[Fanfic] The Origin of the Smile
‘This is it!’ Portugal yelped at the sight of the approaching coast line. He was so excited that he swung his old compass back and forward while pointing his other hand to the seaport ahead.
‘Quick! Fasten the sail! We’re finally here!’ his joyful command gave the crews some strange energetic push. Portugal decided he’d prefer keeping himself a cheerful captain rather than a frightening one. It had been months since he left home to find a spice trade route with India. He was exhausted and his crews were fallen sick one by one. It was one of the most depressing quests in his sailor life but he was glad he didn’t give in.
The ship was anchored at the port. It was crowded and busy as expected from a popular country.
‘Now, I’ll go on ahead to look for India. You guys should get some rest. I’ll be back in a few days with spice and herbs and whole lots of food enough for us to last the long trip back home!!’ Portugal seemed to dance down the port deck as he sang. Some of his crews were already spread to the lively seafood market near the port.
‘Arrrg…they didn’t even listen to me’ he pouted but quickly turn to his usual carefree self. ‘Well, as long as they’re happy, I couldn’t care less’. He broke out a loud laugh, not even realizing the younger country who bumped into him from behind.
‘Ah, my glasses!’ the younger country retorted as his rounded glasses fell on the ground. Portugal turned back to look for the source of the sound when he heard a loud crush under his boot.
‘…’ the younger country was shocked by the scene of his crushed glasses. His eyes were brimmed with tears.
‘Ah, you must be the famous India. I’m Portugal. It’s nice to make your acquaintan..ARCHH!!’ the said country fell on his knees. He had no idea what happened that make him felt a sharp pain in his groin. He looked up with his teary, teal colored eyes to see a young country no taller than his waist sobbing in silence. His small hand was holding broken glasses.
‘You!’ he began to sob harder ‘China gave this to me for my birthday present.’ He wiped clean his face when he started to feel tears rolling down. ‘and I can’t find this thing anywhere else’ he whined.
‘You can get the new one anywhere’ Portugal protested through his gritted teeth. ‘They’re just glasses. But you..brat..you don’t have to crack down my vital region!’ his teal eyes were almost turn red with anger. But when he had a good look at the younger country, he almost choked himself.
‘Austria! Wh… what are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be..’
‘My name is Siam [i] not Austria. And if you are looking for India, he’s up there to the north.’ Thailand frowned deeply at the sight of the kneeling country. He turned back to leave but Portugal grabbed his ankle and pin his foot to the ground. Thailand glared back at him.
‘Are you sure that’s a good idea? I can use both of my feet as if they were hands, you know?’ Thailand’s glare was even sharper but Portugal’s grip too, was tighter than before. He smirked at the younger country while his other hand went down his petty coat, reaching the pocket. He grabbed the hard object firmly, ready to swing it to the shorter form in front of him. Thailand seemed so naïve that he didn’t even realize the situation, Portugal thought. Little he knew that the younger country was more than ready to spring the other foot as a finishing blow.
‘A~HA!!!!’ Portugal swung his hand out of his coat. He barely made the dodge from a deathly kick that aim at his chin. Thailand turned pale at the sight of Portugal’ sudden attack. All he could do was steadying his arms to protect his upper body.
‘Here you go~’ Portugal tapped the mysterious object slightly on Thailand’s head. To much of Thailand’s surprise, it turned out to be a sweet-smell stick that resembled a piece of wood.
‘Kids shouldn’t act so violently. You’re still so young, you should enjoy your life more instead of being grumpy all day long’ Portugal gave him a wide grin. Thailand was taken aback for seconds before he took the caramel from Portugal. His face reddened and a light frown appeared between his brows.
‘Kob Kun Krub [ii]’ he was almost mumbling it to himself but it was still loud enough for the older country to hear. Portugal chuckled at the boy who was fidgeting with major awkwardness, both his ears were already flaming.
Portugal patted the boy on the back of his head. Thailand didn’t smile but he didn’t seem to hate it either. ‘Hmm~ you really look like Austria, you know? You guys are around the same age too’
‘Who’s this Austria guy?’ Thailand looked up at him as he licked the candy. Portugal didn’t understand why Thailand still glared at him now that his attitude was getting much friendlier than a few minutes ago.
‘Some noble kid around my house. Nah! He’s not really a noble, only… that he acts exactly like one.’ Portugal led out a thundering laugh. Thailand looked confused but he was too busy enjoying his caramel than to raise another question.
