Post by glassofport on Oct 2, 2010 14:05:15 GMT -5
♕ Gabriel Alfonso de Eça Oliveira ♕
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An old image of teenage Gabriel...He's ashamed to say he hasn't changed much other than having shorter hair and a bit of a goatee.
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“My name is Gabriel Alfonso de Eça Oliveira~ I’d prefer to be called Gabriel, but I can not help the fact others have a habit of calling me ‘Gabi’…though Alfred seems to be the one pronouncing it wrong daily.”
WE CAN’T TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU… ARE YOU MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN-BETWEEN IT ALL?
“Meu Deus, I was a male last time I checked! I don’t think it has changed..”
OH, REALLY? HM. YOU SHOULD WORK ON LOOKING IT… ANYWAY, WHEN WERE YOU BORN?
“H-haha…..You’re not very polite are you, mm? I am twenty eigh-—well, my age is not that important, I would think. “
WELL, YOU LOOK PRETTY FINE FOR YOUR AGE… BUT TSK. THIS OLD AND CAN’T CONTROL IT? NO WONDER YOU’RE HERE.
“……" left brow twitches upward, despite smiling as nicely as possible " …..Christ, you’re as unmannered as Brasil—“
SO, WE THOUGHT THAT BRAD PITT WAS HOT AS ALDO RAINE, BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU? …WE’RE THE DEANS, NOT YOU, DON’T GIVE US THAT LOOK.
“Did you just cut me off? BI Anyway..."cough"...Well...I don’t mind a date with a woman every…once in a while…"positive rainbow on the scale of gay”
UHUH. WELL. THAT WAS INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT DO YOU ENJOY DOING?
“Ahhh, the sea is the very meaning of love and beauty to me! It leads to new worlds, to new friends, and carries with it loving waves, like that of a mother’s kiss ♥---Haha, desculpa! I get carried away…I used to sail about when I was younger. But anyway, I love playing mandolin, singing the Fado, and fishing for cod. Did I mention I like spending time in the bed? …We’ll go no further than that though, yes? “
NOW, WHAT ABOUT THINKS YOU DON’T LIKE? WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IN ORDER TO EMBETTER YOUR SITUATION AND LIVING ARRANGEMENTS. LIKE MINDS WITH LIKE MINDS AND ALL…
Antonio
Hookahs
Francis
Turkish guresh wrestli—no, wait I like that…sadly.
What is that Dutchie’s—oh well
DULLY NOTED. WE’LL REMEMBER THAT AS WE PLACE YOU IN CLASSES AND SUCH. NOW, DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS OR SOMETHING YOU’RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT? CONTROLLING YOURSELF MUST NOT BE ONE TO BE HERE…
"Oh! Well, allow me to put forth what others have told me. I enjoy writing poetry, in fact I won a large poetry contest once when I was 16! Ahaha, good days…Hm. I grew up playing mandolin and singing with my brother, so it’s an ability we both have. We quite enjoy serenading others~~ <3 Though, I guess my songs of the Fado are extremely emotional for the women…Oh! Pardon me, I say that because I sometimes perform at my work on weeknights..” chuckles softly “I’m a bartender, so I obviously must be good at mixing drinks, sim? Well, I’m alright, but not spectacular. Though, of all the things I’m good at, I would have to say I’m best at care taking…" glances about before settling and pouting lightly “It’s not something I freely admit, usually. However, I almost always end up watching other nations’ children! So I guess I must be…”
HUH. THAT’S CURIOUS – WE NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WITH YOU. NOW, WHAT DO YOU SUCK AT? …IT’S A WORD, DEAL WITH IT.
"I ‘suck’ at…These strange English slangs. I still have not grown used to some!
- Which brings forth my first answer: I may speak English well, but some things…like…idioms? I do not understand /completely/. Haha…, especially Alfred’s uses of the language.
