wetting his carnations, smoking his pipe when he pauses abruptly. His senses were tingling, the Dutch was around...

tried to keep a low profile, since he didn't like attention on him. But it was obvious that he stood out. At least he didn't have anything blatantly Dutch on him.

pauses and goes to put some clothes and shoes on, leaving his house and taking a bus to Lisboa, where he guesses the other was. He's walking around, searching near the statue of Pedro IV.

sighed and lit a cigarette, finding this more stressful then he'd like. He just wanted to save money, and now he's in a land that he really didn't want to be in.

spots him near a winery store. Since when Holanda buys Port wine? He rolls his eyes, walking over and tapping his shoulder, forcing him to turn around. "Diz-me, what are you doing here?!"

narrowed his eyes as slowly turned around, knowing that voice well. He brushed his shoulder before exhaling some smoke into his face. "Nothing. I regret even setting foot here."

's nostrils flare at the smoke, but he doesn't flinch at his -- the bastard just had to smoke a good cigarette, no? "Well, I wasn't the one who invited you in... What, looking for my brother again?" he hisses.

growled. "Nee. I should have known better. The idiot Dane said there was something here I needed, but there's nothing but regret and anger."

tilts his chin up, looking smug. "I'm not being angry." He hisses, then pauses and decides to be the better man for once. "Alright, Holanda, what do you need in your poor frigid heart?" He smirks a bit.

crossed his arms, not liking his attitude but didn't expect anything less from him. "I was told I could find some... decent, art supplies here."

((Whoops))

kept glaring at him and crossed his arms, not liking his attitude but didn't expect anything less from him. "I was told I could find some... decent, art supplies here."

hums. "Ah, that we do have... But the wines caught your eye first, or what?" he points to the store behind the dutch, not flinching at his glare. God, that cigarette... he just wanted to steal it.

nodded a little. "It's just been a while since I've had wine... and it seems cheaper here than at home." He took another long drag, flicking the ash to the ground after, not noticing how much the other seemed

to crave it.

shrugs. "It's the only thing I can imagine you'd only find here, and need..." He shrugs, looking away with a huff. "Do you want to buy it first? I'll translate for you."

mumbled a bit but nodded again. He didn't like not speaking the language, but he wasn't going to go out of his way to learn it. He had no real reason to.

reaches over to take the other's cigarette, quickly running his fingers over the other's lips to do it before he takes a long drag, guiding him into the shop.

twitched when the other got closer, before standing speechless after his cig was taken. He rubbed his lips vigorously before flaring up at the other a bit. "What the hell was that for?" He followed him none

the less though.

shrugs. "Payment for the trouble." he adds simply, putting out the cig and pocketing it for later. He greets the owner once he's there, guiding the Dutch around. "So, what are your tastes?"

mumbled quietly then licked his lips, already missing the taste. He shrugged as he looked around. "I don't like bitterness."

hums. "Then we'll settle for liquored Port, if you want, or white wine, from Douro... There's those, red, too, more round to the taste." he waves a hand. "And the cheap, daily wines."

looked at a few bottles, liking the care taken into them, even if he'd never say that out loud. "I prefer red wine, but if the daily wines aren't bad then that'll do."

hums. "You could use something more classy." He picks three bottles that are average, not daily, but not too expensive. "Those should do, from Alentejo."

almost starting to suspect him for being nice, just because he wasn't use to this. "Are you sure?"

could use the money. "Yes, do you need more?" He huffs, placing the bottles on the counter. "I'm trying to be civil, for once..."

shrugged. "A few more, then." He had no one to drink them with, but this would give him an excuse to not come back here. He was surprised to see the other being civil.

gets only three more then, placing them on the counter next. "There you go." he waves a hand, leaving him to pay for the bottles as he saw fit.

glanced at the price as they were added up, mentally wincing as he handed over some euros. He didn't really need all this wine... he didn't even know why he was buying it all.

