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"Qué bonito es ver la lluvia y no mojarse."  21+Indie Spain EST 7/09

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"Hola. No puerdo dejar de hablar Español."

“Oh? Que güey. Dime, querida, ¿cuál es la velocidad de velocidad del aire de una golondrina de vacío?”

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“Wow that almost makes you sound super conceited, little brother.” Jo snickered to himself. He rolled the window down and dangled his arm outside in the open air, rolling his eyes at the mention of work.

“Hey. You love me despite my inability to do work when the sun is out and shining.” It was true that the Portuguese man was captivated by the sun and the summer, but winter just left him… unhappy. He took the summer for all it was worth, and would not apologise over it either.  “The beach! The closest one, the one you prefer, I don’t care just pick one and lets go.”

“Only to you, Jo. Only to you.” Antonio grinned at his brother before backing out and starting them on their journey to Antonio’s home in Las Rozas so he could get some food, a change of clothing, and just generally clean up a little bit. Then the beach.

“Do I? Pretty sure Basti wants to throttle you come November; you gotta be nice to the kid, Jo. He doesn’t like asking like, ten thousand times, for you to actually turn things into him. Just do it all in advance and then escape to Brasil or the Azores or Macau or some shit.” Antonio glanced at his brother and grimaced. “Dude, we’re in fuckin’ Madrid.  La Malvarrosa is like...I dunno 370 kilometres away--”

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“Sorry, my dear baby brother, but I have more important things to think about on the daily than your adorable little face.” To illustrate his point, João reaches over to just pinch Toni’s cheek before giving it a light pat. “Like, work. When I actually do it, and getting ready to clean up for the winter.” While it never really got cold, it got cool enough to want to stay dry. Maintenance on the boat got done in the winter in it’s dry dock. “It’s probably a good mix of both, if I’m honest. I’d rather lose a bit of my mind to the sea than to paperwork.”

Regardless if Gemma was prospering without their help, Jo was still proud of her. Not that she needed it ever. “Too true. Gossip sustains the lot of us.”

“I better be the most important thing in your in your life.” Antonio joked, swatting at his brother as he pinched his cheek. “Stop that,” He murmured, rubbing his cheek gently from where João had pinched him on the cheek.  Antonio snorted at his brother and gave a small roll of his eyes. “You doing work is a foreign concept, João. Winter is the only time you’re slightly productive and that’s just because you’re whining about everything else.” Antonio grinned at Jo and nudged him gently.  “God right? C’mon tell me where we’re going.”

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“You really think you occupy my every waking thought with how jealous I am of you? That’s concerning.” Scoffing, João holds the keys out of reach for a moment, side-eyeing Antonio before just tossing them to his brother. “I might spend too much time at the beach but the sun has not gone that badly to my head.”

“You know hat, I’m proud of her.” João chuckled with ease, waiting for Toni to unlock the car before getting in the passenger’s side. “There’s rarely a shortage of nosy people willing to put money on what they think is going to happen, especially in Europe.”

“Absolutely. I’m your little brother, I had better occupy your ever waking thought ever.” Antonio huffed, snagging the keys after returning the side-eye, unlocking the car and tossing his stuff in the back. “I’m no so sure about that one, João. Not sure at all. Something’s gone to your head; it’s your decision if it’s the sun or drinking too much salt water.”

Antonio scrunched his nose up, shaking his head as he got into the driver’s side and shut the door. “Jo, no need to be proud when she was doing just fine without us.” The car is started and Antonio huffed. “Europe is full of  gossipers. If we’re not gossiping? We die.”

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“When in my life have I ever been jealous of you, little brother?” The question in incredulous, João spinning his car keys around on his index finger as they walked. “I don’t recall a time that it’s ever happened.”

Shaking his head in disbelief, the Portuguese man just sighed. While it was most likely not true, it definitely fit their lovely Andorran to a T. “I really would not be surprised. Gemma’s talent is lucrative at the very least.” But, he just chuckles lightly. “Mmhm. This is true. She just wants everyone to be as excited as she is about… Everything.”

“Obviously all day every day.” Antonio gave a small shrug, leaning forward to snag the car keys from his elder brother. “I recall a lot of times. You’re just old as fuck and your memory is lacking.” Antonio simply hummed, pausing in front of the car and holding his hand out for the keys to the car. “She single-handedly is supporting and holding up the Andorran economy. I knew it.” Antonio laughs and nods. “Whomever she’s near when it comes to this better be wary.”

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Sure, the idea of actually dating someone was foreign and downright terrifying to Ludwig, who really never had the chance or mental state to care about someone for more than a few hours at a time, to let them dwell in the space in his chest and take up real estate in his thoughts. He was afraid and nervous but God was he ready to take the leap now. 