- Being a big brother, so says meu irmão. Sadly, I can’t say he does a good job at being a YOUNGER one. But he tries.., that’s enough for me.---I-I mean. BV
- I’m told I hold grudges too long…Ahem. I guess I just have a hard time forgiving when you cross me. But don’t worry, caros! I do not get angered easily by most!"
HM. FIGURES. WE SEE A LOT OF CASES LIKE THAT AND- HEY, LOOK, ICE CREAME!
"Eh? I do not--How does that have anything to do with this?" am confuse
WHOOPS, GUESS YOU MISSED THE TREAT. NOW, YOU MIGHT BE A LITTLE YOUNG YET, BUT GIVEN ANY THOUGHT ON WHAT YOU LIKE IN A PARTNER? DON’T BE SHY.
"Mm, I’m not very picky when it comes to partners, but I do like:
- The romantic types of people, especially poetics since I can easily connect mmmm~ kind, affectionate~
- Similar to what I said, someone with an appreciation of the art of words ♥ I need /someone/ to write my works about, sim~?
- However, if they are the romantic kind, I prefer them to be ‘relatively’ mannered in public. |:
- Lavender-scented...items…perfumes…I-I don’t know, I just really like the smell of lavender~
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- Actually…I like every aspect of a person as long as we get along. ♥
HM, THAT SCRATCHES OUT MY DAUGHTER… WHAT ABOUT THINGS YOU HATE IN A PERSON? FOR… FUTURE REFERENCE.
"W-what I don’t like? Aiiii, that’s not very hard!
- Backstabbers…those who would betray me or attack me. I guess this is where I get my grudges, since it has happened way too many times before in my past..orz
- Idiocy and Obliviousness…ai, my brother acts like that so often. Look what he did to my wall, and then acted like it was just scratch! Like he did not know how much money it would cost! But in general, I hate to be the invisible person. My brother does take the limelight a lot more than I. looks down …This lumps in with annoying people.
- Those who are disrespectful, that’s a huge turn-off. ESPECIALLY when it comes to my culture and language. When someone calls it Spanish…….. |:
- Esses babacas que me chamam espanhol, quando estou distintamente Português ...
- I really dislike people who beat around the bush ‘sometimes’…ahem.
YOU’RE QUITE SHALLOW, AREN’T YOU? HM, NO MIRRORS ALLOWED IN YOUR ROOM…
"Como?! Who said you were allowed in my home in the first place?! Unless you're a guest...~--You're going to take our mirrors? D:"
NO INTERVIEW WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT SOME BASIC QUESTIONS, RIGHT? JUST ANSWER THEM AS TRUTHFULLY AS POSSIBLE, OKAY?
“ Fine. You’re truly a nice person to converse with. sarcasm ”
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD AND DRINK?
“Well there’s octopus stew, codfish with potatoes, and shrimp—well, I do like my wines too! “
FAVOURITE PHRASE OR QUOTE?
"Some people spend their entire lives reading but never get beyond reading the words on the page, they don't understand that the words are merely stepping stones placed across a fast-flowing river, and the reason they're there is so that we can reach the farther shore, it's the other side that matters.” - Jose Saramago (Portuguese novelist)
and
“There are times when it is best to be content with what one has, so as not to lose everything.” -Jose Saramago (Portuguese novelist)
find them both very true. ♥"
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?
"Literature and music~ I feel those subjects present my potential best, haha~”
FAVORITE COLOUR?
" Cor favorita? Que tipo de pergunta é essa? Ah, ésta cor-de-rosa!” raises a brow at the obvious look of confusion. “Color of the rose, my friend. It looks especially nice as wine~”
FAVORITE PLACE?
“The sea, or a lovely beach line on the coast~”
FAVORITE BOOK?
