I know I said I was going to do the treaty of Windsor first but I had been planning on writing Brazil for a while and I after messaging TheHiddenRaven she let me use hers (Thank you so much! It was a bit hard writing the younger version of her, but I hope its okay!) It's going to be 2-4 parts, each on a different event. The memory is from Portugal's point of view, and is in italics. Anything bold is in Portuguese. I did not use Google Translate for the Portuguese, rather .com
For my Portuguese fans, please tell me if I translated anything wrong, or if it's better than Google.
G20 meeting part 1 – the story of the discovery of Brazil
"So dude's it's totally not awesome that Syria is using chemical weapons and I think I should take military action," America spoke at the head of the table but nobody seemed to be listening. Russia as the host was smiling but it wasn't warm. England and France were arguing again, while China tried offering them snacks. Japan and Italy were just chattering quietly, while Belgium and Portugal (the representatives for the EU) were absently doodling. It was only half of them anyway, the other half was discussing in another room.
"1. Ola, Tuga" Brazil said with a smirk. Portugal looked up a bit startled, but then amused.
2. "É Portugal, eu fui dizendo para você me chamar que durante séculos" she corrected half-heartedly in Portuguese. 3. "Eh, você e seu namorado Alemanha não estão lutando hoje, normalmente ela pode rivalizar com Inglaterra e França lutas." A loud crack and France was sheepishly standing next to a broken vase. 4. "Ok, talvez você não é tão ruim assim," she amended.
5. "Ele não é meu namorado!" Brazil protested. Portugal raised an eyebrow. 6. "O quê? É verdade!"
"Never mind," she said sighing. Another crash, this time they had knocked over a chair. Portugal face-palmed at her colleges. "How the hell did I put up with them for so long?" she wondered in English.
"You have a lot of patience?" Brazil guessed.
"That's both a blessing and a curse, besides I took care of you for three hundred years. Several times you nearly gave me a heart attack," she muttered. "England! France!" she barked. They both stopped for a second to look at her. "You two are some of the oldest countries in the world and yet you cannot sit down for a moment. Please act mature for at least this meeting," she growled, with her scar more prominent than usual. Surprisingly they listened to her and shut up. Belgium looked at her gratefully.
"When did you discover Brazil?" Germany asked, trying to change the subject.
"1500. It was after the treaty of Tordesillas between me and Spain," the color of Portugal's eyes shifted to blue-green, the color of the sea. Brazil knew this expression; it meant she was thinking of her past. All of the older nations had this expression, but it was most evident on Portugal, Spain, and France.
"Portugal, Porty, Tuga, snap out of it!" Brazil said waving her hand in front of her face. Portugal wasn't as lazy as Spain or god-forbid Greece, but that didn't mean she wouldn't doze off. Portugal looked up and shook her head, waking up from the daydream. "What memory was that anyway?" Portugal gave her the take-your-wildest-guess look. "The day you found me?" Portugal gave her the soft smile, but she still had sea-colored eyes.
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7. "Terra!" one my men shouted in the crow's nest. We were on a caravel, the ships built for empires. I love sailing, but I really need to get on solid ground after traveling for so long. The land was hard to miss, a green stretch on the horizon, much too large to be an island. Er, this was not Indonesia. Maybe India? No, we would have seen at least a few islands on our way. Strangely, my captain Pedro Cabral was grinning widely.
"Come on, let's go!" we piled into the smaller boats, but the unluckiest stayed behind to guard the ship. One of the men had decided to stick my flag in the ground, the white and blue flapping in the wind temporary making this land mine.
Another group was unloading a wine barrel, while one or two were kissing the ground. "I'll go look for food, stay here but don't get drunk!" a few men grumbled at my orders but stayed put. "Cabral, come with me," I drew my sword and cautiously walked into the rain forest. Spain had gotten his leg slashed in the "New World"; I was not about to have the same fate. "Back to Back," Pedro muttered. Meanwhile I was listening for a human voice. Hundreds of animals were calling back, but not a man reached my ears.
"Macaw!"
Cabral lifted his musket but I said "Stand down. Don't shoot it until it is a threat." A red with rainbow, rather large bird landed on a branch next to us.
"Macaw!" the bird suddenly flew at me, grabbing my hat.
"Hey!" I put my sword in its sheath and took after the bird. The forest ground was mercifully soft, but covered in branches. I ended up tripping several times.
"Macaw!" The bird flew over me and I blew the hair out of my face and muttered some choice words. The bird landed on the branch and I threw a rock at it. It hit the claws, causing the bird to drop my hat. Disgruntled, I put my hat back on and glared at the feathered menace.
