whistles. "And you, not getting married any soon?"

smiles when she sees him, but her expression has a hint of disbelief. "Uncle, do you recall me ever being married in all my years? I don't think I'm suited to it...I'd get bored, and all then men in my home_

_think a wife is also a maid and a chef, and someone that should drop everything to hop into bed with them. No thank you, I'd kill them first." But with the way she's gazing at the road, it's obvious that she's

_entertained the idea more than once.

ruffles her hair and kisses her forehead. "Teenagers are so brash..." Her laughs at her descriptions, not admitting he was once like this. "I suppose, but then they grow up... Well, some do." He pauses to_

look at the celebration anyway. "But it is a nice party, in a very singular way..."

frowns a little "Some get worse. Humans generally do..." The party at least is fun. "We can go to the reception if you want. Lots of free food, open bar, then should have tassa....or hell, we can go to the_

_temple for the ceremony. Nice change from all your Catholicism, huh Uncle?"

rolls his eyes. "What's with you kids always poking fun at my religion?" he huffs, but laughs a bit and nods. "Sure, we can go and you explain my better along the way.. what's tassa?"

nudges him. "It's cause you're so strict about it. Tassa is tassa! Like...they play drums and you dance. Tassa."

to see this tassa to understand it... Still, he rolls his eyes. "I'm not so strict about it! There's a moral code, you follow it." He huffs. Was he that strict? Well, his brother was worse.

rolls her eyes right back. "There's moral code, and there's forceful conformity. We don't even have a set religion, everyone does what they want. Is that so hard?"

shrugs. ""As much as they're respecting the other, no it isn't." He rubs his temples. "C'mon, I'm not here to preach, not again..." He doesn't think it's forceful... Not nowadays, mostly. Maybe.

him a look. "Yea, well...maybe we'll just go to the reception. Open bar..."

smiles. "Last time you said Open Bar, I got to a meeting with an awful headache." He jokes.

grins at that. "That's because you didn't drink after you woke up. That always fixes hangovers."

frowns. "I wouldn't go t that meeting drunk, isn't it enough that Tonio barged into my room late that night and Germany heard it?" He blushes.

covers her ears. "Lalalala, don't need to hear about you and Papa, okay? Besides, not drunk. Just...tipsy enough to numb the pain."

huffs. "Don't forget the headache. How come you kids don't have it?!"

grins cheekily at him. "Cause we're smart enough to come up with better cures than all you old people."

sighs heavily. "I wonder where all that sass comes from..." His kids were the same, but hey, he wasn't witty!

laughs. "Well Mum's all dry humour, and Papa's just...kinda fruity, huh?"

crosses his arms. "Fruity?" Ok, he really had no idea about the meaning of that one...

if he's offended on behalf of him when he folds his arms like that. "Well...si. he's kinda...flamboyant, you know?"

just crosses his arms when he's thinking. "Ah, that!" He shouldn't tell her 'fruity' in portuguese means basically 'girly' but aye... "Ah, that he is!"

her Papa is that too. Well..these days, anyhow. "Si. So how's everything in your home?"

would laugh at that... Thank God he's calmed down. "Ah, it's snowing heavily... We don't get snow in December, but we have it in May." he groans.

laughs at that. "That's...weird. You're welcome to visit me if you need to get away from it."

nods. "Thanks... I also have my own children to visit, not that they're much into it, but I'll be sure to remember." He hums. "Other than the cold, it's all good..."

shivers a little at the thought. "That's good...I hate the cold. Sometimes I do visit Matthew or Alfred during ice box season. But I have to bundle up..."

hums. "Ah, it's nothing like those two have either! Well, unless you climb Serra da Estrela up... Unless you like cheese, then I can take you there."

hums. "I'm sure we can go, but maybe not all the way up." She didn't like the cold... "Why cheese?"

hums. "It's where my people produce a great cheese we have back in Portugal. It's nothing.. french, but I guarantee it's tasteful."

laughs softly at that. "Then I'll definitely come look at it. We'll make a day out of the hike or something, okay?"

nods. "It's a deal, but make sure you bring enough wamr clothes!"

some sweaters she'd bought for visiting Matthew. "I will. You should visit me more often too, Uncle."

ruffles her hair. "Certainly... Well, I am visiting you right now, am I not?" he smiles a bit.

doesn't even bother swatting at his hand. The dreads just flop back into her face. "Si, you are. But I mean more often~" She nudges his side. "Maybe come to my grand opening, if I ever get there."

chuckles. "Maybe by then you'll go back to a decent hairstyle..." he rolls his eyes. Honestly, she had the family's beautiful locks, and now for this.. hobo look. Teenagers nowadays! At least she didn't shave_

half her head off.

rolls her eyes. "It's plenty decent. Haven't you ever met Rastafarians? Some of the most decent people I've ever met." With the best ganja >>;; She's not a teenager anyhow! She at least appears to be in her_

_mid twenties....

