lunarsnickerdoodle:

He had been minding his own business, playing some new game he’d found on his phone app, when a pair of arms wrapped around his person, curling around his legs and shoulders before lifting in one smooth motion. He still found himself squeaking in surprise, clinging tightly to Twist, the bastard. Said bastard simply hummed, going about his business, as if he wasn’t carrying Portugal around like a teddy bear.

“What’s this, then?” He made sure his tone was more snappish than embarrassed; Twist was so much bigger than he was that being carried like this made him feel even smaller than he usually did.

Twist snickered, now only holding him up with one hand. “Yer so small, P, it’s a pleasure ta hold ya.”

Portugal tried very hard to not squeal in embarrassment even as his face lit up a vibrant emerald. “Fucka you, boyo, I ain’t that small!”

Twist raised a brow before taking hold of the sides of his ribcage, pulling him away and holding him out in front of him. He smirked as Portugal glanced down and scowled, his face still burning. Chuckling, he pulled him close to his chest, continuing on with whatever it was he had been doing. Portugal scowled into his shoulder, refusing to acknowledge the warmth that was slowly blossoming in his soul.