6SuperSailorCharon: Sorry if I don't update for a while. School is kicking my ass at the moment and I've got three pretty long one-shots for this story that I'm working on that I'm kind of stuck on. The good news is that I found out this is the last year I have to take any more general studies classes before working on my major! Hooray!
"Hey Germany!" Italy called gleefully one day after a world meeting. He raced down the hall to meet up with the big, blond country. "Can we play football? I brought a football we can use! It's such a nice day today!"
"I suppose ve could play a game of football," Germany said reluctantly. "It is a sunny day."
"Oh? You both are playing football, si?" Spain asked. He happened to overhear Italy and Germany. "I love football! Romano, you want to play football with us?"
"I'm not playing football with that damn potato bastard," Romano said stubbornly.
"We won't be playing with him! We'll be playing against him!" Spain insisted. "Come on!"
Out behind the building in the grass, the teams were divided up as Spain and Romano versus Italy and Germany. England happened to walk by when he noticed the other four countries playing a game of football, kicking the black and white football across the grass. With a swift kick, Italy managed to score a goal. Spain just laughed, but Romano's face burned with rage.
"Say! Are you chaps playing a round of football? Football is the best!" England beamed. "Care if I join you?"
"Sure Great Britain!" Italy invited. "You can play with us!"
"Nein! Ve vill have uneven teams if he plays vith us!" Germany protested.
"Not if I play too!" Prussia called. He had run onto the field and joined Germany and Italy's side. "Brace yourself for my awesome football-playing skills!"
With Prussia on Italy and Germany's team, England joined Spain and Romano.
Soon enough, more and more of the European countries showed up to play the epic game of football. Belgium, Netherlands, France, the Nordics, and even little Sealand joined the football game (much to England's great annoyance). It was a very close game, but Italy and Germany's team were winning by just a few points.
Suddenly, America stormed out onto the field wearing tight pants, a helmet, and a red and gold jersey with shoulder pads underneath.
"Dude! I totally heard there was a football game! I love football! Let's kick some pigskin!" America shouted eagerly.
The game came to a standstill as the other European countries stopped and stared at America, who looked very out-of-place on the field.
"Vhat are you talking about?" Germany asked in annoyance.
"I heard all about the football game, so I totally thought it'd be awesome if I played! Americans are the best at football, you know!" America boasted.
"You bloody idiot! We're not talking about that kind of football!" England snapped.
"We're playing what you call 'soccer' in your country, amigo," Spain explained patiently.
America turned bright red and wandered away as some of the European countries laughed before continuing with their game.
"Stupid soccer game," America mumbled to himself as he strode past the grove of trees. "Football is way better than soccer! Screw that. Football is so much more manly! It's got tackling and fumbling and awesome halftime shows and…" he grumbled before he was cut-off mid-sentence by his brother.
"Um…hi America," Canada greeted. "You look kinda down. Do you want to go with me to the ice rink? We can play a game of ice hockey."
America cheered up immediately.
"Americans are awesome at hockey! I'll totally win! Hey, let's make a bet! The loser has to keep Justin Beiber as a citizen of their country!
"We already made that bet…you lost," Canada reminded him. But America wasn't listening and instead raced his brother to the ice rink.