Got a new idea for ya!
Some random people, who are not nations, decided to kidnap Portugal for ransom when they saw him walking alone at night and managed to knock him unconscious. And they call the first contact they see on Portugal’s phone, not knowing that it’s all of the ex Portuguese colonies’ phone numbers in one group chat. (The chat was made by Portugal who just wanted to have a chat with his kids) The phone immediately gets picked up by Brazil, then Angola, and then the others, because one, (from what i have seen from your posts) Portugal never calls unless something happened and he is in danger or needs someone to talk to. They immediately know something is up and automatically ask where Portugal is.
I’ll let you decide what to write next. I expect a whole on shitshow.
-⭐️@weirdfan12
"What the fuck is this?" Luciano was the first one to ask.
"Listen up. We have Portugal," a man wearing a ski mask said. "If you want him unharm, you'll pay 1 million dollars in 24 hours."
"Fucking what?" Mozão asked.
"Paying ransons in this economy?" Zola scoffed.
"If you harm him, can we pay less?" Rosinha wondered.
"Yeah! You can beat him up." Guiné added. "The more the better."
"Well, I'm not paying shit." Luciano said.
"Guys, you're so mean!" Timor cried out. "Don't hurt dad! I'll go save him."
"Timor, no!" all the siblings yelled in unison.
"We do not negotiate with terrorists," Macau told them. "Give me a couple of hours. I'm sure I can resolve this."
"The golden boy to the rescue," Luciano rolled his eyes. "Typical."
"Aren't you the 'golden' boy?" Macau smirked.
"Shut up!"
The sound of something breaking caused the kidnapper to drop the phone, followed by sounds of punching and several screams followed by silence. When someone grabbed the phone again, Afonso was staring at screen with a busted lip and furious.
"No need to resolve anything. The matter is solved," Afonso said, spitting blood at the knocked out kidnappers.
"Hey, old man! Took you long enough!" Luciano laughed.
"Shut up. Except for Timor and Macau, I'm cutting all of you from my will."
"Do you have enough money for a will?" Zola wondered.
"Shut up!"