...can't say he hasn't. "True but... you had such beautiful hairlocks!"

shrugs. "They're still pretty nice. I have all the time in the world to get bored of dreads. After this I might do canerows again. I'm kinda sick of seeing European hair everywhere...." Maybe she'd grow out_

_an afro or something. A small cute one. Who knew?

facepalms and sighs. "Ah, I suppose... As you wish, my dear."

grins a little at him. "What? It's just hair, Uncle. If you really want to see my hair that way, wait a century. I might do it then."

shakes his head as he can't stop himself from laughing. "Alright... Or you can let Romano cut yours, I heard he can do the job alright."

clutches her hair, a little scared. "What? Lovi might shave me bald!" Which...is actually helpful for when it's unbearably hot. Easier to maintain... "I annoy him too much to expect anything nice."

shakes his head. "You two... He didn't shave me bald, hmm?" He nudges her, the sun is starting to get to him too... Tropics, man.

him a look. "I think you have an easier time of getting revenge than I do."

lights up a cigarette. "You think so? He's quite the mafioso... A gunfight on both sides, not pretty."

scoffs. "He pretends to be a mafioso when he's not crying over Papa not paying attention to him, or stuttering over a cute girl...or crying and running away from Mum."

takes a drag then snickers a bit. "Well, crying over Spain we all are...' He says in a mocking tone, with a devious smirk. "Ah, Arthur is the problem, then... Here I thought it was just Ludwig."

rolls her eyes at that. Freaking...Papa. "Nah, I hear Lovi yells at Ludwig a lot. Hides behind him even, from Mum."

covers his mouth to hide his laugh. "You shouldn't make me laugh at him.. He has his moments, and he doesn't look half bad." Too bad it ends at his looks... Ah, if only the Italian was kinder.

makes a slight face at that. She can't help it, she thinks of Lovi as that older brother she has to annoy. "I laugh at him all the time, don't feel bad. If you're interested, I think he's still crazy over Papa"

smiles. "I know he is." He shrugs, taking a long drag. "He won't get over... See, Shaliza, us Europeans, we are saps at heart."

that's why she hasn't slept with any nations lately. They're all hung up over someone else. "I figured. You guys need to drink and let go." She shrugs. "You can try for Lovi though...I guess." He looked like_

_her Papa at least...?

raises one eyebrow. "Me, try for Lovino? I don't think he does much out of the everlasting stable relationship and I... Have no idea how to get to him." He twitches a bit, flicking his cigarette off. "How is_

he drunk?"

's eyebrows raise, she didn't actually think he was interested. But...hey, maybe Lovi will stop being such a hermit. "Cuddly. But he swears more, and his temper is worse. But cuddly."

nods. "Sounds like trouble I should avoid..." He sighs, not quite sure he's interested besides just being a little lonely and pining for the wrong guy. "Huh, you think so, really?"

shrugs. "I think he is lonely. But you be careful, okay? Lovi...he means well, but you look a lot like Papa, and he hasn't been around." She didn't want Lovi doing this for the wrong reasons.

sighs. "It happens a lot, we getting mixed up... Maybe I should step back, if he's so into- we are so into.. ah, nevermind." It's a messy topic. "I'll let things happen, and he'll come searching for it if he_

so. Better, hm?"

him a look. "Uncle. When is Lovi ever openly...honest about feelings towards males? He won't come looking, even if he does want it. He only ever visited Papa to yell at him for not visiting."

siiiighs. Then they will have an absurd problem, because he isn't open like Antonio either. "Then how will I know if he wants it? Céus!"

hums. "I think..." Hm. "That you have to convince him he wants it, first. Lovi is in denial about everything. You also have to ask yourself if you think he's worth the whole crapload of effort you're going to_

_have to put in."

