Battleships [3a/10]
anonymous
September 10 2011, 00:48:32 UTC
England had managed to catch her sometimes after the Eurozone meeting, getting her attention before she left. Naturally, several other nations had paused by the doorway as England searched for a polite way to bring up this particular loose end. Spain and France, in extra particular seemed to be exceptionally clumsy, repeatedly dropping and picking up their notes and briefcases: "Oh silly me." France murmured again, tone transparent, as he swept down to grab yet another leaf of paper and England scowled, trying to focus on his intended target.
Portugal - said target- had crossed her arms over her chest, short-sleeved but crisp white shirt neat over a business skirt that made her look either a great deal older or great deal younger than she actually was (depending on how you looked at it). What struck England the most was how her bandana was tied loosely on her upper-arm, which seemed odd to England, as it was there rather than in its customary place around her neck. A position currently taken up by a pair of goggles; both items were her remaining archipelagoes, Madeira and the Azores respectively. Whilst Madeira had generally remained somewhere on Portugal since she'd first found the kerchief in her sailing days, the Azores had seen their share of scratches, stolen by Spain at one point, and lent to the Allies during some of their Atlantic Missions in the wars. England even had a very goofy picture of America wearing the Azores, and giving a victory pose taken at some point during World War II.
America probably had no idea who the goggles had belonged to. Which was just as well.
"I'm really sorry to detain you," England smiled apologetically. Portugal adjusted the Azores onto her forehead with a sparky smile back.
"Senhor Inglaterra," Portugal gestured expressively with both hands, tucking them behind her head and laughing lightly. "It's been awhile since we spoke anything except business, so fixe, então? Tudo be-"
"One moment, please?"
England eyed the door where most of Europe was taking its time to leave. Green eyes leveled with France's blue ones, and narrowed warningly. Sniffily, France shrugged and stepped out, followed by the other lurkers with equal reluctance.
"Ah, so where were we, Pip?"
"You were giving me Gibraltar."
"Har har," England huffed, and Portugal gave her most disingenuous smile, coaxing a genuine one from England. "To tell you the truth, I was actually hoping to discuss a sensitive matter with you."
"It's not Cornwall, because I really wish that had been a euphemis-"
"Pip!" England cut over, voice slightly too much of a squeak for Portugal's jibe to be entirely false, and she arched an eyebrow. "Please be serious."
Portugal poked her tongue out, but pulled her chair back out and flopped into it energetically, but England noted the thinness about her wrists; the recession was hitting her hard.
"Now, this is a bit of a sensitive matter, well, I suppose," England paused. "I'm hoping it won't be that much of a sensitive matter, quite frankly I'd plain forgotten about it, and-"
"Shiu, shiu," Portugal yawned, stretching tiredly on the spot, arms stretched in the air, and shirt hitching as she tried to crack her back. Working the kinks out. "To the point, apressar-se?"
"Ah, of course." England reached into his suit jacket, and took out a meticulously folded series of forms, and uncreased them on the table in front of Portugal. "I apologize for being such a bother, and taking up your time, but it won't take too long."
Portugal surveyed the affidavit of service forms, green eyes catching on the emblazoned word DIVORCE that jumped out at it. "You would like a divorce?"
"Yes, though I can assure you I'll manage the paperwork so truly, it won't be too much of an annoyance for you," A winning smile, but Portugal only looked confused. "But I will require your signatures on these for-"
Battleships [3b/10]
anonymous
September 10 2011, 00:52:47 UTC
"Ih? I thought we divorced when Espanha came to live with me." Portugal sounded more puzzled than anything else.
"No, we didn't, actually," England gave a laugh, relaxing. "Almost an oversight really, since you called him your husba-"
"Psiu," Portugal laughed back. "He was so bossy!"
"I suppose that made him a typical husband," England was smiling quite happily; of course he could trust his oldest ally to not hold such a thing over his head. It had been many years ago, and aside from Angola, things had been pleasant on both sides, of course she'd not threaten to tell anyone. In such a good mood, he plucked a pen out of his shirt pocket, and clicking it neatly offered it to Portugal, who took it. Paused, looking at the pen, and then squinting at England.
"Não." She decided, setting it down.
"E-Excuse me?" His voice came out in a startled staccato.
"You're excused." Portugal rejoined, used to England's little outbursts.
"Why ever not?"
"Well," Portugal adjusted the Azores, a grin spreading over her face. "To think we've been apart this whole time, mau!" She gave a dramatically dejected face. "You have been a dreadful husband," Portugal gave a long suffering sigh. "Letting me think we weren't married all these years."
