Portugal under the wing and crest of the Spanish Empire. And how perfect was that? Not only had he and his brother become one country, but

he'd taken Portugal away from that Anglican bastard Arthur, as well. Sometimes, it was good to win. The conquistador smirked as he knocked

on an ornate door, his voice cheery. "Hermano~! Can I come in~? "

He was just being nice by knocking. In all honesty, that room, the things in it, and the person resting inside all belonged to him now. -

Grinning victoriously, the Spaniard opened the door with a swing, his voice loud. "Hermanoo~~! I'm baaack~!"

He'd been with his king. Talk of war was heavy on the horizon, and he was here to break the news; that he was going to war against

the Dutch. And who was on the Dutch's side but *England*? In a way, that made this all the more sweeter. Antonio smiled and sat down on the

bed beside his brother; deciding that wasn't comfortable enough, he turned and lay on his side, wrapping an arm around Afonso's waist

and snuggling against him. "You should at least say hello~"

Antonio smiled and nuzzled against his brother, obviously quite comfortable. "But hermano~~! We're married now, you should be happy I'm here

right~?"

Antonio just laughed it off and kept that tight grip on him; in fact, it tightened dangerously, a kinetic cue of *don't you dare move*. The

Spaniard smiled and kissed Afonso's cheek, practically glowing with excitement. "Ahaha, you're so funny, hermano~"

"Aww, I just wanted to spend time with you~!" he chirped, turning Afonso over in his arms to look at him. So maybe that was a lie, but-

he was sure Afonso would never speak to him again after he told him the news. And well, he wanted to enjoy his prize before he sent it to

the guillotine.

He shook his head, laughing. He'd tell him eventually. For now, he was going to enjoy this. "No, no~I really did just want to spend time

with you, bro!" Antonio trailed a finger up Afonso's chest, smiling to himself. "After all, we're so much *closer* now ~"

Antonio looked up at him innocently, smiling. "What~? "

"Hey, that's not a nice word." he pouted, looking up at his elder brother. "Don't use language like that in my house."

(Oh you bastard XD)

Antonio scowled. The very word brought up harsh memories--watching his brother get *married* to the one person he'd hated his entire life,

watching him slowly stop spending time with him and spending more time with his husband--and he scowled, ripping his hand out of the other's

grip to smack him across the face. "Don't you *dare* talk to me like that!"

((KEEP ON DOING IT, PORT. ))

( YOU SHUT UP)

(also later I totally want to get you in on this <3 )

(because I want angsty/historicallyaccurate!Iggyport )

(( *sighs* fine.... *goes off to wiki* ))

(/is a walking fact box)

(The Dutch attacked several colonies of Port's because they were trying to get revenge at Spain because while this was going on the Ned. was

fighting the Spanish in the 80 yrs war. The English are always against the Spanish and sided against the Spanish...of course this meant they

were also, and for the first and only time, in a war against their long time alliance mate, Portugal. Spain caused Port to enter the war

simply by owning them as part of their kingdom. /end rant. =u= )

((....I'll just point out, *your* the one that chose to put all the ooc in here... and you want us to be "married"? ))

((bloke is a good word ))

(Ohffff. My bad. I meant alliancemates or something like that. I-I didn't mean to impose or anything )

(/feels like a shrinking violet today I'm so sorry....;A;'' )

((....WHO ARE YOU AND WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY BUTT BRANDED SPAIN. ))

( I-I DON'T EVEN KNOW DDD8 /hides more)

"Yes! Why are you so *stubborn, ayeee!" The Spaniard looked up at his brother, frustrated, then--suddenly, in a whirl of movement, he was

looming over top of him, hands pressed against his chest. "You want to know what I was going to tell you, do you?!"

Antonio immediately caught his wrists, throwing them over his head and leaning in; there was a touch of malice in his voice, and the smirk

on his face was downright cat-like. "A bunch of your colonies were attacked by the Dutch. And now, I can't just have my big brother

being hurt like that. So we're going to war with them. Well, you are."

"By me and my king. You just have to go along with it." he chirped, then leaned in just a bit more, words warm against Afonso's ear. "Do you

know who you're fighting against besides the Dutch? Who Netherlands allied with?" THe next word was a puff of air, the r in his name rolled.

There was an obvious gleeful ring to his town as he purred, "*Arthur*."

(aaand berb)

The Spaniard pulled away, resting his hands on his brother's chest and laughing lightly, once more. "See, isn't it great? You and England

are going to be against each other! He's a bastard and betrayed you, brother, he doesn't care about you! If he did, he would have sided

with us, hmm ~? "

"Except it's not your country anymore, is it?" Smiling fondly, he looked down at his brother; there was a strange glint in his green eyes.

"You belong to me now, Lusitania~" And even using his old name, as if to rub salt in the wound. "Doesn't that sound familiar? Haha~"

(...maybe I'm in such a yandere mood cause I'm sick ono )

(Cause man when I started this I was all HEE IBERIACEST)

(And now I'm all LOL LET'S BREAK PORT'S HEART :'D )

(( *band-aids* ))

(BT EnglishBastard /kicks )

(oh yeah XD)

(( that's the spain I know 8DDDD /slaps ))

(XD;; I am feeling a lot better. /skips off to reply to Lovi's plurk)

( also /punches in the nuts )

(( MY CASHEWS!!!! DB THEY ARE ALL BROKEN NOW ))

"Aww, isn't that cute, you're trying to defy me~?" Antonio cooed, leaning over; the push barely affected him. Greed, greed was the one sin

that wrapped around the Spaniard like poison ivy--he always wanted, wanted, wanted. And once he got what he wanted? He never gave it up.

That same grin on his face, Antonio's voice was practically a purr, dripping with pride and some kind of sick enjoyment. "You're mine now,

hermano. Mine forever and ever. And there's no way anyone--not that English bastard, not any of your other friends--can take you from me. -

It's just what Mama would have wanted! For us to be together. Just. Like. This."

For a moment, the Spaniard sat there, stock still, his eyes wide as saucers. He touched a hand to his cheek--then something, something big,

finally snapped. Antonio's expression went dark in a matter of moments and he grabbed the other's wrists with one hand, pinning them above

his head; his other went to his waist and pulled a dagger, pressing it to his brother's neck in mere seconds. "That's where you're *wrong*."

"You're *mine*. You always have been, you always *will be*." he grinned, voice just a touch crazy, the look of a madman in those green eyes.

The Spaniard pressed the dagger just a touch more, enough to draw blood. "And we're going to be one country, just like this, forever. No

Inglaterra. No one else. Just me and you."

"I don't have to though--! That's the best part!" Antonio let out a wild laugh, still holding on tight. "I don't have to listen to a word

you say! You're mine, mine, and I can do what ever I want with you! Ahahaha~!"

He just laughed, grinning widely, a shadow cast over his usually lively green eyes. "*No*."

The fervor that seemed to overtake the other at such a fever pitch calmed down a touch, and he dropped the dagger, leaning in to breathe in

his ear. "Just remember, hermano, I take what I want. And you're something I want very, *very* much."