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Portugal looked at the Englishman that was across him from the table, he noticed how England's movements have become more careless and how England kept sighing silently.
“Arturo? What's wrong? You look sad, did your brothers send you another Cursed item again?” Portugal said, worried for his Best Friend.
“No..no it's not that.. it's just that.. I'm so lonely at times.. Yes, I have you but..” England didn't say what he wanted at the last part, Portugal smiled gently and put his hand on top of England's.
“I get it, we don't see as much as we should, with all of our bosses and the long Flights,” Portugal Explained, England smiled at him.
He always understood what England would want, always understood everything he ever did. He knew everything about him and the reasons why.
He knew that during his pirate era, England only did it to make his brothers proud of him. And how he always left America alone when he was a child, was because he was left alone and so it was normal for him to do that.
He knew that England was the right person but was just raised wrong.
Oh, he wished he could spend every day with his Best Friend, always be there for him, and never leave his side.
Suddenly a bright idea struck him, he abruptly stood up and put one of his legs on the chair he was just sitting on.
“I've got it!” Portugal exclaimed, England looked at the Portuguese man, mid sipping his tea and confusingly raised one of his eyebrows.
“Arturo! I'm going to get you another best friend!” England looked at him blankly but did a sigh of relief. “But I already have a best friend and that's you!” England managed to laugh out.
Portugal shook his head, “Of course, I'm your best friend but I have to get you a replacement when I'm gone! So you're never lonely!” England sighed and stood up, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“That's hilarious João but let's focus on what we're doing now” And with that, the duo sat back down and continued their Teatime.
Though the idea never left Portugal's head.
Portugal yawned and stretched out his arms, currently, he was sitting on his desk in his office at midnight. He was determined to make England another Friend.
But he has to make sure it was the right one, one that could truly understand him and his emotions. Unfortunately, he might be the only one that could do this, so why not make a book about England and everything about him.
Give the book to the desired next soon to be Best Friend of England and make him learn all of it, after all, he only wanted the best for England.
But where would he begin? Should he split it into different sections? And then another idea hit him.
Why not just let it get more detailed the more you get farther in the book, he could use some questions in it as well. To quiz them.
He then picked up his typewriter, smirking to himself. Oh, England is gonna have the next best thing for a best friend. Him being te Number One Best Friends of course!
And so he wrote the whole book overnight.
"Yikes! you look Horrible, amigo”
Spain said as he poked Portugal's head, The Portuguese man was laying his head on the table, he hadn't gotten much sleep that night. Writing and planning on what and how he can get England another Friend.
And Who it will be.
That's why today was the perfect day, the perfect day to see and analyze who it will be and how he can shape them to England's taste.
He looked around the UN meeting room, staring at a few nations.
‘Arthur is the angry type of person sometimes, and I'm the calm one..so we might need someone.. Loud and extroverted?’
Portugal nodded his head at that idea, he looked over to a few of the usually happy and loud nations, taking small notes about them in his paper.
Italy, he's a good candidate, Though last he checked he was terrified of England and always assumed the worst of him. He'll put it down as a ‘Kinda’
Denmark, he was loud and happy and would drink as Arthur would but. He did bully him and honestly, they did quarrel a few years back. So again, he'll put him down as a ‘maybe..’
America, he was a great person to England and-.. Who was he kidding? He couldn't let be England's next best friend! Not after his little stunt. He's a ‘Hell No!’
Spain, No.. Just.. No.
Prussia, he's a heavy drinker for sure and shared the same passion for..inappropriate books as England. Though he was a bit of a loudmouth and would for sure tell everyone about England's secret traits. He'll put him down as a ‘Close..’
South Korea, has a bit too much energy for both of them, not to mention the gropes people. Putting him down as a ‘Nah’
Turkey, he's a bit too self-absorbed.. And he doesn't want someone that yells all the time and constantly picks fights with the world's sleepiest man. He's for sure an ‘Eh’
Portugal groans, these people weren't good enough!
“You doing okay there, Portugal? It's almost your turn to present.” Portugal snapped out of its thoughts. He looked to the side to see, Belgium.
