I wonder. 

…My favourite thing…?

That’s a little embarrassing, isn’t it?

Well, I suppose if I had to choose only one thing, it would be, well.

…Well.

It would be his patience.

It does take quite a bit of patience to deal with a man such as myself for over 600 years, don’t you think?

What exactly is your definition of granny socks? I don’t wear granny socks. I wear socks that are appropriate for men to wear under their trousers.

 What on earth? 

My rear is not… ‘uke’ or even relatively like a potato. It’s in quite fine condition, actually.

 Spain ought to be jealous.

I may be an old tea drinker, but I’m not senile yet.

Right, okay. Olá. My name…well, my name’s not really that important to you. To the majority of the world, be they wikipedia users or educated men, I am the Republic of Portugal. People apparently have some questions to ask me and Inglaterra—that’s England, my best friend—so I suppose we’ll do our best to answer them.

Or not. We’ll see. So…I’m going to regret this is there a way to hide this thing from my boss, come on and ask us a question.