“I will.” He gave Antonio a smile, “I will, I promise.”

Antonio’s known the German for practically as long as the kid’s been around. He means well, is smart, a hardworker-- he’s not going to intentionally try to hurt the purest ray of sunshine to ever walk on the earth and he knows it.  “Oh, I know. Don’t look so scared, I’m not going to lop your head off. That’s João’s job. My sword has been retired for quite some time.”

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Bah. The topic of their relative attractiveness was always going to be around, and João could concede for the time being. They were all damn cute, and that was the end all be all. The semantics about who was truly the cutest would forever be a debated point. 

“I think we all hate when she’s right. She always gets the pot on the betting pools that she started. I won’t say it’s rigged, but it almost seems that way.” Rubbing a hand over his face, he looked at Toni. “Suppose we’ll just have to wait until Gemma fills us all in.”

“You’re just jealous.” He practically sing-songs the words, properly locking up his office door behind him and calling to his secretary that he’s out for the rest of the day. Surely there will be groans about it but they’ll be fine. The law could wait a little.

Antonio snorts quietly. “Maybe her betting pools is why Andorra is one of the richest country’s in the world.” That was some sort of speculation, if anything. “Gem will fill us in, we won’t need to wait long. She can’t keep a secret to save her life.”

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“You know what, I’ll take it. If my title must be the goofy one, then I will wear it with pride and make you all regret giving it to me.” But Antonio being cuter than himself? Well. Perhaps. Toni is definitely softer looking than the Portuguese rep and all. “You just have a baby face, don’t lie to yourself.” 

They all knew not to bet against Gemma; not when it came to interpersonal matters such as love and friendship. She had a nose like a bloodhound for it years in advance. Sighing, he just rubbed a hand over his face. “I don’t know if she still is or not. I have not seen her.” But his brother’s estimation may very well be true, that Naia was still very much inland with Ludwig. “I still don’t know how she was still betting on that to happen. And yet, she was right.” The Low Countries could forever be a mystery to him. 

“That’s why I keep the beard.” Antonio joked, stroking his facial hair. “Because I have a baby face and you like to tease me for it.” He tsk’d at his brother, giving a small shake of his head. How dare João be the reason for Antonio’s self- consciousness. At least, that’s what the Spaniard would tell his brother. “My baby face makes me the cutest. Get it together, João.” You bet against Gemma and you were likely to be out of money. And quite a bit of it, too. The Andorran didn’t open betting pools for cheap and often times it was a couple hundred euros before one could participate. João’s reaction was more than warranted. “Hm.” Likely she was, which explained why Antonio hadn’t seen her. It was a reasonable deduction. “I hate that she was right.”

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“Oh! No, that’s,” Ludwig laughs a little, rubbing a hand against his neck. “Not what I meant. Just that I’m not going to keep her bogged down like that. I would never. The sea is as much a part of her as she is a part of it.” Even when so far removed from her shoes, Naia always did carry with her a touch of the sea in just her very nature. It was something he deeply admired about her. 

“What, are you serious?” Ludwig looked a little skeptical, but that would explain Aleks calling him of all people.

Antonio nods. Everyone was in a tizzy-- mostly because Bastian was making a big deal of it, but that was to be expected when one’s best friend was actually dating someone and not just trying to take the hurt away by finding anyone who would go to bed with him. So everyone was maybe just a little bit excited.

“I trust you, Ludwig.” Antonio smiles and gently pats him on the back. “You have my blessing or whatever you need to make you feel better. Just take care of her, that’s all I ask. She...doesn’t have a lot on her plate, work wise, anymore, so she’s really been delving into her marine biology, just-- yeah. Be good to her.”

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When Antonio opens the door, Leandro grins, using his free hand to take his hat off and stylishly flip it around to push to his chest, dipping his head in greeting. “Of course, drinking good wine alone isn’t fun at all.” Putting the hat back on his head, he offered up the bottle. “Made from local Greco Nero grapes and hand delivered by a handsome Italian, the perfect combination no amount of money can buy.” For added emphasis, he’ll chef’s kiss into the air; was it a little vain to call himself handsome? Probably, but it wasn’t unusual behavior for the man. Whether he honestly believed it or not was another story entirely, but surely if he kept saying dumb shit like that, it’d be true.

Peeking around his friend, Leandro hums. “I’m not interrupting you, am I? I know I should’ve called, but then it wouldn’t have been a surprise.”

Oh God. Antonio leans back a bit at the flippant...flipping... of the hat, giving a good-natured roll of his eyes at his antics. “Absolutely not, and truly, I think you’ve picked the most fantastic drinking partner.” He steps to the side, allowing Leandro into the home before shutting the door behind him and gesturing for the Italian to head to the kitchen. “No. Not interrupting me. I was trying to have some sort of dumb revelation by laying on my kitchen island, and quite frankly? Glad you knocked me out of my stupor. It’s good to see you, Leandro. It’s been far too long.” 

