pull back, this will be a private conference." They galloped out of the woods, though one or two looked back. Spain turned his horse back to Portugal. "If you want your freedom, you are going to have to fight for it." They raised their swords and metal clashed against metal. It quickly turned into a series of parries and strikes, neither with the upper hand. It quickly became hard to watch, the movements were so quick.

"How did you get so good at sword fighting anyway?" I asked the older Portugal.

"I'm nearly nine hundred years old, I've had time to practice. Plus I had a good teacher when I was young." She answered softly. Then she turned back to the fight. "Oh meu deus" she put her hand on her scarred eye. (meu deus means my god in Portuguese)

At the same time, the younger Portugal fell off her horse in an attempt to block a move. Spain quick slashed at her face, scarring her. Then he realized what he had done. "Oh Portugal, I'm sorry," he got off his horse and bent down to reach her, and dropped his sword. Portugal seized this opportunity to point her sword at his throat.

Squinting, Portugal glared down her brother. "Go Spain," she said with contempt. When he didn't move she yelled, "Go! Get out of here! Leave me alone and never try to take over me again!" Spain got on his horse and galloped off. She walked to the river to wash the blood off her eye and the memory ended.

We were thrown back into the room. Portugal was still rubbing her eye and England was glaring at her. "That's how you got your scar! You told me it was an accident!" he yelled at her.

"It was." Portugal said glaring back at him. "Spain later did apologize for it, saying he didn't mean to go that far. Moreover, like I said before, this is between him and me and this happened several centuries ago." She sighed and sat down in a chair. "I realized I should have handled it better atert this happened. I was just so sick of being controlled and Spain wasn't the first. As I said before I was a part of the Muslim and Roman Empires, and this weird time period in between when I am still a bit confused about what happened."

England softened and smiled. "Just remember that I'm there for you." He said gripping her shoulder.

"Same." I said with a smile. "After all I am the hero." Portugal snorted.

"You know, you remind me of someone." Portugal said looking up at me.

"Who?" I asked puzzled. "Iggy over there?" England scowled and Portugal laughed.

"Partly yes, but I'm talking about someone who came long before us. But I'll leave that for you two to figure out later as it is getting a bit late." She smiled and led us out the door.

Oh god I suck at action. It sounded so better when I originally though of it... Comment on who do you think Portugal is comparing America to, as it is a major character in the next chapter. Finally this is an updated version of her character sheet. Also 2662Sophya, thanks for your review. And to answer your question about Portugal's Hogwarts house, well I didn't decide what it is yet, I'm still working it out

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. There is a scar on her left eye.
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. However when you don't piss her off she will be polite to you and respectful.
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. She is good friends with America as she is the first to recognize him as a country and many of her citizens live in the United States.

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, but she gets along better with him nowadays. After all, siblings have to stick together.

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 citizens. In WWII she had her own problems, since at that time her boss was Salazar, a communist. He admires one of her soldier's bravery (Aníbal Milhais) in the war who had defended the rest of the retreating allies with just his machine gun. 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 grand-father. 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).

The Italy brothers: She gets along well with North Italy since she knew him when she was Lusitania. She is a bit protective of him since she thinks he is so adorable. She is on bitter terms with South Italy due to his relation with Spain, and the fact that he annoys the cod out of her.

Hungary and Ukraine: Whenever she wants to feel like a girl she goes to the two of them, though this isn't often. She is good friends with Hungary as they both like to team up to scare and prank the male countries. She is also the first to recognize Ukraine as a country.

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, and finally Portugata, a brown cat similar looking to Spain's cat.