[i] Thailand’s original name
[ii] Honorable form of saying 'Thank you', the additional ending is used when talking to someone older to show respect.
‘Quick! Fasten the sail! We’re finally here!’ his joyful command gave the crews some strange energetic push. Portugal decided he’d prefer keeping himself a cheerful captain rather than a frightening one. It had been months since he left home to find a spice trade route with India. He was exhausted and his crews were fallen sick one by one. It was one of the most depressing quests in his sailor life but he was glad he didn’t give in.
The ship was anchored at the port. It was crowded and busy as expected from a popular country.
‘Now, I’ll go on ahead to look for India. You guys should get some rest. I’ll be back in a few days with spice and herbs and whole lots of food enough for us to last the long trip back home!!’ Portugal seemed to dance down the port deck as he sang. Some of his crews were already spread to the lively seafood market near the port.
‘Arrrg…they didn’t even listen to me’ he pouted but quickly turn to his usual carefree self. ‘Well, as long as they’re happy, I couldn’t care less’. He broke out a loud laugh, not even realizing the younger country who bumped into him from behind.
‘Ah, my glasses!’ the younger country retorted as his rounded glasses fell on the ground. Portugal turned back to look for the source of the sound when he heard a loud crush under his boot.
‘…’ the younger country was shocked by the scene of his crushed glasses. His eyes were brimmed with tears.
‘Ah, you must be the famous India. I’m Portugal. It’s nice to make your acquaintan..ARCHH!!’ the said country fell on his knees. He had no idea what happened that make him felt a sharp pain in his groin. He looked up with his teary, teal colored eyes to see a young country no taller than his waist sobbing in silence. His small hand was holding broken glasses.
‘You!’ he began to sob harder ‘China gave this to me for my birthday present.’ He wiped clean his face when he started to feel tears rolling down. ‘and I can’t find this thing anywhere else’ he whined.
‘You can get the new one anywhere’ Portugal protested through his gritted teeth. ‘They’re just glasses. But you..brat..you don’t have to crack down my vital region!’ his teal eyes were almost turn red with anger. But when he had a good look at the younger country, he almost choked himself.
‘Austria! Wh… what are you doing here? Aren’t you suppose to be..’
‘My name is Siam [i] not Austria. And if you are looking for India, he’s up there to the north.’ Thailand frowned deeply at the sight of the kneeling country. He turned back to leave but Portugal grabbed his ankle and pin his foot to the ground. Thailand glared back at him.
‘Are you sure that’s a good idea? I can use both of my feet as if they were hands, you know?’ Thailand’s glare was even sharper but Portugal’s grip too, was tighter than before. He smirked at the younger country while his other hand went down his petty coat, reaching the pocket. He grabbed the hard object firmly, ready to swing it to the shorter form in front of him. Thailand seemed so naïve that he didn’t even realize the situation, Portugal thought. Little he knew that the younger country was more than ready to spring the other foot as a finishing blow.
‘A~HA!!!!’ Portugal swung his hand out of his coat. He barely made the dodge from a deathly kick that aim at his chin. Thailand turned pale at the sight of Portugal’ sudden attack. All he could do was steadying his arms to protect his upper body.
‘Here you go~’ Portugal tapped the mysterious object slightly on Thailand’s head. To much of Thailand’s surprise, it turned out to be a sweet-smell stick that resembled a piece of wood.
‘Kids shouldn’t act so violently. You’re still so young, you should enjoy your life more instead of being grumpy all day long’ Portugal gave him a wide grin. Thailand was taken aback for seconds before he took the caramel from Portugal. His face reddened and a light frown appeared between his brows.
‘Kob Kun Krub [ii]’ he was almost mumbling it to himself but it was still loud enough for the older country to hear. Portugal chuckled at the boy who was fidgeting with major awkwardness, both his ears were already flaming.
Portugal patted the boy on the back of his head. Thailand didn’t smile but he didn’t seem to hate it either. ‘Hmm~ you really look like Austria, you know? You guys are around the same age too’
‘Who’s this Austria guy?’ Thailand looked up at him as he licked the candy. Portugal didn’t understand why Thailand still glared at him now that his attitude was getting much friendlier than a few minutes ago.
‘Some noble kid around my house. Nah! He’s not really a noble, only… that he acts exactly like one.’ Portugal led out a thundering laugh. Thailand looked confused but he was too busy enjoying his caramel than to raise another question.
[i] Thailand’s original name
[ii] Honorable form of saying 'Thank you', the additional ending is used when talking to someone older to show respect.