A very special thank you to
starshards
,
mireyan
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, bubbole
and fanfaluche
, who had the patience to put up with me. ;w; The art that triggered this fic is by fanfaluche . Before you start reading this fic, I would like you to keep this tower in mind as it’s a crucial element in the so Cabo das Tormentas.”
[ “Thank you, dearest citizen. I promise you that in the event that you are victorious, your deeds will be rewarded, and remembered in generations to come. Now, go! May God be with you and help you defeat the terrible Cape of Torments.” ] With this he walked away.
This would be Vasco da Gama’s first voyage. Many explorers had already tried to find the route to India, but they had failed every time. “O Cabo das Tormentas”, in other words, the Cape of Torments was the name sailors had given to the most Southern edge of the African Continent. Rumours spoke about a monster dwelling in those waters, which would cause every ship to sink ... But, if truth or legend, fact Had Remained That no one ever managed to circumnavigate the cape and STI deny existence.
As I watched the ships Being Prepared, Portugal Wonderer if this Were the voyage That Would finally allow him to ESTABLISH the route to the Mythical land. India, the land of spices ... That Were spices even more valuable Than pure gold! If Successful, Would I own all the trading routes and I Would Have the monopoly over the spices market ... There Was Easier no sure way of Granting income. This Was His Greatest wish and All His Efforts Had Been Directed to it in the past FEW Decades, But It Had Been Attaining difficult.
"Bem, seja as for, or Portuguese rule will be expanded ... Let sDeus ects or wanted. "
[
" Well, come what may, the Portuguese Empire Will Be Expanded ... Let it all rest on God's wish. "
]
1497 , Toledo
"Sir, sir! I bring news! It seems that the Portuguese have started again. Rumo to India. "
[
" My Lord, my Lord! I bring you news! It looks like the Portuguese Are moving again. Towards India. "] Spain usual historical WAS sitting on desk, holding a quill in hand while skimming-through historical soms. Portugal
look up at him.
Honored cidadão. We all know that big as coisas não são sem large range possíveis sacrifíceos. Com isto não quero Dizer that you devaluation of esquece all equivalents that partiram convosco Marinheiros Expedição na sua. Oh, não. O bem popular ditado us, he says, "is worth mais um dois Pássaro Mao na to Voar" and decidimo nós dois-we venture hair. Não denied that Colha off rate, but also to reflect in ha ... not to lose pouce or not written. " [ & ldquo;Honourable citizen. We all know that great things aren’t possible to achieve with great losses.
I don’t mean by this that you should forget all the courageous sailors that have set sail together with you on your expedition. Oh, no. The saying does go “better a bird in the hand than two flying” and we ventured for those two. I don’t deny that we gained something out of it, but we also have to reflect on what we lost… and that wasn’t little.”
]
He paused.
“Contudo, cumprirei a minha promessa. Disse que vos daria glória e os seus actos seriam recompensados e não o planeio esquecer. Sempre fui um homem de minha paAlmost Finding it hard to believe it too real WAS. It Was as if Portugal Had forgiven him for all historical losses. "Obrigado, senhor." [
"Thank you, my Lord."
]
And This Was started how the Belém Tower Being Built. 1499, Toledo "Lord, they have succeeded." [
"My Lord, They Were successful."
]
"already I know. There was something inside me which I was announcing it. " [
"I know. There Was Something Inside Me That Thought as much. "
]
Spain Stood next to the window, holding a glass of sangria. The blazing afternoon sun pierced the window and burned-through His skin. Yet He Did not move away. In FACT, I Did not when to turn historical events servant Brought the announcement. The reflection on the glass Gave the reddish color sangríaa Stronger If Its making it worthy name. "Lord ..." [ "My Lord ..."
]
"Thank you, and you can go." [ "XC
“D-Desapareceu?!”
[ “He disappeared?!” ] Portugal almost fell out of his chair upon receiving such news.
Sebastian I, his king, had disappeared without a trace in the battle of Alcácer-Quibir. No one could confirm if he was still alive, or if he’d already passed away. Just one thing could be said for sure: Sebastian had vanished. “Mas como?! É impossível! Assim…” [
“But how?! It’s impossible! Then…”
]
Portugal’s situation couldn&rsTMLXC "D. Sebastião, wait-what-i. " [" Sebastian, I'll be waiting for you. "]
Looking out of the window, Those Were the only words Portugal Could Say at That Moment.
1580, Madrid "Or is that Portugal is still without an heir?"
[
"Portugal is still Without an heir?"
]
Two years I Had Passed Since Sebastian's death. Now, to add to That, Also Had Henry perished Without an heir Thus Portugal's throne empty Leaving Once Again.Not Now, When Would I ever get Such a chance again?
"Romanita, I will make a visit to my brother. Then again. " [
" Romano, I'm going to pay my brother to visit. I'll be back later "
]
Holding Romano's head Gently I kissed His forehead while smiling at him.
"Be a good boy while, okay?"
[ "Be a good boy Until Then, ok?"
] Romano The last thing That Day saw of Spain WAS putting him on His coat and Letting His ax rest over it. & ldquop; hellip; one Would say just an end of an ordinary summer day ... If It Were not Wounds for the WAS Carrying Portugal.
