St. Georges Day
Guess what it isn't? St. Georges Day! And yet, I wrote it anyways. More Portugal, with a mentioning of Brazil because I felt like it. Enjoy!
Title: St. Georges Day
Rating: K
Characters: Portugal (OC), England
Pairings: hinted USUK and Portugal/Brazil
Summery: Portugal is nice enough to come over for St. Georges Day
England woke up at the crack of dawn as he always did. After his shower, he trudged, still half asleep, into his kitchen. When he caught sight of the feet hanging off the edge of his couch he stopped abruptly. "Portugal?"
A pair of sea green eyes popped open and a head of messy hair peeked over the top of his sofa. "Hmmm?"
England sighed internally, glad that it was Portugal and not someone else (like France or America) coming to bother him. The other nation was sitting up from one of his many naps, revealing a brown paper bag on his lap. England continued into his kitchen to make himself tea while his friend followed.
"What brings you here?" he asked conversationally, subtly pouring a quantity of port into his cup. Not that he needed to hide it, since port was a Portuguese alcohol. Aware of his manners, he prepared a cup for the other nation as well.
"Isn't it St. Georges Day?"
Surprised, England cast a glance at his calendar. "Bloody hell, you're right. I can't believe I forgot."
Portugal rolled his eyes, "So I thought I would make you lunch. I brought paella, and for dessert I got some pasteis de nata" he listed off excitedly. England wished, for the thousandth time in his life that Portugal could get excited about something other than food. Or football.
"Thank you, though I could have made lunch myself," he insisted. Portugal nodded absently, well aware it was pointless to argue, and went over to the stove to start cooking.
"America might stop buy later."
England scoffed. "Like that idiot remembers St. Georges Day."
"Maybe Canada will remind him," Portugal insisted.
"Who?"
"America's twin, remember?" At his friend's blank look, he just continued. "He'll remember today."
"I don't want that wanker to remember!"
"You know, denial isn't just a river in-"
"You were NOT about to say that."
Portugal shrugged and England scoffed, "how rich; you, of all people, talking about denial. What about Brazil?"
Portugal stopped seasoning the pan to glare at the other nation. "This has nothing to do with Brazil."
England huffed and the two stood silent in charged silence, England stirring a spoon in his empty cup and Portugal stirring his vegetables. When Portugal finished, he stepped away from his food as England looked up.
"Want to watch some football?" he asked calmly, gesturing to the television in the other room. England nodded and followed him in.
"Liverpool has done really well his season; last game they-...."
With that, the two eased into their usual conversations. Neither could really remember when the centuries old alliance had turned into this, full of shared losses of the only important people in their lives. Their relationship was never the same after their colonies left, but at least they always had each other as reminders of their days as world powers.
Title: St. Georges Day
Rating: K
Characters: Portugal (OC), England
Pairings: hinted USUK and Portugal/Brazil
Summery: Portugal is nice enough to come over for St. Georges Day
England woke up at the crack of dawn as he always did. After his shower, he trudged, still half asleep, into his kitchen. When he caught sight of the feet hanging off the edge of his couch he stopped abruptly. "Portugal?"
A pair of sea green eyes popped open and a head of messy hair peeked over the top of his sofa. "Hmmm?"
England sighed internally, glad that it was Portugal and not someone else (like France or America) coming to bother him. The other nation was sitting up from one of his many naps, revealing a brown paper bag on his lap. England continued into his kitchen to make himself tea while his friend followed.
"What brings you here?" he asked conversationally, subtly pouring a quantity of port into his cup. Not that he needed to hide it, since port was a Portuguese alcohol. Aware of his manners, he prepared a cup for the other nation as well.
"Isn't it St. Georges Day?"
Surprised, England cast a glance at his calendar. "Bloody hell, you're right. I can't believe I forgot."
Portugal rolled his eyes, "So I thought I would make you lunch. I brought paella, and for dessert I got some pasteis de nata" he listed off excitedly. England wished, for the thousandth time in his life that Portugal could get excited about something other than food. Or football.
"Thank you, though I could have made lunch myself," he insisted. Portugal nodded absently, well aware it was pointless to argue, and went over to the stove to start cooking.
"America might stop buy later."
England scoffed. "Like that idiot remembers St. Georges Day."
"Maybe Canada will remind him," Portugal insisted.
"Who?"
"America's twin, remember?" At his friend's blank look, he just continued. "He'll remember today."
"I don't want that wanker to remember!"
"You know, denial isn't just a river in-"
"You were NOT about to say that."
Portugal shrugged and England scoffed, "how rich; you, of all people, talking about denial. What about Brazil?"
Portugal stopped seasoning the pan to glare at the other nation. "This has nothing to do with Brazil."
England huffed and the two stood silent in charged silence, England stirring a spoon in his empty cup and Portugal stirring his vegetables. When Portugal finished, he stepped away from his food as England looked up.
"Want to watch some football?" he asked calmly, gesturing to the television in the other room. England nodded and followed him in.
"Liverpool has done really well his season; last game they-...."
With that, the two eased into their usual conversations. Neither could really remember when the centuries old alliance had turned into this, full of shared losses of the only important people in their lives. Their relationship was never the same after their colonies left, but at least they always had each other as reminders of their days as world powers.