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“I’d never be so stupid as to think I could keep her anywhere for too long.” He smiled as he spoke, knowing that a free-spirited nature was a hallmark of the siblings, and his world built rigid in steel and concrete could never dare to hold her down. There was comfort in security, sure, but a breath of life in freedom. “She’ll go when she’s ready.”

Antonio hums softly in agreement, nodding at Ludwig. “Just know that that doesn’t necessarily mean she’ll leave you, rather, she just needs a month floating on a boat studying turtles.” The Spaniard smiles at Ludwig and gives his back a much more gentle pat this go around. “You have everyone in a tizzy.”

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“Of course. I wouldn’t feel right to just spring it on you.” Plus, he did value the opinion of Naia’s siblings, even if they’d all known each other for decades or longer by now. “She’s been more or less having a ball around Berlin, keeping my office busy.”

Antonio nods, appreciate the value that the German put on his and his sibling’s opinions. Not that it necessarily mattered, Naia was a big girl, she could make her own decisions. “Ah, so she’s still prancing around Berlin? Captivated her, huh? Don’t forget to let her loose into the sea, she might as well be a mermaid after all.”

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The German knew well enough of former empire strength to also know that they could truly do some damager, should they really want to. But, lucky for him, Toni was’t trying to break his spine.

“No, not officially,” He said quietly, scratching the back of his neck. “I wanted to, I guess, give you a heads up first? Even though I know it’s not needed anymore.”

He could. He really, really could. But Toni was dramatically more laid back than his former self had been and it was, certainly, for the better. At least for Ludwig it was. The Spaniard eyes Ludwig and just. nods, appreciative of the fact that the man was at least being respectful of that. “Well. Thank you. I appreciate it.”

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Ludwig cracks a little smile, knowing that the Spaniard could’ve hit him harder should he have wanted to. 

“Look, Toni, I don’t do this kind of thing…. Ever.” but, what he was saying was true, Gemma would climb him like a tree and try to smother him should he do anything to Naia. “I know. Gemma can be a right terror.”

He could have. And he will if need be. Former Empires were still stronger than the average nation. Not to say Ludwig was none of the above, because he himself was a former nation-- but even still.

“Mmm.” He hums, nodding at the German. “She can be. Anyway. Have you even asked Naia?”

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“Hm.” He hums, squinting at the German. “Be good to her.”

Ludwig feels like his heart might actually burst out of his chest. 

“I will.” It’s a promise gently made, the nerves he’s feeling most likely clear as day.

Antonio grins and slaps Ludwig on the laugh, a bit too roughly, really. “Aw, c’mon Ludwig. Don’t look so distressed. João’s who you should be worried about. Not me. Actually, scratch that. Gem’s who you should be worried about.”

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Ah, the overzealous and hot-blooded Dane. João had really not spent too much time speaking with him, not as Toni seems to have as of late, but nonetheless. He was more than privy to how Mathias and his husband tended to be, and as such nothing really surprised him. The mention of those two just made him chuckle, tipping his head back as if to greet the sun once they hit the outside air. “I’m adorable, Toni. Are you just now noticing?”

The mention of their dear sister does, however, properly draw his attention and focus. “I haven’t properly talked to Nai since she went to Berlin for you while you were out on vacation. I hesitate to say that Gemma is wrong, because she’s often more right than we notice, but I can’t give any credit to her since I myself have heard nothing.”  

“Out of all of us, João, you’re the goofiest, not the cutest. Naia or Gem would take that spot.” He can’t help but grin at his elder brother, more than enjoying teasing him and continually poking fun at him. It was definitely a brother thing. “I would venture so far to say that I’m cuter than you.” Antonio shrugs slightly. “Is she still in Berlin?” He mutters, voice somewhat monotone. “Because I’m hedging a bet she is. Gemma is rarely wrong about these things. Hell, she predicted Théo finally popping the question and here we are with a distressed King EU.”

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“Oi!” 

The Italian has made his way to Spain in order to visit Antonio, a nice bottle of wine tucked under his arm, wrapped in brown paper and tied with a thin hemp rope. He’s got on a cute straw boater on, tilted so far back it’s damn near about to fall off his head. Leandro knocks, not for the first time, on the door to the Spaniard’s place. It’s much harder this time. 

“Oi, I brought wine from that little vineyard near my place! Lemme in and drink it with me!”

Antonio sits up from where he was in his kitchen, laying across the island, contemplating what to actually make for dinner. Only to hear the door, someone knocking and he can’t help but heave a sigh as he slides off his island.

“Leandro--” The door is swung up and Antonio smiles. “Good to see you. I hear you have wine.”