", 'O Crime do Padre Amaro (The Crime of Father Amaro) by Eça de Queiroz . I believe Mexico made it into a famous film, haha~”
FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
“Minha rosary! Such an old item…~”
YOU HANDLED THE DRILL WELL… WE ARE IMPRESSED. NOW, TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
"…But I just met you. Wouldn’t it be nicer to learn gradually about me through becoming closer…~?<3”
[OOC: I-I’m just gonna cheat and post his normal stuff D< BECAUSE I AM THE BADS AT TALKING ABOUT MYSELF IRL, SO PORT WOULD BE..DERP. ‘An older man with wavy brown hair and olive green eyes who seems easy going at first glance, but in reality is very proud. He used to be adventurous and sassy and acted like the world was his oyster. Now, he has mellowed out somewhat and comes off as sort of melancholic when he’s not a tease to some. He had a very rough relationship growing up with his brother and tries to be the straight man but he's more like Antonio than he cares to admit. Especially when it comes to 'bawww'ing over cute things. Luckily, they seem to be getting along better these days. Gabriel's stubborn and tries to act stronger than he looks which despite his sly and cunning nature, lands him in all kinds of trouble. It might lend to the reason why he's been known to change relationships like clothes. He's extremely loving and protective of Arthur Kirkland, whom he's known and had a deep friendship (Anglo-Portuguese Alliance) with since he was young, which carries on today, despite his younger brother’s obvious hatred towards him. (longest alliance in the world; 628 years and counting). He dislikes being around some guy from the Netherlands, a Turk named Sadiq Adnan, and sometimes the Frenchman Francis Bonnefoy because of old wounds, considering while in high school, they all teased him or tried to pick fights. ( Dutch-Portuguese war,Turkish-Portuguese Conflicts ) . One notably was when he was a Junior and Francis Bonnefoy did not pick a fight, but rather tried to publicly molest him and his brother for the sake of ‘amour’ (Napoleonic conquest of Iberia; Peninsular War).’ ]
HOW ABOUT FAMILY? ARE YOU LEAVING ANYONE BEHIND?
“I have a brother, Antonio, the most idiotic greedy---well, he’s here anyway. So it’s not exactly leaving him behind.”
THAT’S INTERESTING… REMINDS US OF HOME. NOW, WHAT HAS BROUGHT YOU TO OUR ESTABLISHMENT, EXACTLY?
“Bem, primeiro eu tropecei em cima dele, enquanto em casa, você vê ~ Claro, eu não tinha cuidado até dois minutos depois, ouvi um barulho muito alto da sala. Meu irmão teve transformado e DESTRUÍDO minha parede. Minha parede que eu tinha acabado de ser pintada, também! O bastardo! Ele vai me custar muito dinheiro para substituir esse! --- Mas sim, eu percebi que nós dois precisava desta academia. Principalmente o meu irmão, a merda idiota..sighs deeply”
[ Translation: Well, I first stumbled upon it while at home, you see~ Of course, I hadn’t cared till 2 minutes later I heard a loud noise from the living room. My brother had transformed and DESTROYED my wall. My wall that I had just painted, too! The bastard! It will cost me so much money to replace that!!! ---But yes, I realized that we BOTH needed this academy. Mainly my brother, the stupid shit.]
NOW, SO WE KNOW WHEN SCHEDULING YOU, DO YOU WORK ANYWHERE AT THE MOMENT? WHAT ABOUT LIVING? DO YOU HAVE AN APARTMENT OFF CAMPUS, OR SHALL WE PUT YOU IN A DORM?
"Haha~ Where would I have clothes on my back if I did not have a job? I started out as a busboy when I was eighteen, but I started to pick up mixing drinks and now, 10 years later, I have a great job as a garçom de bar(bartender). The bar I work in is a very popular one, so I am very pleased when I earn cem dólares ($100) por hour. Feel free to stop in, I can treat you with one on the house, sim(yes)?”offers a charming smile “I seem very popular, too! My brother says ‘It’s only because you’re a looker, Gabi!’" rolls his eyes, but smiles still anyway “Whatever the matter, I’m successful at my job and own my own apartment! It’s expensive, but that’s why my brother and I share it. Nossos trabalhos permitem-nos a capacidade de pagar as contas~”
[translation: Our jobs allow us the ability to pay the bills.]