hums, walking outside and lighting up the other's cigarette again, grinning to himself as he inhales some smoke. He was merely doing Holanda a favor, showing him good beverage for once.

collected the bottles and put them in a bag before stepping out soon after, noticing instantly the smell of his cigarette from before.

raises one eyebrow at him, the cigarette dangling from his lips. "Ready?" He mutters, placing a hand on his pocket as he smokes.

raised his brow. "For what?" He couldn't help but eye the cigarette, noticing how well it seemed to suit the other.

hums. "Don't you want the painting supplies, bunny boy?" he teases, sucking on the filter before he blows some smoke out.

felt his eye twitch and huffed. "Don't call me that. But supplies, ja." He pulled out another cig to light it, unable to help the crave anymore.

chuckles. "Then follow me..." he hums, licking his own lips as he begins to walk. "We'll be there soon."

nodded his head as he followed him, quietly analysing him and how he walked.

walks with some pride just because he knows the place, happy he's smoking a better cigarette than the usual brand he buys, although he tries hard to hide that.

could possibly send him some if he mentioned he liked the brand. He wouldn't go out of his way though to offer.

hums. "You know, you could send me more of that stuff..." What was he doing, even, asking for a Dutch cigarette! He needed to control the cravings...

couldn't help but shine a bit of a smirk. "Asking for resources, are you?"

looks up at hims and huffs some smoke at hus face. "Watch you tongue, Holanda..." He nods then. "But yes, I am."

smirked more at that, feeling smug. "Depending on how good these art supplies are, I might send over a few cartons for you."

raises one eyebrow. "Who knows? Might surprise you..." He hums, taking a turn before the square, making his way to the end of an alley. "There." he points, leaning over to whisper against his ear. "Try not to_

let your jaw drop." The store is indeed a good one, although small and focused on porcelain panting.

rolled his eyes, not even remembering having ever done that towards art supplies. As he got closer and looked around though, he was surprised to see the quality of them.

- "I'll wait here, while you pick your stuff, deal?" He offers, scratching his head as he puts out his cigarette, sighing a bit.

nodded and looked over the materials in detail. He would have felt a bit awkward if the other followed him as it were. He never rushed when buying supplies. He eventually got all he wanted and went to pay.

leans against the back of the alley, outside, watching people pass as he fixed his hair a bit, whistling a song.

stepped out a bit after with his bag of supplies and wine, fixing his scarf tighter around his neck. "At least I wasn't lied to about the deals."

just smirks because there is a Dutch leaving his money in Portugal, life is sweet. "Oh, really? Guess the Dane does know..." He steps a bit closer. "See, if you left your house more often — and I don't mean_

Red Light District here — you'd have known." He grins.

huffed and looked away from him. "I barely leave my house, let alone my country now. Everyone should know that."

crosses his arms, staring intently at his back. "See, that's not even healthy, but you push it on like a kid posing as cool." He rolls his eyes. "Grow up."

turned enough to glare at him. "My country is great. Why should I leave it, when it has everything I need and want?"

glares back. "Because it's not that great, because it'd do you some good... Because last time you left it, you played Empire on my colonies and I kicked you out, is that why?" He hisses, then smirks. "Yeah,_

maybe you really should keep it to your great country instead..."

growled quietly, and would have punched him if he didn't have bags in his hands. "You would have benefited from my Empire just as much as I would have from you."

shifts, eyeing him up and down. "What are you even saying now?" He chuckles, as if he couldn't believe was he was hearing. "We had a trade with the sugar, you fucked it up."

huffs, getting more aggregated. "It gets to a point where cost isn't worth the merchandise. If your prices were reasonable, things would be different now."

licks his own lips, hesitating. "Because it's always my fault, no?" He feels like punching him now, God, he does. "You take the cue of my union with Spain to push your stupid boats over my colonies and_

it's my fault? My prices were unreasonable?!"

got close to his face, for once breaking his own personal space. "Your kind is unreasonable."