She looked worried, he soon notice that it was only 3 more countries that will present before him till it was his turn. He silently panicked in his mind, suddenly another idea popped into his head.
“P-Portugal! Why is there a lightbulb on your head?!” Belgium said, sweating as she saw the sinister look on his face.
This couldn't be good.
He slowly looked around the UN meeting room once again, England, for some reason got sick again, no wonder why he couldn't hear his arguments with either America or France.
He slowly took a deep breath in, he can do this, for England, for his sanity!
” And next to present is.. Portugal.”
He wasted no time and dashed towards the front, carrying an unidentified item in his hands. A bit large so he gripped onto the corners.
He stood on the podium with a confident smile on his face, Germany glanced at him, curious as to what he will say.
“Hello, world! As you know I'm Portugal, and I'm Arthurs's Oldest ally and- Best friend!”
He said some nations looked interested in where this was going, “ just now I realized that Arthur, the Personification of England, only had me for his friend..” he looked down and shook his head.
Messaging that he was saddened that he only realized just now.
“And so, as his best friend, I'm looking for another Friend for him! So anyone wanna be friends with Arthur?” he asked at the room filled with all the nations of the world.
Instead of some hands raised or some nations speaking up and wanting to be friends with England, all he got was some giggling, pointing and whispering.
“And why would we want to be friends with that old man? He's such a-” “oh, anyone except you America” America stopped his usual cocky smile and looked at Portugal, offended.
“What?! Why anyone except me?!” America asked, Portugal chuckled at that. Earning an angrier American. “Did you seriously ask me that? You're not getting any closer to England other than Acquaintances. Not after what you did.” America flinched.
“Soo.. Anybody else?” Portugal asked and a hand was raised. “And if we did want to be England-sans friends, how would Do we get to know him?” Japan asked.
Portugal laughed at that, he then slammed a book on the podium, he smiled at the confused lot.
He then raised the book above his head, “This right here, is a book about Arthur, all the facts and questions you need! And as you go farther and farther into the book, you'd notice more..descriptive details about him.”
No one asked about the last part that came out of Portugal's mouth, all their questions about the last part were answered by the obvious blush on his face.
“here, for example, I'm gonna read one of the facts about Arthur,” Portugal said, he opened the large book and decided that in the middle would be a good example.
He pointed at one of the sentences and happily yelled, “ Fact number 102. Arthur has freckles but hides them because he doesn't want to look like his older brothers” after he said that he heard a scoff.
Scotland, his proud demeanour seemed to disappear once he spotted him, he then rapidly flipped a few pages. “Oops! Haha, the wrong page..” he then remembered one of his favourite facts about England.
He looked up at the crowd ( Ignoring Scotland) and raised his hand to the air, “Fact number 34. England likes to cuddle when it's rainy!” the fact that Portugal said that with so much honesty and pride, made other people think other things.
Portugal then slammed the book closed with his two hands, earning a loud noise from the book. “See? Example! Now, any volunteers?” Portugal asked again.
One hand was raised, Russia.
“No.” Portugal said blankly and turned to look at another person, another hand was raised, much to its amusement, it was America.
“Dude, how do you even know all this about England?” Portugal strained a smile, “Because I have been his friend for over 600 years. I got close to England then you will ever achieve.”
“Now does anybody want to be England's friend?!” Portugal announced, he was slowly losing his patience, lack of sleep really can make you cranky.
Five hands were raised, France, Spain, China, Russia and Japan.
“Good enough! “ Portugal said, as he listed the five countries down, and went back to his seat. He laid his head on the table and just slept like a log.
Portugal woke up at the sunlight that was hitting on his former closed eyes, he yawned and stretched his arms. Scratching the back of his neck.
He looked around, he was in his hotel roomm always messy as usual. He get out of bed and stood up, what can he remember?
He remembered some blurry memories about him..and wanting England to get another friend, then he got this idea and so he wrote a book and... THE BOOK!
Portugal dashed and looked around his hotel room, where was the book? The book containing all England's precious secrets he obtained over the last 600 years?!
