Portuguese laid the head and body of the kingdom, Ayutthaya, on a bed of red and white flowers. His blood stained the white flowers that was under him, pieces of Ayutthaya start to fly off like a dandelion. "Goodbye, my love" Ayutthaya whispered as he put his hand on Portuguese Empire's cheek, "Goodbye" Portuguese Empire said trying not to choke on the tears. "Don't cry, we will meet again" Ayutthaya quietly said, Portuguese Empire hugged his dying lover. Ayutthaya closed his eyes as his pieces soon drifted off, leaving Portuguese Empire on his own.
———————Back in Reality———————-
Portugal woke up during the night, he was panting. Portugal catches his breath, "He is dead, move on!" He reminded himself. Portugal remembers all this, but he wish he didn't. Portugal got up and dressed, he walked out of his house. He'd locked the door before leaving tho. As he walked on foot, he heard his shoes clicking against the stone sidewalk. It was dark and empty, Portugal hated that. As he arrived within five days, he sat down against a temple and drank some of his water. As Portugal looked up, he saw a short country. The country's flag was white and with a colorful symbol in the middle, "Hello, Farang!" The country spoke. "Farang" Portugal thought, Ayutthaya called his past life that too. "W-who are you?" Portugal managed to ask, "I am Province Ayutthaya! You can call me PA if you want" He replied. Portugal looked confused for a second, "Sorry, Farang, the last visitor called me that. I thought it was kinda nice" PA would look a little embarrassed, Portugal smiled at PA. "Anyways, do you want a guide? If you want one, that will be €3,500" PA chuckled, Portugal started to sweat, he didn't have any money. "I don't need one, but could you join me while I go inside this temple?" Portugal asked. PA hesitated a bit, "Sure!" He finally got out. Portugal got up and grabbed his bags. PA followed Portugal into the temple. Thus, they did meet again, just like what Ayutthaya said at his death bed...
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