"Filipa," He tried to urge her away from such horrible joking. "Filipa Portia Costa Cavalho Gaun-"
"Kirkland" Portugal correct sunnily. "Filipa Portia Costa Cavalho Kirkland Avis."
He glared, and she resolutely grinned back. "Don't play around; this is important."
"Pst, why?"
"Well, I need a divorce..."
"Who do you wish to marry?"
"Uh." England stopped, unwilling to elaborate, and flushed a furious, almost flamboyant in shade, red. "Nobody, my dear, I just don't feel we should be married if we're not actually together."
"Well of course we're together," Portugal explained patiently, so much so, England wanted to tear his hair out. "We're married, tontinho."
"We're not anymore, and I don't feel comfortab-"
"I don't mind."
He studied her, eyes narrowed, and trying to find the slightest hint of ulterior motive behind sparkly, iberian-sun bright green eyes. Portugal gave nothing, except the slightest of hums as she waited for him to reply. Finally, he decided, Portugal's motives were impossible to discern.
"What do you want?"
"Eh?" She gave a shrug, and pushed back her chair to get to her feet. "Nothing really."
"Well surely, there must be something I can offer you."
Battleships [3c/10]
anonymous
September 10 2011, 00:55:52 UTC
"Dinner would be nice." Portugal clambered up to her feet, her grin still toothily tantalizing on her face. Oh she knew, alright, she knew England wanted to get married to somebody else, and she was going to grind him to the bone and make him jump through hoops for it. The thought of appeasing her - always a capricious nation - soured England's mood further.
"You'll sign the papers then?" England asked, not truly expecting her to say yes, but at least hopeful.
"Não 'brigada~" And with that honesty, Portugal pecked England on the cheek, bouncing up on her toes to reach him - short though he was, she was still shorter - and danced off towards the door. "Seven's fine; you pick me up from my embassy!" England could only stare after her in mute agony, as he considered exactly what his resources were, and exactly what Portugal would demand of him. At almost 100% GDP in debt, it was astounding that he would have considered money to be the easiest thing to give.
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Madeira and Azores are the two remaining external territories of Portugal, both in the Atlantic Ocean. The Azores were lent out to Britain in WWI, and America-England in WWII. My version of Portugal wears Madeira as a bandana round her neck, and the Azores as a pair of goggles on her head.
Fixe - Slang for "cool" in Eu. Portuguese
Então? Tudo Bem? - Translates as casual 'hey, how are you?' i n Eu. Portuguese
Gibraltar - A British territory in the iberian peninsular and thus, near Spain and Portugal. I bet England keeps a "Gibraltar" item on his mantlepiece...
Cornwall - Area in England, I leave you to decide what these two are talking about ;D
Shiu - Bz. Portuguese interjective for hush, I think it carries through to Eu, but my portuguese friend has decided to be stupid and not around D<
Apressar-se - Portuguese for hurry up, common to both variations.
Ih - Interjective of conclusion, similar to British 'huh/eh'
Espanha - Spain; briefly allied to Portugal similar to Austo-Hungary (despite Anglo-Portuguese Alliance, which remained strangely intact) but when Spain tried to interfere in Portugal's internal government, Portugal kicked them out on the curb.
Psiu - Relative to shiu, I think it's more archaic though.
Angola - England and Portugal fought over the territory of Angola, and the Portuguese of the time considered it a horrible breach of the Anglo-Portuguese alliance. In retaliation to the humiliating whipping the British Empire did of them, their national anthem sported several verses on killing the British for quite some time. A variation of this anthem is the current national anthem. Alliance was left intact though - they even fight like a married couple.
Não - Denial, negative, portuguese.
Mau - Portuguese interjective of discontentment, or suffering; bit uncommon to eu though from what I gathered.
Kirkland - Portuguese typically have six names, including four surnames (maternal and paternal lines inclusive, y'see, like the Spanish) and whilst Filipa did not have parents, she does have the correct amount of names. She often swaps them at will, and whim, which is a slight reference to the political shifting of Portugal as a country. Truly quite a bit more dynamic than I would expect. Here she claims Arthur's last name, since they're "married" and interestingly enough puts the name second to Avis xD
Pst - Interjective, used to attract attention. I suspect I am using it wrong... =/
Tontinho - Diminutive of a word that literally means "dizzy" and is used to mean a "fool" colloquially.
Não 'brigada - No thank you, feminine reflective form.
GDP - Gross Domestic Product, last I checked UK was on 95% but I'm lazy and don't re-check.
