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PortBel: First Meetings

Portugal sighed as he stared out of the carriage. His king asked him to go and 'play nice' with his brother. Spain had several nations staying with him as well, and there was a chance that Spain would taunt him about having so much territory in Europe. And then they had their colonies…

Well, at least Portugal had an advantage when it came to what was upstairs.

The carriage came to a stop, and he groaned as he realised that there was no more waiting. He exited the carriage and started going towards the front door, crossing the yard to do so.

He stopped when he saw a woman approaching him. He could sense that she was a nation as well, but he was more focused on her beauty.

"You must be Portugal," she said. "Spain said that you were coming."

"Well, at least he speaks with someone," he said. "He didn't mention that he had such a beautiful flower living with him. Now, if only I knew the flower's name?"

She giggled.

"I'm Belgium," she said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Belgium," he said, as he bowed down and took her hand.

She giggled again as his lips brushed the back of her hand. Well, at least she was amused.

"Spain didn't say that you were this charming," she said.

"I can imagine he wouldn't," he said wryly. "It's also rude of him to send you to come greet me instead of coming himself."

"Oh, that's not exactly what happened. You see, he went to the apothecary with Romano. Poor boy's a bit sick."

If that was true, then Portugal supposed he couldn't blame Spain for prioritising the child under his care.

"Would you like a tour of the place?" Belgium asked.

"As long as you're the one giving me the tour," Portugal said.

…

Much of his trip was spent flirting with Belgium, much to Spain's annoyance. Portugal wondered if Spain had feelings for Belgium, but found that he couldn't care. Especially since Spain didn't confront him about it. And unless Belgium herself told him to back off, he figured that it was safe to flirt.

Of course, it wasn't just because it annoyed Spain. He genuinely found her company pleasant. Asides from being beautiful, she was smart and funny, and really kind. He really wanted to get to know her.

Of course, there was one obstacle that he knew he needed to deal with: her brother.

Portugal happened to pass by Netherlands while making his way to the garden. Netherlands narrowed his eyes, and Portugal knew that things were going to get awkward.

"You," Netherlands said. "What exactly do you plan to do with my sister?"

"What do you mean?" Portugal asked.

"All of the charming and teasing. What are your intentions with my sister?"

"I don't really have any intentions. I'll just see where this goes. But I have no intention of using her, if that's what you're worried about. But she's smart and funny, and it seems like she has a good heart. I just want to learn more about her."

Netherlands narrowed his eyes, before he started to walk away.

"Do not let me find out that you somehow hurt her," he said. "At least I get some satisfaction. Spain is annoyed by your presence."

Portugal smiled.

…

Sooner than he would have liked, his visit came to an end. Spain looked pleased, but it was Belgium that came to see him off.

"It's a pity that I have to leave such a beautiful flower with my ignorant brother," Portugal said. "Perhaps, if we get to see each other again, we could take a moonlit stroll?"

Belgium giggled.

"We'll see about it," she said.

…

It was the aftermath of the Second Great War, and everyone was exhausted. Still, a conference was to be held to try and establish peace.

Portugal was trying to listen, though his attention couldn't help but stray to the female nation sitting across from him. Belgium looked haggard, and it was understandable. She'd been affected worse than Portugal, after all. He at least had retained his neutrality.

After what seemed like an eternity, a break was called. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face, trying to keep himself from falling asleep. A shadow loomed over him and he looked up.

"You know, we never did go on a moonlit stroll," Belgium said.

It took Portugal a moment to realise what she meant, and he smirked.

"Is that an invitation?" he asked.

"Perhaps," she said, placing her finger on her chin.

"Tonight's a full moon. Would you care for dinner before the stroll?"

Belgium giggled.

"Sounds fun," she said.

This wasn't supposed to take place in any specific era, so I wasn't particularly focused on historical accuracy. I guess I just wanted to place them in some sort of historical setting.