Thanks to a5thkira, claireohyutayong and Carina Sicily for reviewing.
Sorry for the delay. I spaced out a bit.
Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia.
GrePort: Essential
Miguel was doing his shopping, checking his list to make sure that he had everything. He had a family dinner the next day, and wanted to make sure that everything was perfect.
There was only one thing left to get, or rather, two: cavacas and farturas.
He was fortunate that this store sold those pastries, and they would be perfect for the family dinner. However, when he reached the bakery portion of the store, neither of those treats could be found.
He was a bit disappointed, but he took it in stride, continuing back to the checkout. But before he could reach the checkout area, he ran into the store's owner, a Greek man that Miguel didn't want to admit he found very attractive.
"Hey," Heracles greeted. "You managed everything okay?"
"Sim," Miguel said. "Well, except you don't have cavacas or farturas today, but…"
"What?! No. You're Portuguese. You have to have those."
Miguel had never seen Heracles so spirited about something before, but before he could properly process it, the Greek man grabbed him by the hand and started dragging him back to the bakery section. Miguel was surprised when they entered the kitchen, and Heracles finally let him go.
"This gentleman here," he said to the kitchen staff, "is Portuguese, and should get cavacas and farturas."
Miguel blushed when he realised what Heracles was doing, and he quickly held up his hands.
"No, that's okay," he said. "You don't…"
"How many?" one of the bakers asked.
"Um, twelve," he responded. "But…"
"You should make even more, in case someone else wants to buy," Heracles interrupted. "How long will it take?"
"Three hours," the baker said.
Heracles nodded his head, before turning to Miguel.
"You hear that?" he asked. "You can come back in three hours."
Miguel blushed at the attention.
"Obrigado," he said.
I just had to write this after my mom recounted what happened the day before Christmas. She went to our local supermarket, and she couldn't find cavacas or farturas, which they usually have (and she completely forgot pasteis de nata – what is wrong with her?!). She ran into the owner (who is Greek), and casually mentioned the lack of Portuguese treats, and the woman said 'But you're Portuguese, you have to have them' and dragged my mom to the kitchen, where she told the kitchen staff about her being Portuguese and wanting these treats, and one of the bakers happened to be Portuguese too, and they made the arrangements for my mom to get the treats in three hours. I just had to write this pairing after this.