ALSO! I will reply to your comments and pop part four up hopefully by tonight or tomorrow morning; sorry about the delays though. I intend to make it up to you with some reallyfail!art which is apt considering this is reallyfail!writing ono
Things have been a bit hectic right now, so here's some Portugal&ChibBrazil... +Chibimerica for an apology and give me a few days, I apologize /grr.. I had hoped to update by now ;;;
I also apologize for my art - as you might have guessed, I am a writer, not a drawer xD;;
Portugal - said target- had crossed her arms over her chest, short-sleeved but crisp white shirt neat over a business skirt that made her look either a great deal older or great deal younger than she actually was (depending on how you looked at it). What struck England the most was how her bandana was tied loosely on her upper-arm, which seemed odd to England, as it was there rather than in its customary place around her neck. A position currently taken up by a pair of goggles; both items were her remaining archipelagoes, Madeira and the Azores respectively. Whilst Madeira had generally remained somewhere on Portugal since she'd first found the kerchief in her sailing days, the Azores had seen their share of scratches, stolen by Spain at one point, and lent to the Allies during some of their Atlantic Missions in the wars. England even had a very goofy picture of America wearing the Azores, and giving a victory pose taken at some point during World War II.
America probably had no idea who the goggles had belonged to. Which was just as well.
"I'm really sorry to detain you," England smiled apologetically. Portugal adjusted the Azores onto her forehead with a sparky smile back.
"Senhor Inglaterra," Portugal gestured expressively with both hands, tucking them behind her head and laughing lightly. "It's been awhile since we spoke anything except business, so fixe, então? Tudo be-"
"One moment, please?"
England eyed the door where most of Europe was taking its time to leave. Green eyes leveled with France's blue ones, and narrowed warningly. Sniffily, France shrugged and stepped out, followed by the other lurkers with equal reluctance.
"Ah, so where were we, Pip?"
"You were giving me Gibraltar."
"Har har," England huffed, and Portugal gave her most disingenuous smile, coaxing a genuine one from England. "To tell you the truth, I was actually hoping to discuss a sensitive matter with you."
"It's not Cornwall, because I really wish that had been a euphemis-"
"Pip!" England cut over, voice slightly too much of a squeak for Portugal's jibe to be entirely false, and she arched an eyebrow. "Please be serious."
Portugal poked her tongue out, but pulled her chair back out and flopped into it energetically, but England noted the thinness about her wrists; the recession was hitting her hard.
"Now, this is a bit of a sensitive matter, well, I suppose," England paused. "I'm hoping it won't be that much of a sensitive matter, quite frankly I'd plain forgotten about it, and-"
"Shiu, shiu," Portugal yawned, stretching tiredly on the spot, arms stretched in the air, and shirt hitching as she tried to crack her back. Working the kinks out. "To the point, apressar-se?"
"Ah, of course." England reached into his suit jacket, and took out a meticulously folded series of forms, and uncreased them on the table in front of Portugal. "I apologize for being such a bother, and taking up your time, but it won't take too long."
Portugal surveyed the affidavit of service forms, green eyes catching on the emblazoned word DIVORCE that jumped out at it. "You would like a divorce?"
"Yes, though I can assure you I'll manage the paperwork so truly, it won't be too much of an annoyance for you," A winning smile, but Portugal only looked confused. "But I will require your signatures on these for-"
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"No, we didn't, actually," England gave a laugh, relaxing. "Almost an oversight really, since you called him your husba-"
"Psiu," Portugal laughed back. "He was so bossy!"
"I suppose that made him a typical husband," England was smiling quite happily; of course he could trust his oldest ally to not hold such a thing over his head. It had been many years ago, and aside from Angola, things had been pleasant on both sides, of course she'd not threaten to tell anyone. In such a good mood, he plucked a pen out of his shirt pocket, and clicking it neatly offered it to Portugal, who took it. Paused, looking at the pen, and then squinting at England.
"Não." She decided, setting it down.
"E-Excuse me?" His voice came out in a startled staccato.
"You're excused." Portugal rejoined, used to England's little outbursts.
"Why ever not?"
"Well," Portugal adjusted the Azores, a grin spreading over her face. "To think we've been apart this whole time, mau!" She gave a dramatically dejected face. "You have been a dreadful husband," Portugal gave a long suffering sigh. "Letting me think we weren't married all these years."
"Filipa," He tried to urge her away from such horrible joking. "Filipa Portia Costa Cavalho Gaun-"
"Kirkland" Portugal correct sunnily. "Filipa Portia Costa Cavalho Kirkland Avis."