After proving it wasn't in his room he quickly dressed up and ran out, locking the door while outside of course. He wasn't childish and forgetful like Spain!
Wait, did he accidentally leave his keys inside the room?
Scotland flipped through the pages, reading one fact on each page. Looming over him were France and America, curious to see what kind of information about England that was gathered from over 600 years.
“Wait, dude stop right there!” America said as he put his hand on the book, preventing Scotland from going to the next page.
“Oi! What the hell you bloody American!” Scotland shouted, America ignored the angry scot as he read through the numerous numbers on the page.
Eventually, one of his fingers landed on one.
“Fact 206. England never went to America's birthday wasn't because he was upset or sick. It was because he was embarrassed that he didn't go to the last hundreds of birthdays of his.”
Scotland threw America's hand off the page, “I don't bloody care what kind of information that gits got on you! I want to see what England thinks of us!” he said, flipping through the pages once again.
“Mon Ami, I believe all the previous facts about you were all unpleasant ones and only unpleasant ones..” France said, trying to confirm if the Scot did bother to read them.
“There has to be at least one good thing about me! Just one!” Scotland said, his voice seemed a bit desperate and with anger as well.
Suddenly the book was snatched away from Scotland, “Hey!” he yelled at the person, Sweden didn't say anything and gave it to Finland.
“Ooh! Ooh! What did jerk-England think of me!” Sealand said Finland went through the pages before landing on one number.
“Fact number 235. England is too afraid to raise children again since he has abandonment issues and trust issues.” Sealand read out loud, the nations didn't comment on that and wanted to read another passage.
But once again the book was snatched by another nation, Russia. Finland grabbed Sealand and hid behind Sweden, sure he beated him up back then but that doesn't mean he isn't scary.
Russia smiled and looked through the pages, “Fact number 137. England doesn't do summoning spells as much in fear if Russia ever shows up instead of the greatest and evilest demon in the universe.” Russia giggled.
“So that's why England hasn't been calling me as much!” he laughed out.
Again the book was grabbed by Portugal, he was blushing and backed away from all the nations. “Hey! You're not supposed to read this! It's only for England's next best friend!” Portugal yelled.
“Oh please, doesn't England already have you as a best friend? Why does he need one more?” Poland said, France scoffed at this. Because he has two best friends.
“Well yeah! But our time with each other is brief! And I can't imagine England just being all sad and alone and maybe even contemplating if he should shave his eyebrows to get more friends!” Portugal shouted.
He cares about England too much.
“And don't even get me started on his other ‘Friends’ , I don't even think if they're real!? Yet he always seemed so so happy when he talks to them and even happier when I try to talk to them too!” He explained.
Scotland opened his mouth but was cut off by Portugal’s rant.
“All I wanted for England is to be happy! I know him more than his brothers will ever know about him, Damn it! I mean more to him than his brothers would ever be!” he let out.
Suddenly he sighed, “I just want England to be happy..being a cast out and hated by half of the world..i just.. I just want him to feel like he finally fits in. And is happy.” Portugal sighed and held the book tighter against his chest.
And then he left the room but on the way out he stopped and looked back.
“If you tell anything to Arthur about this, You're Dead.”
Here he was again, back on his desk in his office. He tapped his pen on the table multiple times, waiting for an idea to come popping into his head.
He groaned as he banged his head on the desk, ‘what is he going to do?’ Portugal hid his face in his arms. He wants England to be happy but the very thought of England being happy with someone else made his skin crawl.
So what can he do? What can he do?
Those questions repeated in Portugal's mind, He was getting frustrated on not finding England a friend and how he was being selfish.
What to do? What to do...
He looked to the side, a window was showing the grassy fields outside. Then suddenly two people showed up with their dog, it looked like one of them was nervous.
Suddenly one of them launched themselves to the other and kissed them, the dog barked loudly and circled around them. The two laughed and blush was evident on their faces.
How nice... Now back to thinking.
Suddenly an idea popped into his head, finally. He sat up and walked towards the window. Looking out of the window he was previously watching from his desk.
