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The New World

Context: It's 1492 and The Spanish Empire and Portuguese Empire catch a ride to "India" but it's not exactly what they expected.

Spanish Empire's POV

     I watch as Portugal's wobbly boots clank against the floorboards. I pull out a knife and strike it against a piece of flint and a small piece of paper catches fire. I light a candle with the paper and it immediately fills the dark room with light.

     "Seasick again?" I ask without looking up at Portugal. My arm rests on the desk while my other arm holds the flaming paper up to my face, feeling its warmth.

     "N-No. I'm just tired," Portugal replies, clearly lying. I blow out the fire on the paper and move the candle to the corner of the desk. We've been on this ship for months now. Portugal isn't the only one seasick. Much of the crew is. If we want to reach India, we better do it soon.

     I pull out a small silver compass from my shirt pocket and stare down at it as if it is a piece of gold. I have too many compasses."You are obsessed with those things, are you not?" Portugal asks.

     "How could you tell?" I say sarcastically. "I only have eleven more." Portugal laughs and sits at a different desk, putting his head in his hands. "You look like you are about to throw up sick. Do you need water?"

"There is none. No food either." Portugal looks at me, his eyes drained of all hope. He's not lying. There is barely any food and little water.

"Why don't you go upstairs? Get some fresh air," I suggest.

"Great idea." He stands up slowly and walks towards the door, only to stop at the doorframe.

     A loud voice calls from upstairs. "Land! I spot land!"

     Portugal turns around quickly, his eyes widened. Without saying anything, I stand up abruptly and we both sprint out the door, up the steps, and to the bow of the ship where the whole crew is located.

Everyone stares out at the seemingly endless ocean. Nothing can be spotted.

But if you squint really hard, you can just see a sliver of land in the far distance.

Finally.

"India..."

The whole crew starts to cheer as the ship draws closer to the land.

     I look to Portugal, who smiles. "Looks like that Columbus man was right." He laughs and I smile as well. Then his face becomes serious and he looks past my shoulder. "Spain, are those the natives?"

I hate this chapter so much. It was so rushed since I've been so busy. But I wanted to keep y'all from getting bored by my angsty chapters so I needed to publish something.

In my AU, Spain being obsessed with compasses is a reoccurring thing.

Something that makes my AU different from most is that the Spanish Empire isn't Spain's father. They're actually the same person, he just changed his flag.