tilts his chin up, glaring into his eyes and definitely not pulling back, no matter how uncomfortably close they were. "Your kind is worse, bunny boy." He replies bitterly, hands curling into fists.

growled more before headbutting him.

hisses, stumbling back and reaching over to rub his forehead, baring his teeth. He doesn't hesitate to move forward, however, grabbing the other by the scarf and punching his cheek with a right hook stronger_

than you'd give Portugal the credit for. The bags are long forgotten in the corner of the alley.

choked a bit from the sudden pull on his scarf, along with the punch. He didn't hold back now, and hit the other as hard as he could in the jaw. He wasn't expecting that kind of power from the other nation.

sets his legs a bit apart, holding his jaw for a moment, surprised. He groans, the grabs the other by the forearms and tries to push him down to the floor, using all his strength.

pushed back against him, though due to the unexpectedness of it he stepped back, steeping awkwardly on the uneven ground and lost some of his balance.

grins as he uses the momentum to push the other down, straddling him and punching him jaw, aiming to break it.

yelled out at that and blocked a few of the blows. A few times he went to grab at the others neck, wanting to strangle him.

breathing heavily by the time he's gripping tight at the other's shirt, the Dutch's hands on his neck, squeezing it. He twitches his lips, blood dripping down from it. "At least you didn't break the wine..."

loosened his grip a bit, narrowing his eyes at him. "... Really?" He coughed a bit, licking sweat off his lips. "We're in the middle of a fight... and all you care about is wine?"

chuckles. "You want me to pity you instead?" He offers, panting as the other looses his grip. "Because that I can do easily, given how you're already down there..." He smirks.

glared and shoved the other off him before sitting up. "I never need pity."

didn't expect that, so he just rolls to the side, sitting up with a frown. "So strong, so manly..." He teases, and he really wishes he could stop, he could be a better man than that, but he really can't.

glared at him some more before wiping his lips and getting up. "You're not worth my time."

gets up after a while, wiping at his lips and shakes his head. "You're not welcome here." He adds, turning his back on him, glad the blood is keeping the taste of the other's cigs away.

picked up his bags and headed away. "I'd never come back to this low life land anyways."

grabs the nearest thing, a vase, and throws at his head. "Seu merdinha!" he yells.

yelled when it hit him and whipped around, wishing he had some kind of weapon on him just to get even. "You're just like that Spanish asshole." He put all the bags in one hand as he rubbed the back of his

head, finding it damp from a small cut.

growls. "You shut the fuck up about my little brother!" he yells, pointing towards the airport. "Get out of my sight!"

... smirked and looked to him. "Or you'll do what? Is freedom of speech not apart of your law? I can say what I want about any idiot Spanish bastard."

shaking from anger. "Don't you talk about freedom..." Heck, didn't the bastard know he had had a dictatorship once! "But not on my house, I will not allow you to badmouth Antonio." He hisses.

shrugs. "No matter what you say, he's only ever going to be a useless, pathetic excuse for a nation. Even North Italy has more balls than him."

walks closer, raising his voice. He doesn't like to scream, but Ned is pushing it. "What is wrong with you?! You come to my lands, you offend my family! Are you done, or do I have to call Belgium a whore for_

you to get out?" He yells. "Get out of my fucking sight!"

punched him square in the face. He didn't like his family insulted either.

yells, covering his broken jaw at that. He doesn't answer, just glares pointedly at him.

panted quietly as the punch took more out of him then he'd admit. He shook his hand lightly to get feeling back into it before heading off again, taking his bags. He didn't think either was a winner here.

doesn't think so either. He keeps his face covered, shoulders slumped as he heads back home, to treat his injuries.

cursed quietly as he walked to the airport, wanting to get out of here. At least he got what he came for. Even though the fight did seem to make him more alive, he wouldn't admit that to himself fully.

((so done with those two and their unresolved tension... haha, welp, that was fun))

((Yes. BD It actually was quite a bit of fun. XD ))