This idea was bound to work!
England looked around, Portugal texted him to go to their favourite spot they liked when they were kids. He didn't know why or the reason but Portugal wouldn't tell.
He looked in front of him, it was a large tree that was on a tiny hill, its leaves fell and were pulled by the wind, the sun was out but not too much.
Flowers we're blooming right beside the tree, and on the trees were apples. Some were still growing while the others looked ready to be eaten.
“Arthur!” a voice called out behind him, England turned around just to be tackled to the ground by his best friend.
“Huh? Portugal why did you ask me to come here?” he asked, Portugal stood up and leaned against the tall and old tree. He looked up at the tree leaves and watched on one of them fall and catches the wind.
“Do you remember..Arthur? On how we used to climb this old thing?” he said, Arthur nodded. “Remember how we used to hide in the tree to escape your brothers? How we would make flower crowns?” England nodded again, why was Portugal bringing all this up?
“Arthur.. I.. I tried to find you another best friend, and I failed miserably..” Portugal crossed his arms and kicked a rock down the small hill.
“This again? Didn't I tell you to drop that? I already have a best friend and that's-” “me, I know” Portugal said. England was confused, and Portugal seemed distracted.
“While I was in my office, I saw these two people and i suddenly had an idea.” Portugal scratched the back of his neck nervously, he looked down on the grassy ground.
"It explained so much about me when i saw them, How i always felt so jealous when i imagined you being happy with another person. How i wanted someone that i can train and shape to your liking." England scratched his wrist softly.
where was this going?
Portugal suddenly looked up England, eyes filled with determination and confidence.
"and then i realized.. that those people.. they weren't for you, and i found it! It was just right in front of me when i was in my office staring at my window!" Portugal Exclaimed.
“Here.. Let me show you..” England stiffened as Portugal stepped a bit closer to England and... He stepped back and leaned on something that was out of sight.
Portugal then came out, with a cute white bunny with a collar around it's neck. Instantly England was in awe, making grabby motions with his hands but Portugal pulled him away from England.
“Woah! Wait for a sec there Arthur! “ Portugal laughed, England then stood still, though still starting at the rabbit that was being held above his head.
“Here, let me explain what kind of breed he is. So why don't you sit down?” in a flash England was on his knees, Portugal laughed at that and sat down as well, crossing his legs and held the bunny on his lap.
“Now, this right here is a special type of rabbit. Do you know what's so special about them?” Portugal asked, England shook his head.
“Well, this little rabbit was tested on by scientists, and what's so special about them is that they glow under black light.” he said.
“And do you know what colour they glow in?” he asked, Again England shook his head. Portugal smiled at England.
“They glow a light bright green.” he said, he can see the sparkles in England’s eyes as he said that.
“And so because they glow bright green, so I decided that maybe we should name him Mint? Just like Flying mint bunny, but without the wings. Wait hold on!” Portugal then grabbed something from the ground.
It was some Cut out Cardboard wings that were painted white with a sharpie and connecting the two wings were some long pins. Portugal put the homemade crafts of his on the bunny's back and laid it on the grass beside the trees.
“Aw!!” Arthur squealed as he saw the cute bunny in front of him, Portugal smirked and put a hand on Arthur's shoulder. “I know right?” he said. He grabbed the rabbit once more and gave it to Arthur.
No doubt this was going to make ‘ Flying Mint bunny’ Jealous, they've got competition now.
The both of them sat and leaned against the old tree, Portugal pulled England closer to them. England didn't mind and laid his head on Portugal’s shoulder.
They watched the rabbit that slept on Arthurs's thighs, Awed at such a cute Rabbit.
“Oh thank you for this, João! Now I will never be lonely” England said as he patted the back of the sleeping rabbit's furry back.
Portugal smiled, “Anything to keep us happy and close Arturo.” Portugal laid his head on top of Arthur's, enjoying every second.
It seemed like his idea was a success for once out of all the others, though if he had the chance to do it all over he would take it with no hesitance “
Now he got what he achieved and also another, England's happiness as well as his.
Here's a pic I drew.
