#aph Portugal

[fuimus-troes]

ok listen

[sardinassiesta]

[renonv]

Eye for an eye

My part of an art trade with @portuguts 🍅

Clean version

[rosesandalfazemas]

It's so Libra canon that hurts! JAJAJAAJ really cute little fic! in here it's summer so i fell far away of the feeling but the idea was amazing~

would you consider some engport for the winter prompts? :3

always.

Warmer

“That is not a snowman.”

“Snowmen… Snowwomen… Do we have to label these things?”

“Okay, let me reiterate: that is not any kind of snowperson, João, that is a duck.”

João’s smile drops. He stands there, serious in his salmon-pink mittens, and says, “It is literally Barcelos.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Very!”

Arthur pulls a face—that sort that says ‘hmm, well, if you say so’—and he goes back to sipping the hot drink in his cup. João in turn huffs, then goes back to patting bits on snow into his chicken-duck-demon effigy upon the garden table, his latest masterpiece, and his first snow sculpture in years. Though to be fair, it’s also Arthur’s: white Christmases are a rare phenomena!

Of course, he’s just winding the other up. He could tell what João was making when he first looked out of the kitchen window about ten minutes ago, but sometimes, it’s amusing to watch the other work hard away, a pout on his face, a frown at his brows. The fluffy earmuffs he’s borrowed from Arthur’s collection of winter-wear add to the patio scene. 

Taking another sip of his tea, Arthur continues to observe. A small ball of snow is scooped up from the table and gets smushed down onto the head. Time to make the comb!

While João continues, Arthur asks, “Want a hot drink?”

“I’d rather have some help,” the other duly responds.

“The mighty Portugal seems to be doing a fine job on his own, though,” Arthur remarks light-heartedly, from the comfort of the conservatory, whose warmth he can still just about feel behind him as he stands in the doorway.

João stops, mittens on snow, to look at him. “I don’t think you understand.”

The words are said so seriously—so harrowingly—that, actually, Arthur is inclined to agree with him. He doesn’t understand. So he steps down onto the patio in his slippers and he wonders, “What do you need me to do?”

“Something you should have done a long time ago, Kirkland,” is his stern response.

Now concerned he’s forgotten to do something that was asked of him, or that he’s forgotten a date (I swear that’s in January, though!), or that he’s just being an idiot in general and that’s disappoint João which is the last thing he wants and—

“Coat, scarf and gloves,” João instructs him. “Put them on. Find your shoes. Come outside.”

Panic dissipates like steam. 

“Oh, you—” Arthur gives a nervous laugh. “You actually just want me to help.”

“Yes!” João cries. “In your own damn time! My hands are freezing, but Toni sent me a photo of a snowman he made, all proud and stuff, and now I want to show him how much better my snow sculpture is!”

More amused than anything, Arthur promises he will help, and he retreats inside to wrap up warm. Within three minutes, he’s slipping on some boots and is back outside, ready to help João achieve his goal for the day: to outshine his brother.

(Something he does every day in Arthur’s book, but… that is beside the point.)

Arthur first tells João to swap gloves with him. It means that he hasn’t got the cold, wet mittens continuing to freeze off his digits, and Arthur, willing to endure for him, can power on and follow his instructions while João takes a break.

Together, they manage to finish the comb and carefully make its swooping shape. After that, João directs Arthur through some touch-ups, wanting to perfect his creation before he dares take a photo to send to his brother. 

Anyone who listened would perhaps think João is bossy, but that’s not the case. He’s an occasional perfectionist, and only when it involves competition of some kind. Arthur knows what that’s like. He has that same streak when it comes to his brothers. It’s one thing that makes him and João kindred spirits, in a way.

“Hey.”

Arthur lifts his gaze to find João next to him. With a blink, before him is a completed Snowcelos (a name João does not approve of, but oh well!) and he realises… they’re done. Wow. Finished! When did that happ—?

A chilly kiss lands on his cheek. Yet, it brings him the warmth of home.

“Sorry for making you come outside into the cold,” João says.

He loosely wraps his arms around Arthur from behind, resting his head upon Arthur’s shoulder. There’s nothing else he says—he simply gives him a hug—but the way he rests makes it seem like he’s tired. Ready to stop.

“I’m just glad we finished,” Arthur tells him, regardless. He puts his arms on top of João’s. “Are you happy with your snow duck?”

“Snow Barcelos.”

“Same difference.”

“Yes,” João determines. “I am.”

Another kiss meets Arthur’s skin, and João then slowly withdraws from the embrace. Instead, he takes Arthur’s hand, and suggests they go back inside before they both start to freeze. 

“What about Snowcelos? Aren’t you going to take a picture?” Arthur questions as the other starts to gently pull him back towards the house.

“I will do,” João responds, “but I think he can afford to sit there and wait a little bit.”

“Wait for what?”

“For us to warm up a little.”

“Oh?” So much for being tired!

“‘Tis the season for showing thanks, no?”

Arthur’s face changes hues. “W-Well, I mean—”

“Don’t worry, Kirkland,” João smiles that teasing smile of his. “This won’t take long.”

[ winter prompts here! ] [ ficlet collection on ao3! ]

[hetalianhistorian]

New Halloween illustrations have been posted for an upcoming AMOCAFE collaboration!

Source link: https://twitter.com/amocafe_ikeb01/status/1839590811555512435

The collaboration will begin on October 10th and will run until November 11th. More details to come!!

[snoozerin]

Doodles I forgot to post cuz I got back on instagram and forgot abt tumblr sorry😢

[tejennnn]

When you encounter these gremlins 🇪🇸🇵🇹 on your dining table, wyd 【・_・ 】

Based on (under cut):

Spain 🇪🇸 is with (the parody of) Spanish liqueur Cuarenta y Tres or Licor 43 brand! The original said that it literally consists of 43 different ingredients..

Portugal 🇵🇹 with Portuguese liqueur Licor Beirão! Really curious how it would taste and smell since some said it's similar to Jägermeister but much smoother?

[lunakagayake]

Imagine them sharing a room and fighting over the shampoo running out

[putagal]

random small dump of pooty doodles

[ifindus]

Oh how the turn tables ~

It's been referred to as "coolcation" in the media here: apparently it's a new trend for the southern Europeans to vacation in Norway during summer to avoid the intense heat around the Mediterranian these last couple of years.

[silenimg]

Not too found on digital drawing but this process was really enjoyable i am pleased

[lumierew]

🇨🇭🇪🇸🇮🇹🇵🇹 Commission for @folightening >_<

[sardinassiesta]

✌️

[renonv]

🅱️inktober days 1-3

[codgobbler]

I think Portugal and Romano would get along

[snoozerin]

hetalia instagram story doodle reqs