"What the-?" out of the corner of my eye I saw something coming straight at me. I ducked, pressing myself to the ground. Right where I was standing a spear neatly lodged in a tree. "Crap!" I muttered. I took the spear out, feeling it in my hand. It was short, looked almost built for a child. Where I held it, my hands looked stained with red. Interesting.
I kept my sword up and slowly started walking. "Gah!" another spear hurled at me, and I ducked to my knees. I looked back. It had landed near the other spear, in the same angle. I took off running, now knowing where they were. I saw a flash of black and tan and lunged.
"Hey! Let go of me!" A little girl said trying to squirm out of my reach. She was about ten, with raven hair past her shoulders and deeply tanned skin. Unfortunately for me, she was much taller than I was at that age, and seemed strong. Nevertheless, for now I was stronger.
Holding her by the arms, I lowered myself to her height and calmly asked, "Why did you throw that at me?"
"I attacked you because your men would hurt my animals!" I cursed, guessing what had happened. Spain, the oblivious idiot must have landed here before I did.
"Not my men," I corrected. "Most likely you ran into another group, those are bad men. Look at me," I said, standing up. My insufferable brother does have the same features that I do: green eyes, brown hair, but I happen to be a woman. "If their leader comes, attack him then," I smirked, and then frowned at the horror. I just asked a little girl to attack the Spanish empire! Sure, she is apparently great at throwing spears, but still! "You know what? Forget what I said. I don't want you to get hurt. You must understand though I will not hurt you. What is your name?" I asked her.
"Brazil," she said proudly. That grin, it looks familiar…
"That is a beautiful name, and it certainly suits you. I am Portugal," I said grinning. Holy cod. Whenever I was feeling proud when I was young, I would do a mirror image of her smile. That must mean… this girl is my little sister! 8. Finalmente! I've been stuck with Spain for years, only seeing the Italy brothers and France on a few occasions. Veneziano and Romano have not aged a day unlike the rest of us, and France has unfortunately become more obnoxious. "How about you help me find food for my crew? If you want, you could stay with us," I suggested.
"Sure," she said, still smiling. Oh god, she is so adorable when she's not attacking me… Gah! Wake up! That's what Spain would say!
I took off my cobalt captain jacket and said, "Here, put this on." Her small dress seemed too flimsy, I wasn't going to let my crew see her that way. She showed me how to pick several fruit, later known as bananas, acai berries, mangos and many others.
Most of my crew had fallen asleep, though two stood guard and I was still awake. I was recording the events of today in my journal, with sketches of various plants and animals. "Thanks, Portugal for the jacket," Brazil murmured sleepily.
"Hey, no problem," I said putting my arm around the young girl.
"What if he comes back?" she asked.
"I'll protect you, I promise. Besides, I think you'll be fine." I heard a faint breath and realized she had fallen asleep. Chuckling, I adjusted her sleeping form. I set down the long-gone candle and blew it out.
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"You know, you used to be a good storyteller in your time," mused France. "How about you tell us what happened." Brazil glared at him, and Portugal chuckled. "Come on, please? I'll give you a bottle of champagne…"
9. "França, that story is one of my favorite memories and I would rather you not ruin it with your twisted ways," he pouted like a small child. She shook her head, with a ghost of a smile. "Come on France, you're a bit old for my stories. You're older than I am!"
"Mademoiselle, one is never too old for stories," he said with a sideways grin, but more playful than perverted.
Rolling her eyes, Portugal walked out the door. On her way, she patted his shoulder saying, 10. "Não hoje, França."
Ola- Hello
1. É Portugal, eu fui dizendo para você me chamar que durante séculos" - It's Maria, I've been telling you to call me that for centuries.
2. "Eh, você e seu namorado Alemanha não estão lutando hoje, normalmente ela pode rivalizar com Inglaterra e França lutas." - Eh, you and your boyfriend Ludwig aren't fighting today; normally it can rival Arthur and Francis's fights
3. Ok, talvez você não é tão ruim assim - Okay, maybe you aren't that bad
4. Ele não é meu namorado!" – He's not my boyfriend !
5. O quê? É verdade!" –What? It's true!
6. Terra- Land, Earth
7. Finalmente –Finally
8. França – France, obviously
9. Não hoje, França – Not today, France
Ever the dreamer, Tuga. One of these chapter's I'll post a piece of Portuguese poetry I got the spacey side of her.
Also, If you want to see a photo of her, go on and type in MythsofPortugal. That should bring the image up.