She wanted to get out of this country but she still had to get to her hotel and grab her bags. All needed someone to talk to.
                          
She wanted her family. Everyone, the Nordics, her colonial siblings, her South American cousins, her brothers, her state, province, city, and territory siblings, Portugal, her mother, her Native siblings.
                          
Everyone.
                          
"Why us?" She cried.
                          
And Maria didn't cry that easily.
                          
The girl took out her phone and dialed someone's number.
                          
"Maria? Is everything alright?"
                          
" Papai (Daddy) I.... I... he did it..." She sobbed, "They..."
                          
He couldn't understand her but knew she was clearly in distress, "Okay, okay calm down. Where are you? Are you close?" He didn't want her driving in this condition.
                          
"In Spain," She told him the highway she was on.
                          
"I'm coming, Amada, just relax. Okay?" (Amada: Sweetheart)
                          
"O-okay."
                          
Maria grabbed the charms and wrapped her arms around herself, sobs racked through her body.
                          
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18 minutes later (Our boy used a jet, it was supposed to take about 30 minutes)
                          
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Portugal knocked on the car door and once Maria unlocked it, he took his daughter into his arms. And ran his hands through her hair, "It's okay, Amada, I'm here now."
                          
Maria had her head buried into his chest and sobbed. She didn't even know had more tears left to cry. 
                          
Portugal knew the girl was gonna make herself sick if she didn't stop crying soon. He rubbed her back and she finally calmed down.
                          
Portugal saw the charms but didn't say anything, "What happened?'
                          
Maria stayed silent for a little awhile longer before speaking, "I remember our time with the Nordics."
                          
He looked surprised but still didn't say anything. 
                          
"They- they kidnapped us."
                          
Portugal looked even more surprised and wrapped his arms around her tighter. She explained everything.
                          
And by the end of it, Portugal was furious. 
                          
His brother had done a lot of things, but this was..... low even for him.
                          
He was gonna kick his ass.
                          
"Do you want me to call the Nordic-"
                          
"No!!" She didn't know how to tell them that she was one of their... long lost children or something and wanted her brothers and her to do it together. 
                          
Portugal nodded, "Do you want me to call your family?" 
                          
She thought about it before nodding, "Can you call Venezuela?"
                          
He nodded again and took out his phone. He had all of the Americas' phone numbers. Portugal passed Maria the phone once he pressed Venezuela's contact.
                          
"Please pick up," She whispered.
                          
"Hola Portugal," She heard her cousin come on, on the other line.
                          
"Ven," She started, "It's me."
                          
"Mar? Why do you sound so- what happened? Did Spain do something?"
                          
"In the past he did," She mumbled.