raises an eyebrow. "Aren't you too young for that?"

Blinks, 'I'm over 100 years old.'

chuckles. "So old!" He teases, shaking his head. "I wish I was that old, here..."

Huffs, cheeks staining a light pink. 'I'm not envious of you mate. Where did you get the black eye?'

pauses, then blinks, running a hand over it. "Got home drunk and hit my head on the headboard when I crashed on my bed." He shrugs. "Oh and..." He pauses, fetching in his bag a gift for the other. "Merry late_

Christmas." He hums. He'd gotten him a pair of flip-flops, one of those nice ones from Brasil.

Can believe that... He's done it before. He blinks in surprise, feeling a little guilty. 'All I got you was a stuffed bear...' He opens it though, eyes lighting up as he spots them. It's one of his favourite_

Brands. He grins brightly, 'Thanks... But, you do know you have it the wrong way round? You're meant to buy my love while you're fucking my Dad, not after the fact.'

shrugs. "No worries..." he chuckles a bit at the other's bright grin, actually laughing at his little comment. What a cheeky brat! "I'm not buying your love." he shrugs, patting his head. "You shouldn't say_

fuck either... honestly, didn't Arthur taught you a thing about manners?!"

Laughs

Shakes his head, looking the flip flops over. 'Nah. I was just convenient place to dump trouble makers... I think he was resigned to my manners... And you know, the word isn't all that rude back home.'

A convenient*

raises one eyebrow at that, biting his lower lip from saying anything -- honestly, Gabriel, you're not his dad, leave those matters alone. "Probably... Oh, that so?" The flip-flops were blue, with green and_

yellow stripes, the only thing he managed to bargain with his son.

Finds the colours questionable, but he's thankful none the less. He carefully places them back in the wrapping paper to protect them, giving the older nation a knowing look. 'I've seen that look before. You're_

Dying to say something parent-like.' His human friend's Mothers often gave him that look when he told them he was doing something of questionable safety - such as sky diving, cliff jumping and the like. 'You_

Can say it if you want.'

laughs a bit, shaking his head. "I'm not your father... If Arthur doesn't care that you curse, I'm not the one to butt my nose in." he shrugs. He allows himself to be nosey around Spain's kids, and that's it.

Hums, noting to keep his cursing to a minimum around Portugal in the future. 'Maybe you should tell him off for his parenting skills.' He grins. He should really stop trying to stir up trouble.

rolls his eyes pointedly. "Me? I gave up trying to convince that stubborn man of anything long ago." he shakes his head, looking down at him next. "And you shouldn't try to stir trouble between me and him."

Blinks, faking innocence. 'I'm not trying to cause any trouble. Why would I do that?'

lightly slaps the back of his neck. "No idea, but you're just being a brat now, eyebrows." Right, he knows that fake-innocence look very well...

Reaches up to touch his eyebrows, puffing a cheek out. 'They're not all that bad, scarface.'

laughs loudly as he remembers that old al Pacino movie instead. "Well, they are quite impressive..."

Frowns at the older male, 'Well you must have a thing for them, you did hook up with the king of the brows.'

shrugs. "Ah, perhaps..." he shakes his head, snickering still. "I was laughing more at your nickname for me instead, honestly."

Looks a little frazzled. 'I could call you cyclops if you'd rather.'

shakes his head. "No, no..." he wipes his eyes a bit. He'd definitely joke about this to Romano later on. "I can't shoot lasers out of my eyes just yet, only Arthur's eyebrows do that."

Wouldn't enjoy being the brunt of everyone's jokes. 'You're a git.'

just found it impossibly cute, no offense meant. "Now you're talking just like your father..." he pouts a bit, all in good fun.

Makes a face at that. 'Don't say that.' Maybe he should avoid England for a while, he didn't want to sound like an old man.

ruffles his hair, smiling a bit. "In my land, we have a saying that seeds usually don't fall so far away from the trees. Just means that you, children, will always sounds like your parents one way or another."_

he explains, gesticulating a bit. "Doesn't make you sound like an old man, or stuck-up."

Still doesn't look happy, swatting his hand away. 'Well I guess it could be worse, I could sound like you.'

sticks his tongue out. "Portuguese is a beautiful language, and I don't sound off!"

odd*

Sticks his tongue back out in return. 'Australian English is better.'

grins a bit. "It doesn't even have a proper translation for saudades."

Raises an eyebrow, 'You can say the same for Japanese and German, and English even. Doesn't make your language special!'

gasps a bit. "Yes it does!" he huffs and crosses his arms. Rude!

