One of Armando’s happiest memories was one very dear to him, a sweet moment in time shared with his little brother that no one had been witness to, no one besides the two of them, and he doubted Antonio even remembered. It was a lovely and peaceful memory from a very long time ago, meaningless and yet so meaningful at the same time, something that was rare for their kind and even between him and ‘Tonio most memories were complicated at their very best and many were simply bad.
But this one simple memory, a truly simple moment, a small piece of peace stolen between all the fights and battles they had had. The one thing they had always, always agreed on was their love and fascination for the sea. No matter their leaders or the way either of them chose to go, the sea was something both siblings had always loved.
So really it should be of no surprise that this one special memory was one of a day at the beach when they had still been so young and had yet to experience many of the hardships and disagreements that were still to come. This young Antonio had ran up to a young Portugal with something hidden away in his tiny hands. All the way running up to him, little Spain had kept telling his brother that he had found something amazing.
Finally reaching his older brother Antonio all but shoved his discovery into Armando’s face. Taking a step back before inspecting his little brother’s newly discovered treasure, he found himself looking at a small animal and saw a tiny turtle.
Antonio had looked up at him in earnest and solemnly promised him that it would be his favourite animal forever.
Her brother kept his childhood promise. That turtle had eventually passed away, but Antonio still kept turtles and they were still his favourite pet.
Antonio stumbled inside, having finally made it all the way home after a long day together with his best friends. He loved it when he, Francis and Gilbert managed to spend time with one another. Still, the Spaniard was happy to be home again.
His plan was to get changed into something comfortable and clean, none of their clothes ever seemed to stay clean when they did anything together. Which really had to be killing Gilbert even if he would play it cool and never admit to it, Germany had to get it from someone.
He also desired a nice glass of wine, which he wanted to drink sitting in his back garden looking at the stunning view. So he got changed, grabbed a bottle and a glass and was about to walk into his garden when he noticed the door wasn’t closed. Tony was sure that he had closed and even locked that door.
He set the bottle and glass aside and cautiously walked outside, but not careful enough because as soon as he was fully out of his house a voice called out his name.
It was a voice he knew all too well and then he saw someone sitting in one of his garden chairs. On the table was another bottle of wine and two filled glasses.
There was his brother, the one he was never sure he got along with or not, waiting for him to get home and spend the evening looking at the view.