HM, ALRIGHT. LET’S SAY YOUR HOME IS BEING FLOODED. …PRETEND YOU LIVE ON THE COAST OR SOMETHING, OKAY? ANYWAY, WHAT THREE THINGS WOULD YOU SAVE?
“MEU DEUS, NOT AGAIN ;A;”
WE NEVER WOULD HAVE PICTURED YOU THE TYPE TO CARE. HOW ODD.
“….Who wouldn’t?!—oh, wait. Antonio. B |”
NOW, WE ALL KNOW WHAT REASON YOU’RE HERE… BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. MIND TELLING US YOUR SPECIES?
“Well…When I change, I get turned into a… "coughs and speaks quietly "A European Pine Marten.” rubs the bridge of his nose, ashamed to make eye contact “Descobri isso quando eu era apenas um calouro na escola. Esta menina bonita, eu tinha sido serenata e de repente ela agarrou-me a beijar. Ai, meu Deus! É realmente vergonhoso! Eu estava tão preparado para beijar de volta, que meu coração havia batido tão forte no meu peito... --- e ela assumiu que havia furado um roedor em seu rosto e fugiu. Nu..Naked. Ela não sabia que aquele monte de roupa no chão foi o meu, no entanto, que roedores que eu a deixei com .. foi .. me ..” squirms uncomfortably “I’m glad I’m able to control myself for the most part now. At most, I only get some features--”
[Translation: I found this out when I was just a freshman in high school. This pretty girl—I had been serenading her and suddenly she grabbed me to kiss. Oh, my lord!! It’s really shameful! I was so ready to kiss back that my heart had been beating so hard in my chest and---…she assumed that I had stuck an animal in her face and fled. Naked. She didn’t realize that heap of clothing on the ground was mine, however that rodent I left her with..was..me..]
[ www.djsphotography.co.uk/images/Mammals/Pine-Marten-04.jpg <-- Species image ]
HM. WE HAVE FACILITIES THAT YOU MAY FIND USEFUL. I’M SURE YOU’VE READ THE HANDBOOK THOUGH, RIGHT? IF SO, PLEASE GIVE US THE THREE HIDDEN WORDS IN A SENTENCE OR TWO.
“Today as I reached forward for the new Canadian syrup I had just bought, I noticed a charming little green spot was on my Eggo. FML.”
YOU’RE NOT AS MUCH OF A SLACKER AS WE THOUGHT. THAT’S GOOD. WE ARE IMPRESSED WITH YOU.
"Slack..er?” BI scowl “A shame, I was just starting to like you-”
WELL, THAT JUST ABOUT WRAPS EVERYTHING UP… IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO TELL US?
"No. Now I do not feeling like sharing anything with you till you learn to stop cutting me off. Hmph."
[OOC: Gabriel holds a lot of secret in actuality, though some are more visible than others. One includes when he shape shifts into his animal form of a marten, where he has a noticeable scar of his chest area. He claims he earned it after a large earthquake in his city as a child that had practically demolished his mother’s home as a child and injured him greatly because he tried to protect his brother(who had few injuries in turn). In fact, because of it he is quite touchy about his body. It’s quite obvious that he’s more intimate with his friend Arthur, than with most others and his insults to his brother, Antonio, are usually just impulsive and mean nothing. Proof of this could be the time he made Antonio cry at 12, and cradled him apologetically. As a gentleman, Gabriel definitely has a way with the ladies, whether it be his charms or his honey-dipped singing voice. More can be found out in RP ;>]
WE’LL TAKE OUR LEAVE NOW. PLEASE WAIT FOR VERIFICATION INTO THE SYSTEM.
"Como? Wait, was I talking to a computer?!”
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Cass/Sab/Port has been endlessly trailing around on this planet for nearly fifteen years, they appear to be stuck. Whoops. So they took up role playing to pass the time, and have been doing so for five years. How interesting! They are located in the pacific time-zone, for future globe-trotting reference! But I guess you can always reach them at SabTheJester (Skype).