Raises an eyebrow, looking amused. 'Does not!'

puts his hands on his pockets as he raises one eyebrow. "It gives me something to sing about."

Snorts, 'If that's all you have to sing about... Well.' He tries not to laugh.

frowns and slaps the back of his head, harder this time.

Yelps, coming up to hold onto the back of his head. 'Oi!'

shrugs. "You were being too cheeky..." He adds with an indifferent tone, hiding a small smile as he lights up a cigarette. "I'm sure Arthur did worse."

Raises an eyebrow, 'And you can't take a joke.' He runs the back of his head, nose crinkling in disgust at the cigarette. 'That blooming hurt.!

laughs a little. "That was way beyond a joke." he hums, more serious now. He notices the other's disgust, quickly putting out his cigarette. "Right, sorry..."

shakes his head, waving a hand. 'Sorry... I just hate the smell.'

nods. "My children all hate it when I smoke too... Well, one or two smoke, but it's not always." he smiles. "A sad and stupid habit."

nods, 'Not arguing there mate. Your kids are rather bright, huh? I guess they're the apples that didn't land near the tree.' He moves out of hitting distance.

nods. "They're better than you'd give them credit for, but I'm sure you've met them all..." he snickers, shaking his head. "There is an ocean separating said apples and said tree, too..."

grins brightly, 'That tends to help. Reason why I'm as charming as I am.' He winks cheekily. 'So are you giving everyone thoughtful presents?'

rolls his eyes at him. Is that kid honestly Arthur's, not Antonio's? Then again, Spain's kids are quite a bunch. "Not everyone, why?" he figures he should, since he's spent the last ten years or so not_

handing a single chestnut to anyone except a few people here and there.

shrugs, 'Just wondering~ Trying to gauge how much I'm owe you.' He smiles, not looking suspicious at all.

pauses. "Why would you owe me anything...?" Doesn't buy that cheap face one bit. Children, honestly, not two hundred years old and think they can lie.

replies, 'Because I sent you a cheap plushie for christmas, is why.'

nods. "Give me a good beverage, then..." he grins a bit. "For the coming year, hm?"

hums, 'We do alright rum in Australia? And we're alright at the younger wines?'

sighs. "Wines I have more than enough at home... Portugal and all, remember? But the rum can work, if it's good." He hums, now waiting for his gift.

... stares. He wants it now? 'How about I give you a bottle of my best rum and wine?'

...can wait too, alright. "Would definitely be a good gift." he nods to himself, smiling a bit. "You can send it to me if you want, shouldn't take long to arrive."

waves a hand, 'I have some in my rec room, if you wanna come down?'

shrugs. "Could be too... I'm not busy anyway." he waves a hand, waiting for the other to lead the way, or go fetch it if he didn't want him near the room.

leads the way, opening the door to a set of stairs that go down. He has a small movie area and a pool table set up.'

also has wine racks on the furthest wall, and a fridge to the side of that.

looks around a bit eerily at first, then smiles at the place. At least it's cosy, and he's surprised not to find any pets. He notices the wines, but stands where he is, a bit stiff.

a tank of fish on the wall behind them. He waves the man in, 'Come on in and help me pick a wine you might like.'

smiles, then moves in after permission is given, walking to where the wines are. He smiles a bit, noticing the names and the grapes the other normally uses, looking for a white wine. "I can pick any, then?"

nods, 'They're all nice.' He fetches a rum from the table of spirits while Portugal picks.

laughs a little as one of them has a koala branded on it, but eventually settles for one, tapping the bottle. "Here you go." he smiles.

it's a cute packaging... and it sells really really well in Northern America. 'You sure? That goes best with white fish...'

nods. "Yes, I've been looking for something to go with fish too... We eat it sometimes even more than meat in my lands." he explains.

shrugs, 'Alright. Then you can have it.' He places the two bottles into a twin bottle holder and hands them back. 'Merry Christmas.'

finds the bottle holder very cute even if he doesn't say anything, carefully holding it so the bottles won't break. "Thank you." he smiles at that. "I suppose I should head back and stop pestering you now."

shrugs, 'If that's what you need to do, go ahead.'

pets his head, ruffling his hair next. "Don't look so sad about it, I'll visit another day or something..." he laughs, then walks out of the room, humming to himself.

raises an eyebrow... 'I'm not sad about it.' Really, old nations were turning senile.

- "Bom dia, William!" he replies finally, waving and departing.