groans. "What a challenge..." He does feel tempted to try, but this sure will get on his nerves. Well, he can't lose much. "Convincing? I can't tell him what he wants."

shrugs. "I've never seen you be romantic, Uncle. If you flirt, then flirt. If you're sweet, then do that. He'll warm up to you. How are the two of you now?"

can do flirting.. He supposes. "He calls me idiota, but he did cut my hair and beard. Progress has been made."

smiles at that. "He calls everyone idiota. It's his pet name for Papa...and bastardo, and everything else. I'm surprised he cut your hair, what was his excuse?"

hums. "I looked bad, apparently.. He didn't dent me the favour, then I invited him for coffee."

tilts her head at that. "Wow. That's...he's really fond of you."

raises one eyebrow. "That so? It's hard to know... I thought he was merely being friendly."

hums. "Well...si. But he's all cussing and rude even to his friends. Except maybe Alfred? I don't get that friendship, but if Lovi is even a little nice, he likes you."

smiles a bit. "Well... There's hopen, then."

nods. "Si. Just...careful. He's all..." She makes a hand motion. "Easily hurt..I guess. Papa gave him a lot of issues." He gave a lot of them a lot of issues...

Frowns. "Then he and I are the same." Except he grew cold, not easily hurt.

sighs softly. "Tread lightly...Uncle, both of you be careful, okay?"

smiles at her, kissing her forehead. "I'll try my best."

nods. "Si. Good. I'm here for advice too."

knows that. "You should tell Romao so, then..."

him an incredulous look. "The second he sees me, he's suspicious. I'm certainly not talking to him about this. If he needs help..." She shrugs. "I'll offer, I guess...but I don't think he'll come to me."

chuckles softly. "I just suppose he won't.. I'll keep you updated myself." With little detail.

grins at that. "Good! I'll decipher his Lovi-talk for you."

nods. "You'd better, then... I'm afraid I'm not quite fluent in such dialect yet."

grins at that. "Not yet. You'll learn. Take everything he says with a cup of salt, read between the lines, so on and so forth."

sighs. "Sounds like a Camões' poem... I guess I'll be alright, then."

hums. "Just don't take what he says seriously, okay? Even if he's being a jerk, it's usually a cover-up for when he's embarassed."

nods. "I see... Does he ever blatantly says what he wants?"

smiles a little at that. "Si. He'll demand pasta, or gelato, and drag you to the restaurant he wants to go to. But if he wants you to hug or kiss him, he won't ever say it." She shrugs. "Maybe he'll grumble_

_about it once you two are actually together, but for now...good luck."

scratches his chin and nods. "I... Alright, I suppose good luck for me, then."

nods. "Si." She watches him though, still a little curious. "Lovi, though? I never would have pegged him for your type."

nods. "I suppose, but he's like... I like him, there's something very sexy about him, I guess. Attractive, in a different way."

tries not to laugh at that. Lovi? Sexy? Well..he wasn't horrible to look at, she supposed. "Sounds more like lust than infatuation, Uncle."

shrugs. "I think it's just loneliness." He shrugs, lighting up a cigarette. "Better if I don't even talk to him."

hums. "Well. Lovi's lonely too...he won't admit it, but he is. If he's what you want, then go for it. But he won't be pleased if he knows you only want him because he's a single nation."

Pauses. "What? No, that's not it!" He licks his lips. "I do like him, and I do find him attractive, but... I don't want to just have a flick and go. If anything, I'd rather do nothing because I might as well_

just be a replacement of Antonio for him." He shrugs, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long drag. "Love sucks."

raises her eyebrows at that. "Love, huh? That's pretty intense, Uncle..." She won't say anything though, because from what she knows...Lovi has always been hung up on her Papa. Who knows why...

chuckles. "It's not love in my case, I wasjust thinking huh... In general." If anything, Shaliza is more and more making him step away from the whole thing.

just wants him to know what he's getting himself into, that's all. But if Lovi makes him happy and those two can make it work, then that's great. "Right. Well. Go for it, and hopefully it'll work out."

nods, kissing her forehead. "Thanks, Shaliza. Perhaps I should go now, however..." He looks up. "It's late."

a little put out by that, she likes company... "Well, if you want. Just make sure to visit again soon. Okay?"

nods. "And you as well! It's summer right now, and while my beaches aren't caribbean, they're surely good!" He gives her a last good bye then, leaving.

waves him off. Hmm she hoped everything went okay with Lovi