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~Happy Day, Portugal~
@kaimaciel and all my port's mutuals!
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~Happy Day, Portugal~
@kaimaciel and all my port's mutuals!
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Love is a lighthouse in the storm that guides us home.
England x nyo!Portugal.
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I'm so glad you like it! it is with all my admiration, respect and obsession love.
I'm happy I took the correct feeling! I'm sorry if he looks a lot like Toño hahahaha.
~Happy Day, Portugal~
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Portugal 🇵🇹
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~Happy Day, Portugal~
@kaimaciel and all my port's mutuals!
#hetalia#aph portugal#hws portugal#historical hetalia#carnations' revolution#revolucion de los claveles#axispowershetalia#hetalia axis powers#axis powers ヘタリア#eah its Gabriel#short hair because dictatorship#rosas headcanons
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Thanks a loot 💋💋💋
In his eyes I see the future of the world...
Happy Day of the Name and St. George, and Arthur Kirkland~
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Please don’t be hateful or rude to Hetalia fans who have gained a genuine interest of other cultures, languages, geography, and/or history because of Hetalia.
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#wow!!#the green is so hypnotizing#hetalia#aph england
Thanks! it was the exactly idea~ the old man is weird.
In his eyes I see the future of the world...
Happy Day of the Name and St. George, and Arthur Kirkland~
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In his eyes I see the future of the world...
Happy Day of the Name and St. George, and Arthur Kirkland~
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It's their day!
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Happy birthday to Arthur Kirkland (人*´∀｀)｡*ﾟ+
(Couldn't whip out anything better since I just got back from a retreat, but I really wanted to put something out for my beloved englishman </33)
Some extra doodles as well :3
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Could you maybe write some Portugal at the beach maybe pls?
Sorry this took so long. Hope you like it!
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Sometimes all he needed was a day at the beach. Other times, he needed to get away entirely and got himself lost on the sea.
Today was a beach day.
Portugal made his way to the ocean and walked into the waves. He closed his eyes, inhaled the scent of the sea, and enjoyed the cold water flowing around his calves. The ocean breeze blew across his face and through his hair, bringing with it memories of centuries ago. The ebb and flow of the tide was an age old comfort, an old lover's ever welcoming embrace he could return to time and time again. Some things truly never changed.
For a while he remained alone save for the odd human who shared his desires and kept their distance. Basking in the sea's comfort, in the soothing sound of waves, and the lonelieness without being completely alone.
It was once the sun was high in the sky that they started coming. Portugal breathed in his people's excitement and sighed. Their happiness sunk into him deeper than the sun's rays and pulled a smile to his face. This was what he'd been needing.
Today was definitely a beach day.
"Mr. Portugal," a voice eventually dragged him out of his wandering thoughts, "do you play volleyball?"
"Not particularly..." Portugal stood. "Explain it to me and I'll be happy to join."
Portugal followed the human to where his friends had set up. They explained the game to him with joy lighting their faces and then everyone got in position.
They played for a while, until one of their group had to go take care of something. Before they left they insisted on getting a picture with him; a request he happily granted.
And then Portugal was alone again, sitting and watching the ocean. Listening to his people laughing and shouting and living around him. It felt good to be there- though a part of him wished for quiet so he could better hear the waves.
"Mr. Portugal?"
Portugal opened his eyes and looked at the little girl standing next to him. She was young - too young to be unaccompanied. Her guardian was likely somewhere nearby keeping an eye on her. And if no one was, the least he could do was keep her out of trouble until they found her.
"What do you need little one?"
"Why are you all alone?"
"Sometimes people like to be alone."
She scrunched her face up and squinted at him before finally shaking her head.
"Mamã says the nation people are different but you don't look any different and people shouldn't be alone at the beach."
The simplicity of the youngest humans was endearing.
"Okay," Portugal chuckled, "what do you propose we do?"
"Help me build the biggest, prettiest sandcastle."
"I do know a thing or two about castles."
Portugal stood and looked around, giving a smile to a woman watching them.
"What's your name?"
"Andreia."
"Okay Andreia. Did you have a location in mind for your castle?"
"Yes!"
Andreia grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to the waves, where there was an open spot plenty big enough for a sandcastle. She dumped her tools onto the sand and started excitedly explaining her plans.
As they built the castle, Portugal told her what he knew of castles. His own, Arthur's, Antonio's. How best to defend them, and how to approach attacking. She implemented what she could with sand, asking him for more information every time he paused. Portugal was glad to teach her, laughing when she started telling him about the inhabitants of their sandcastle. Caught up in her excitement and the general mood of the day, he couldn't help but add his own experiences as suggestions.
When they finished the castle, it stood half her height with piles of sand in front of it for the town.
"Look at this," the woman from earlier said. "What an impressive castle, sweetie."
"Mr. Portugal helped me! He told me a lot about castles."
"That sounds wonderful but we need to go now. What do you say to Mr. Portugal?"
"Thank you. This is the best castle I've ever made."
Portugal laughed.
"Remember what I said and you'll make an even better one next time."
Andreia smiled and hurried to gather her tools.
"Thank you for this," the woman said. "She saw you sitting by yourself and you know how children can be."
As she left with Andreia, Portugal took a picture of the castle before going down to the water's edge.
The sea was where he truly felt alive. And after spending the day with his people, he felt rejuvenated. He had needed a beach day more than he'd realized. There was one more thing he needed before he could return home.
Portugal had seen countless sunsets over the ocean during his long existence. It was a sight so unchanging in all of its different glories yet he never tired of it. Watching the colors over the waves and in the clouds as the world descended into the hush of night was a perfect ending for a lovely day at the beach.
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Tomorrow is his bday~
Arthur's face from chapter 514 was everything
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Love is love.
Portugal: I cannot keep myself from Arthur. Everything he does is sexy.
England: *tries to throw food into his own mouth, misses and hits himself in the face instead*
Portugal: He has this undeniable animal magnetism.
England: *trips over nothing*
Portugal: He’s a jungle cat.
England: *sits around covered in Cheeto dust without noticing*
Portugal: The man exudes sex.
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You should give France some hips and ass
this your man? 🤨📸
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