Well, let’s get this paper into the system! :
RP:
Portugal pulled the smoking pipe from his mouth and exhaled a smoky breath as soon as he saw those doors open. Here it came, and he was not the only one mildly getting a proud feeling. His hand reached out to gently lie upon the shoulder of Afonso. Normally, anyone else who did that would probably get the guillotine (it made him lucky in many ways being a nation). Afonso responded by straightening up in his seat. He had been ill, and to make it here had been extremely tough for him. His brother, future King Pedro (or Peter) II stood dignified behind him. It was a mildly saddening thought to think his king was going senile and shortly after this was over, Pedro would be announced as regent. But Pedro was a good man, and trustworthy at that.
Charles II of England on the other hand, seemed (if even more so) to reek of arrogance and mockery. He was a lively character as far as Portugal could tell (and heard from Arthur), slightly hedonistic. Edward Montagu, 1st Earl of Sandwich stood beside Charles as well as dear Catarina (She looked very happy from what Gabriel could see). Edward was the first to speak, though Gabriel paid no mind as to what he had been saying as a greeting (or excuse) for the English being here other than the part that obviously was put nicely as of meaning "You Spaniards can't be trusted."
Instead his eyes focused on the younger and similar looking empire across from him. There Antonio was once more. Gabriel was /really/ getting tired of him seeming so...uncaring. Why? Because that just wasn't how his brother was. Usually. The Portuguese Empire's head swam with questions and insults toward the Spaniard while he scrutinized his likeness. He wouldn't admit that somewhere deep down there was a side that missed him. Pulling the pipe back up to his lips, he looked over to Arthur once more. Since the arrival of the third party, he had seemed to have grown serious and dignified himself. A deep frown set on his features at the thought that both of the other empires stood like this. Afonso's hand rose to pat his hand still on his shoulder as if to comfort; perhaps he had been squeezing it? "Desculpa...” He murmured out a smoky breath and then the king's hand lowered again. His eyes traveled back to England again. Now that he /really/ looked at him though, he knew by the way his mouth was twitching at the corner ever so slightly, that if Antonio just as much spared a glance at him, his lips would curl into a devilish smirk...And honestly, Portugal's would do that too at the sight(though surely for different reasons).
"And on that note, your highness...we would like to move on no doubt, yes?" Edward raised his hand gracefully towards one of Portugal's men; a young boy actually. He had to be at most, sixteen, and the fierce expression he put on showed that he definitely wanted to be recognized. He nodded curtly at the Englishman before pulling out a paper scroll and with his loudest voice (it had to be, it had pierced Portugal's ears as soon as it hit the room) spoke in the native language.
"Agora vou listar os termos deste documento. Quando eu terminei, Sua Alteza Real, Carlos II de Espanha e de Sua Alteza Real, D. Afonso VI, deve optar por assinar ou não assinar o acordo e ratificarem o tratado. A partir deste dia: 13 de fevereiro de 1668, Os Habsburgos espanhóis finalmente reconhecer a legitimidade da dinastia de Bragança, em Portugal. João IV de Portugal, vai ser reconhecido a posteriori como um legítimo herdeiro ao trono. Português soberania sobre suas possessões coloniais, com exceção do enclave Africano de Ceuta, será confirmada." Gabriel cringed at the mention of Ceuta, not daring to look at Arthur and Catarina. Seven years earlier, the nearby city of Tangiers had been awarded to Charles II of England as part of the dowry of Catherine of Braganza; it was stipulated in the signing of this. " E, finalmente, um acordo sobre a troca de prisioneiros, reparações e à restauração das relações comerciais também será atingido." Restoration? Gabriel's eyes shot to Spain as soon as he heard it. No doubt the Spaniard would be /extremely/ curious to know what had been said.
