HELLO.

I'm new to this fandom, so I'm still not familiarized with the characters yet. So, it might contain OOCNESS..

I wrote this in less than half an hour, and it's not beta'd yet. So, it might contain grammatical errors too.

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How did it all start when Germany lost to Spain during the semi finals in World Cup?

"When Paul the Octopus predicted it so. Curse you, you lousy pathetic creature!" Ludwig swore angrily, raising his fist in the air. "If I had a chance, I will cook you slowly and painfully, then letting you scream in agony while I devour you-"

"No! Don't eat the poor Octopus, Ludwig!" Feliciano cried out loud as he clutched his German friend by the collar of his shirt, shaking him in progress. "It's not Paul's fault! Paul just wanted food!"

"IF I had the chance, that is." Ludwig said calmly, slowly peeling off the Italian's fingers from this collar. "I hate Paul's predictions..."

The young Italian mouthed an 'o', giggling to himself while Ludwig merely rolled his eyes in exasperation.

"Germany should have won though.." Ludwig muttered in disdain, slouching in the wooden chair he was sitting. "I was too confident of my country, but in the end, they lost to...Spain."

"Spain?" A new voice came.

"...Hello Antonio." Ludwig could feel his pride flushing down into the bottom of the toilet bowl. All Ludwig did was hung his head as low as he can. He really wanted to find a dirty corner and just sulk there until the World Cup ended.

"Ah! Ludwig! Did you watch the match last night? My country won! Hooray!" Antonia cheered, pumping his fist into the air. "Viva La Furia Roja de España!"

"Yay for Spain!" Feliciano cheered, even though he didn't even bother to watch World Cup, let alone football. He just liked cheering whoever was cheering at the time. "Ludwig! What are you doing in the corner?" Both the Italian and Spanish now had their set of eyes on the German, who was sulking in the corner like a sore loser. Feliciano cocked his head to one side, looking puzzled at his friend's strange reaction towards Spain's victory.

Feliciano was quite thick-headed, you see. He was always cheerful and happy about almost everything. Heck, when his country lost to Slovakia during the first round, he was the only Italian cheering for the opposite team's victory. He had a hard time dodging empty cans of beer and even plates thrown by his fellow countrymen after that. He didn't know why, because that's how thick-headed he was. Nevertheless, he didn't have the care in the world for that.

Just when Feliciano was about to open his mouth, Ludwig stood up from the corner and turned on his heels to face them. He had this relentless look pasted on his face as if he was going to do something extraordinary like safe the homeless or something akin, but he plopped back into his seat huffily instead. He placed his elbows on the oak table, interlaced his fingers and leaned his chin upon the bridge.

"I've decided," Ludwig said, breaking the awkward silence. "That I won't give up! My country is strong and we will train harder and harder to strive to be the best of the best! Spain was good, I admit, but we will beat them someday!"

The young Italian was in near tears as he heard his German friend's motivational speech. He proceeded to rush forward and threw himself at Ludwig, sobbing happily into the man's shirt.

"Oh Ludwig! I'm so proud of you!" Feliciano said between his sobs.

"F-Feliciano!" The German stammered slightly, trying to pry his friend off of him, but to no avail while the Spaniard was in tears himself. One of the reasons included his country made it to the finals and also, Ludwig seemed like the type who won't hurt him for boasting his country's victory at him.

Then suddenly, they heard someone barked a laugh.

"Ludwig! I expected more from your country." Another new voice intervened. "I thought we could have a rematch in the finals, but sad to say, your country suffered a tragic defeat to Spain."

"Holland..." Ludwig gritted his teeth as he clenched his fists until his knuckles turned pale white.

"It's just too bad, Ludwig. But alas, my country will be up against," Holland did a dramatic pose before pointing his finger at Antonio. "Your country!"

"Me?" Antonio pointed to himself before realization struck him hard in his head. "Oh yes, yes! I wish you best of luck, Holland! May the best team win!"

"Ah, but I am certain that my country will beat you in the finals!"

"But Paul the Octopus said that Spain is going to win the World Cup!" Feliciano said after getting up from Ludwig, and all attention was on him. "It is true! I've checked the newspaper, the TV and the internet! And might I add that Paul's prediction are 99.999 percent correct!"

Antonio grinned happily, clapping his hands together in delight.

Holland stared at the smiling Feliciano for a good five seconds, not even taking the consideration to blink. But he did, after the tenth second. Then, he turned to look at Ludwig with a blank look on his face and said:

"Shall we go to Germany to have takoyaki for lunch?"

"Lets."

Because Ludwig was looking forward to that.

The team I support? I support Spain at the very first place, but got influenced by my lovely online friends into supporting Holland. So, 50 for Spain and 50 for Holland.

THE FINALS WILL BE IN LESS THAN THREE HOURS. OMIGAWD.

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EPIC FAIL? *shot*

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