He glared, and she resolutely grinned back. "Don't play around; this is important."
"Pst, why?"
"Well, I need a divorce..."
"Who do you wish to marry?"
"Uh." England stopped, unwilling to elaborate, and flushed a furious, almost flamboyant in shade, red. "Nobody, my dear, I just don't feel we should be married if we're not actually together."
"Well of course we're together," Portugal explained patiently, so much so, England wanted to tear his hair out. "We're married, tontinho."
"We're not anymore, and I don't feel comfortab-"
"I don't mind."
He studied her, eyes narrowed, and trying to find the slightest hint of ulterior motive behind sparkly, iberian-sun bright green eyes. Portugal gave nothing, except the slightest of hums as she waited for him to reply. Finally, he decided, Portugal's motives were impossible to discern.
"What do you want?"
"Eh?" She gave a shrug, and pushed back her chair to get to her feet. "Nothing really."
"Well surely, there must be something I can offer you."
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"You'll sign the papers then?" England asked, not truly expecting her to say yes, but at least hopeful.
"Não 'brigada~" And with that honesty, Portugal pecked England on the cheek, bouncing up on her toes to reach him - short though he was, she was still shorter - and danced off towards the door. "Seven's fine; you pick me up from my embassy!" England could only stare after her in mute agony, as he considered exactly what his resources were, and exactly what Portugal would demand of him. At almost 100% GDP in debt, it was astounding that he would have considered money to be the easiest thing to give.
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Madeira and Azores are the two remaining external territories of Portugal, both in the Atlantic Ocean. The Azores were lent out to Britain in WWI, and America-England in WWII. My version of Portugal wears Madeira as a bandana round her neck, and the Azores as a pair of goggles on her head.
Fixe - Slang for "cool" in Eu. Portuguese
Então? Tudo Bem? - Translates as casual 'hey, how are you?' i n Eu. Portuguese
Gibraltar - A British territory in the iberian peninsular and thus, near Spain and Portugal. I bet England keeps a "Gibraltar" item on his mantlepiece...
Cornwall - Area in England, I leave you to decide what these two are talking about ;D
Shiu - Bz. Portuguese interjective for hush, I think it carries through to Eu, but my portuguese friend has decided to be stupid and not around D<
Apressar-se - Portuguese for hurry up, common to both variations.
Ih - Interjective of conclusion, similar to British 'huh/eh'
Espanha - Spain; briefly allied to Portugal similar to Austo-Hungary (despite Anglo-Portuguese Alliance, which remained strangely intact) but when Spain tried to interfere in Portugal's internal government, Portugal kicked them out on the curb.
Psiu - Relative to shiu, I think it's more archaic though.
Angola - England and Portugal fought over the territory of Angola, and the Portuguese of the time considered it a horrible breach of the Anglo-Portuguese alliance. In retaliation to the humiliating whipping the British Empire did of them, their national anthem sported several verses on killing the British for quite some time. A variation of this anthem is the current national anthem. Alliance was left intact though - they even fight like a married couple.
Não - Denial, negative, portuguese.
Mau - Portuguese interjective of discontentment, or suffering; bit uncommon to eu though from what I gathered.
Kirkland - Portuguese typically have six names, including four surnames (maternal and paternal lines inclusive, y'see, like the Spanish) and whilst Filipa did not have parents, she does have the correct amount of names. She often swaps them at will, and whim, which is a slight reference to the political shifting of Portugal as a country. Truly quite a bit more dynamic than I would expect. Here she claims Arthur's last name, since they're "married" and interestingly enough puts the name second to Avis xD
Pst - Interjective, used to attract attention. I suspect I am using it wrong... =/
Tontinho - Diminutive of a word that literally means "dizzy" and is used to mean a "fool" colloquially.
Não 'brigada - No thank you, feminine reflective form.
GDP - Gross Domestic Product, last I checked UK was on 95% but I'm lazy and don't re-check.
ALSO! I will reply to your comments and pop part four up hopefully by tonight or tomorrow morning; sorry about the delays though. I intend to make it up to you with some reallyfail!art which is apt considering this is reallyfail!writing ono
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This is an exciting read! But wow, this relationship is... complicated.
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Brill work so far a!anon <3
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Things have been a bit hectic right now, so here's some Portugal&ChibBrazil... +Chibimerica for an apology and give me a few days, I apologize /grr.. I had hoped to update by now ;;;
I also apologize for my art - as you might have guessed, I am a writer, not a drawer xD;;
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