When the painfully loud voice of the Portuguese had finished, his eyes wandered to Edward expectantly. In turn, Edward glanced at an older man beside him. He pulled out an English translation of the treaty, and started, "I will now list the terms of this document. When I am finished, his royal highness, Carlos II of of Spain and his royal highness, Afonso VI, shall sign choose to or to not to sign the agreement and ratify this treaty. As of this day: February 13th, 1668, The Spanish Habsburgs finally recognize the legitimacy of the Braganza dynasty in Portugal. João IV of Portugal will retrospectively be acknowledged as a legitimate heir to the throne. Portuguese sovereignty over its colonial possessions, except for the African enclave of Ceuta, will be reconfirmed. And finally, an agreement on the exchange of prisoners, reparations, and the restoration of commercial relations will also be reached." By then, Gabriel had wished there was a way to plug his ears if he had not nearly snapped his pipe in two already.
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Ahhh~, and there it was. The real brother he knew beneath that 'country bumpkin' exterior. Gabriel's lids dropped, the corner of his lips curving in an almost satisfied manner. "Did I offend you? I'm surprised you're being so touchy all of a sudden...Don't worry, meu caro. I won't bring up your devastating defeat to Arthur again." The accent of that man's name rolled off his tongue like he meant it to sting...yet it was sweet in the way he obviously had said it many times before. It was another weapon to upset Antonio.
"Then again, I listened to your insults about Arthur and I for 60 years and met them with silence..." Gabriel fiddled gently with his rosary before placing it safely back beneath his robes. "Spaniards are like lice-," He murmured out to no one in particular, "Once they are there, it is difficult to get rid of them." Then he turned to Antonio once more." But this war has no light at the end of the tunnel for you. My forces are pushing yours back into your damned borders and it won't be long before England assists." Pushing the braid of his thick and curly hair over his shoulder (it had fallen forward when he had dared to lean over his brother), the empire moved off of the desk to face Antonio once more. And here came the final blow that would push him over the edge. Gabriel crossed his arms, a deep and grave frown upon his lips. It was a foolish and careless statement to be heard. "Even Deus must know that the only good thing that comes from the east is the sun. Isn't that a sign as to why there are still moors hiding on your soil after so many years of pushing them back?"
Portugal pulled the smoking pipe from his mouth and exhaled a smoky breath as soon as he saw those doors open. Here it came, and he was not the only one mildly getting a proud feeling. His hand reached out to gently lie upon the shoulder of Afonso. Normally, anyone else who did that would probably get the guillotine (it made him lucky in many ways being a nation). Afonso responded by straightening up in his seat. He had been ill, and to make it here had been extremely tough for him. His brother, future King Pedro (or Peter) II stood dignified behind him. It was a mildly saddening thought to think his king was going senile and shortly after this was over, Pedro would be announced as regent. But Pedro was a good man, and trustworthy at that.
Charles II of England on the other hand, seemed (if even more so) to reek of arrogance and mockery. He was a lively character as far as Portugal could tell (and heard from Arthur), slightly hedonistic. Edward Montagu, 1st Earl of Sandwich stood beside Charles as well as dear Catarina (She looked very happy from what Gabriel could see). Edward was the first to speak, though Gabriel paid no mind as to what he had been saying as a greeting (or excuse) for the English being here other than the part that obviously was put nicely as of meaning "You Spaniards can't be trusted."
Instead his eyes focused on the younger and similar looking empire across from him. There Antonio was once more. Gabriel was /really/ getting tired of him seeming so...uncaring. Why? Because that just wasn't how his brother was. Usually. The Portuguese Empire's head swam with questions and insults toward the Spaniard while he scrutinized his likeness. He wouldn't admit that somewhere deep down there was a side that missed him. Pulling the pipe back up to his lips, he looked over to Arthur once more. Since the arrival of the third party, he had seemed to have grown serious and dignified himself. A deep frown set on his features at the thought that both of the other empires stood like this. Afonso's hand rose to pat his hand still on his shoulder as if to comfort; perhaps he had been squeezing it? "Desculpa...” He murmured out a smoky breath and then the king's hand lowered again. His eyes traveled back to England again. Now that he /really/ looked at him though, he knew by the way his mouth was twitching at the corner ever so slightly, that if Antonio just as much spared a glance at him, his lips would curl into a devilish smirk...And honestly, Portugal's would do that too at the sight(though surely for different reasons).