On That very day Lisbon Saami Had Been Invaded by English Troops Had and battle ensues. They Had Come From Both land and sea, and Even Though Portugal held the battle Taking Advantage of the place in His Own Territory, I Had not Been Prepared for it ... not under current historical Circumstances. Without a set king Were historical forces disorganized and confused. They Fought ... I Had Fought with them ... But They Had lost. Just More Deaths in vain.
"Ah, what a nice day like today!"
[ "Oh, What fine day it is today!” ] Spain’s clear voice echoed over the terrace. Portugal didn’t even turn back. That voice, that laughter, that way of talking… he could easily tell they belonged to his brother. He was far too familiarized with Spain to ever forget his mannerisms, even if the two of them had spent a great amount of time without seeing each other. They were brothers, after all.
Portugal could feel Spain drawing closer to where he was leaning. The metal boots he was wearing resounded stronger against the limestone pavement with every step he took. Spain was walking on his tower. The tower he had built to celebrate his victory against the forces of the sea that were far greater than those thatCould Any country represent.
"Really, how lucky you are to live here. Near the sea, at the mouth of the Tagus ... " [
" Really, you're so lucky to live here. Next to the sea, at the mouth of the Tagus ... "
]
Spain WAS Saami now leaning against the wall, next to him, His gaze Allowing Itself to lose in the horizon as I spoke These words, just resting There as if nothing Had Happened on That Day. Like an idyllic reencounter entre Some brothers after years. Portugal Could not find a way to gather historical words. Had I only seen His brother on the battlefield That Day, But Now That He Had Amonument of national pride, That he'd Been the tower using Both as a fortress and a store for Something as precious as the spices from India, Into a prison. No ... His mind That Went blank moment. Out of instinct, or wrath, I Grabbed the little dagger That Carrie and I always jump up for Spain. Before I Had a chance to attack, pero, two soldiers of the English army stopped him. Where They Come From Had Suddenly I Did not Know, and I did not care. His only wish WAS His brother That Disappeared From His sight That very moment.
"Damn! Nobody would say that I still had so hard inside you, Portugal! Well, well, take him please.Oh, and also cúrenle wounds. I do not want the guy go out there bleeding. "
[" Fuck! Who Would Have Guess That you'd Still Have it in you, Portugal? Ok, ok, please just take him away. Oh, and tendon to His Wounds too. That I do not want that guy going around, losing blood. "] I tried to fight off the men as They dragged him away, But They Were His arms holding too tightly. The more I Fought, The Weaker
I felt ... "You will have the honor of releasing it, brother!"
[ "You'll Have the Honour of Being the first, brother! "] Those Were the last words Portugal Heard Before losing Consciousness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Portugal WAS Regaining Consciousness When I Heard the sound of water. It Was the murmur of the current, and the sound of waves clashing together. One after the Other.
Opening His Eyes, I found Himself on His back lying upon a bed, in a dimly lit room. Thanks to the lonely candelabrum Shed Some Light Into That the room I saw the room was all made out of limestone, and quite empty. Apart from the bed His eyes just managed to pick out a wine-red sofa, a fireplace and a door as the Other three elements composing the room. South
He Was.
"JAJAJAJA! Brother, by God! You have to be smarter at times! " [" HAHAHAHA! Brother, for Christ's sake! One Has To Be smarter at times! "] Portugal look up at His brother with an incredulous expression. "Look, Portugal but is it possible that you are not aware of things? Pope Gregory XIII, is an ally of the Habsburgs, stupid. "
[" Come on, Portugal ... is it possible That You Are not aware of how Currently Things are? The pope, Gregory XIII, is allied with tSTA! " [
" YOU COWARD, YOU BASTARD! "
]
Spain look down on His brother as I snarled at him, Squirming on the bed in Any Way I Could. Hatred burned in His Eyes, It Was His face plastered all over. The anger Had literally driven him insane. And with this Grabbed Spain Portugal's neck and pressed Firmly Against His mouth his.
Portugal It Was Something That Was not expecting. He halted for a moment, Trying to grasp What Was Going On. Spain WAS very close to him too, right Above him, kissing him. What the heck WAS going on now? His breathing got Heavier Until I just shut His eyes and started shaking His head Violently. But Spaithe whole situation much worse. Why I Suddenly Had kissed him? What Was That All About? Yes, sure, I Remembered screaming at him but ...
"Brother."
[ "Brother." ] events
I Refuse to budge.
"Brother!"
[ "Brother!" ] Portugal Looked at sideways just to see him looking intensely Spain Into His Eyes.
"Brother listen, please!"
[ "Brother, please listen to me!" ] you want? "]
Spain
His body let slide over brother's historical Placing Himself on the Same level.
"Brother, imagine what we would get if we were one." [ "Brother, What We Could Achieve imagine if we where one." ]
Those Were the
I muttered words Into Portugal's ear. Slowly and in a sweet tone of voice.
"Já disse you that jamais."
[ "I've Already Told You never." ] Spain just sighed.
