Train ride to freedom [PortSpa]

Chapter 1;

Only sounds that remind me of home were Portugal's similarities to Spanish tradition, or was it the Spanish whom copied the Portuguese and strayed off their creativity? It matters not, as Iberian music drowned the room in its vast omnipotent, ancient history, pleasing to those of the Spanish who found themselves superior to the Portuguese. However, had they not realized that their neighboring country was much more older and wiser, humbler and kind than they could ever be? Perhaps not, but would it be better if you were to foil their narcissism? An answer to that would be a hard yes.

Was it hard to be a Spanish man in a Portuguese area? Were they treated any differently, worse, inferior to them for being a man or woman of Spain? Another no, but was it the same for Spain with the Portuguese people? All of them have simple answers; they're all the same, a solid no in their stunning, tan faces.

"Olá? Antonío?" A rather concerned voice stretched out to me, a familiar one, a man who followed every stereotype of the Portuguese to the absolute brim. I would chuckle to myself in imagining João's face as the shape of Portugal, but that wouldn't leave me solidarity.. It's me who makes the awkwardness shine between our brotherly-like relationship. He makes jokes about me being the exact stereotype of the Spanish, which would quite honestly, suit me well. A man of purity he was-

"Oi, Antonío! I called you around 4 minutes ago, are you deaf?" I felt a hard, solid smack hit the back of my head. I let out an embarrassing squeal of mediocre pain, and by God, if he were to add that to his Blackmail Collection- That actually wouldn't be too bad compared to everything else he had on me. Sighing, roughly, laced with frustration but a bit of thankfulness for his underlying concern, "Yes, yes! I heard you, mì mayor hermano! Jeez, you didn't have to hit me.."

"Didn't have to hit you? What a joke." He spat at me, though, understandably he didn't mean it, it did kind of annoy me how he treated me like I was his little brother- Sure, he took care of me for like... Maybe 98% of my life and dealt with my phases but.. I still have the other 2% of my life where he hadn't impacted me! It was I, who impacted him! Admittedly, negatively but I still should have credit for taking care of myself. "Stop laughing!" I retort back, pouting in annoyance- it wasn't funny! He made fun of me for every little thing and-

"Don't worry about it, meu irmão~" João purrs in mockery, he knew so well how to get on my bad side and I hated that he did it so well.. "Come on, let's get outta here, Ms. Fernandinho gave us a free pass to ditch this godforsaken high school." Mentioning so, he grabbed my skinny wrist and made his way to turn in a release note at the front of the office, so we could both leave. Nobody really questioned us leaving together; we looked almost identical, besides João being more physically adoring and.. Having longer hair. Just admitting it, he's a lot more attractive than I am, okay? But we look like brothers!

  They've always mistaken João for being Spanish even when his name was Portuguese, they don't even acknowledge that his country exists.. It's always Spain that rules that peninsula and not the great nation of Portugal that truly holds the crown of history, unfair, is it not? I could never find it in myself to tell João he's wrong.. Nor could I ever find a time when he was ever in the wrong, calculated in every move he made- it was like he knew everything before it even happened and it was scary.

As we made our way to the train station, João sporting a couple hundred euro he most likely stole from his.. Unbelievable asshole excuses of parents, he made sure he had brung anything of need- Lots of food, water bottles, water purifiers, extra clothes, blankets, our phones and a solar powered charger, things that were essential to survival but things for comfort as well. "Where are we to pay, hermano? The line is so long-" "Who said we were gonna pay?"

His response surprised me- João has broken rules, yes, but they were all simple! Could he have really lost his- "You look so surprised- Shut it, I'll pay later if you're so sensitive about it." Though his annoying chuckle had gotten through to my head, he always knew how I felt about everything. People always say I'm easy to read.. But- But I'm not!! I'm just not obvious, right? Like every other person!! I'm just not afraid to show my personality- Yeah, that!

"C-Calláte, idiota. I am not sensitive!" I finally responded, increasing my.. Embarrassingly high voice in his ear. "Alright! Alright! Pare, pare!" João yelled back, covering his ears to protect himself from the painful screech that I had.. Erm, emitted. It was like a roar of a big t-Rex, okay? Just- I was Spanish so it was obviously higher pitched! "You scream like a girl, meu irmão." A small gape appeared through my mouth, the crossing of my arms and tapping my foot in.. Annoyance! Yelling back, "I do not scream like a little girl!" Had gathered the attention of a few families who were simply trying to get to work. I gulped and apologized in a weak manner, but anger quickly awoken as I hear his laughter bust once more, "Oi, Meu Deus!" His laughter cried in obvious scanter, eyes shut closed in fear of his over exaggerating reaction would pop his stupid eyes out of those Portuguese eye sockets!

"Let's go before we get kicked out- ¡Vamonos!" I, myself, was not sure if he was simply mocking Spanish or just saying that so I could understand- knowing this dark, brown haired bimbo, it was probably both. A smile spread across my face, although, "Wait, ¡estúpida!"