"And on that note, your highness...we would like to move on no doubt, yes?" Edward raised his hand gracefully towards one of Portugal's men; a young boy actually. He had to be at most, sixteen, and the fierce expression he put on showed that he definitely wanted to be recognized. He nodded curtly at the Englishman before pulling out a paper scroll and with his loudest voice (it had to be, it had pierced Portugal's ears as soon as it hit the room) spoke in the native language.
"Agora vou listar os termos deste documento. Quando eu terminei, Sua Alteza Real, Carlos II de Espanha e de Sua Alteza Real, D. Afonso VI, deve optar por assinar ou não assinar o acordo e ratificarem o tratado. A partir deste dia: 13 de fevereiro de 1668, Os Habsburgos espanhóis finalmente reconhecer a legitimidade da dinastia de Bragança, em Portugal. João IV de Portugal, vai ser reconhecido a posteriori como um legítimo herdeiro ao trono. Português soberania sobre suas possessões coloniais, com exceção do enclave Africano de Ceuta, será confirmada." Gabriel cringed at the mention of Ceuta, not daring to look at Arthur and Catarina. Seven years earlier, the nearby city of Tangiers had been awarded to Charles II of England as part of the dowry of Catherine of Braganza; it was stipulated in the signing of this. " E, finalmente, um acordo sobre a troca de prisioneiros, reparações e à restauração das relações comerciais também será atingido." Restoration? Gabriel's eyes shot to Spain as soon as he heard it. No doubt the Spaniard would be /extremely/ curious to know what had been said.
When the painfully loud voice of the Portuguese had finished, his eyes wandered to Edward expectantly. In turn, Edward glanced at an older man beside him. He pulled out an English translation of the treaty, and started, "I will now list the terms of this document. When I am finished, his royal highness, Carlos II of of Spain and his royal highness, Afonso VI, shall sign choose to or to not to sign the agreement and ratify this treaty. As of this day: February 13th, 1668, The Spanish Habsburgs finally recognize the legitimacy of the Braganza dynasty in Portugal. João IV of Portugal will retrospectively be acknowledged as a legitimate heir to the throne. Portuguese sovereignty over its colonial possessions, except for the African enclave of Ceuta, will be reconfirmed. And finally, an agreement on the exchange of prisoners, reparations, and the restoration of commercial relations will also be reached." By then, Gabriel had wished there was a way to plug his ears if he had not nearly snapped his pipe in two already.
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Ahhh~, and there it was. The real brother he knew beneath that 'country bumpkin' exterior. Gabriel's lids dropped, the corner of his lips curving in an almost satisfied manner. "Did I offend you? I'm surprised you're being so touchy all of a sudden...Don't worry, meu caro. I won't bring up your devastating defeat to Arthur again." The accent of that man's name rolled off his tongue like he meant it to sting...yet it was sweet in the way he obviously had said it many times before. It was another weapon to upset Antonio.
"Then again, I listened to your insults about Arthur and I for 60 years and met them with silence..." Gabriel fiddled gently with his rosary before placing it safely back beneath his robes. "Spaniards are like lice-," He murmured out to no one in particular, "Once they are there, it is difficult to get rid of them." Then he turned to Antonio once more." But this war has no light at the end of the tunnel for you. My forces are pushing yours back into your damned borders and it won't be long before England assists." Pushing the braid of his thick and curly hair over his shoulder (it had fallen forward when he had dared to lean over his brother), the empire moved off of the desk to face Antonio once more. And here came the final blow that would push him over the edge. Gabriel crossed his arms, a deep and grave frown upon his lips. It was a foolish and careless statement to be heard. "Even Deus must know that the only good thing that comes from the east is the sun. Isn't that a sign as to why there are still moors hiding on your soil after so many years of pushing them back?"
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