"I know you've always been a big head all your life. But, really ... "
[
" I Knew You Were always a stubborn one. But, honestly ... "
] I Placed Himself in front of Portugal. "... I am not going to deny that and we were one when we lived with our grandfather."
[
"... You're Not Going to Contradict me when I say That We Were Already one When We Lived with Our grandfather. "
] Both Were Touching Their Foreheads now. True, Portugal Such a thing Could not deny. When They Were ctone of red.
I kissed him. Again. Portugal
twitched a little But Then stopped. His brother Had Always Been a very good kisser. Natural talent, Perhaps, But Never Had Portugal managed to match him There. Every time Spain Had kissed him, It Was As If I Had the Ability to Instantly calm him down ... making him forget about everything. I Had not changed at all.
When I stopped, I Gave little kisses to Portugal's lips, drawing out the contour of His mouth. Occasionally I Would historical touch with old older brother's lip His tongue, just to Quickly pull it back in again. "Already?" [
"Already?"
]
CHTMLX También yo te quiero conmigo…”
[ “Brother… Just like the Tagus can’t have a source without a mouth… I also want you to be with me…”
]
As they sat in that hug, Portugal closed his eyes. What Spain saying was… right… in a way. Besides of being brothers they had originally been one… so…
He turned his head towards Spain and kissed him on the cheek. Spain smiled and hugged him tighter in response.
His hands untied the ropes around his older brother’s arms leaving Portugal free again. “Ai, que adormeceram.&rHis brother's head and guided it back and forth when to His brother made the Movement, at Portugal's hair pulling and Shivering as a chain-reaction of feeling Warned of too much pleasure. Portugal Carried on regardless. I did not care if WAS Being His hair pulled it or not Because he'd found the soft spot. If Spain pulled His hair too much, I just bite it Would Slightly loosen him to make historical grip. All the while I Used His left hand to play with the testicles, making circles with His finger on Spain's leg. Spain WAS Progressively getting harder and harder ... ... and so I WAS. "P" Stop, stop ... "
[
" Stop, stop ... "
]
Spain Went Back Some steps, just to get away from His brother's mouth, still holding it Despit Portugal with His right hand. I look around the room. "Get up now."
[
"Get up."
] After letting go of it and getting onto His feet, Spain Placed His Hands on Portugal's shoulders and kissed him . He Was kissing him more passionately now, Almost eating him up. His brother made I walk backwards Portugal Until Something soft hit with the back of historical leg. Spain made him turn around and, putting His hand on Portugal's back, I made him bend over. Without a moment &
rsquo; s pause, Spain Grabbed His penis and Penetrated him. Portugal
Had Already seen it coming. I cried out as the Same time I twitched and historical grit teeth. It hurt, But I chose to bury His face in His arm Trying to forget the pain as Spain fucked him. Spain remove Violently WAS doing it, moaning Every time I heard. Portugal
historical clutched brother's arm more, and more tightly, But It Caused Spain only to fuck him harder, penetrating Deeper With Every push. There Was no use talking to him, let alone Trying to make him stop.
At the Same time, Portugal's penis rubbing WAS Against the sofa, His stomach Following the Movements ... too many sensations and mixing Themselves Were piling up inside of him.
"Qu & eacute; bueno… estás… Portugalín…” [
“You feel… so nice… Portugal…”
]
He thrust into him faster, and faster, sweat droplets falling onto Portugal’s back.
Every time he hit his prostate, Portugal would breathe out… and moan. His entire body was shivering. His wounds were hurting him all the more.
Spain held himself on the sofa trying to not lose his balance while he carried on fucking his brother. He didn’t give a damn about anything else, his whole mind was fixed on that sole act. He was trying to make the most of it, fucking him so much, and so hard unat. Spain Probably Had forgotten to lock it ... When He Had Entered
Judging from the number of Staircases Portugal Had to go down, it Looked Like They Had Been in the second floor of the tower, the King's room. With great effort "
I managed to get to the main door That Would lead him outside. "Hey, you! What are you doing? " [
" Hey, you! What do you think you're doing? "
]
Two Came His Way English guards. They Were Armed and Prepared to fight.
"Só vou ao Tejo ... ..." [ & amMLXC [
"Thank you."
]
The Guard Open the door and allowed Portugal to step outside. The Tagus WAS
Calmer Than usual. Its usual stream Vigorous WAS Hardly noticeable, and the waves Had Disappeared. It Was Almost as if It Were Inviting him in. Portugal
diveded Into it. Water
WAS, for Portugal, in Some Ways Like His natural environment: a place, Where He Was Able to find historical Be at peace and rest. That historical moment only wish WAS To Be one with it so clean That the Tagus Could've Had Everything gone away Through That Day, and take it far away, out to the Atlantic. "Brother ... As the Tajo can notI have most? "
]
Spain WAS looking out of the window, down the river Towards. His brother bathing I have observed as the bright reflection of the moon shone down on him.
"Brother. If you think I'm your lover how you're wrong. " [" Brother. You're wrong if you think That I am anything like your beloved MOST. "]
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AN:
- Portugal's actions based on how Are Both Nobility and the populat
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