I didn't want to go to Ludwig's god-awful tournament, I really didn't.
Sure, it was an international thing where only the best went, but the reason I turned down my invitation to participate was so I wouldn't have to go to the damn thing.
The last tournament I entered marked the end of my table tennis matches. I only played with Ludwig now, and needless to say my awesomeness beat him every time.
When I walked in the doors of the hall though I was amazed. There were tennis tables everywhere, I knew that the tournament would last almost an entire two weeks, and a rep. from almost every country was coming but damn. Who the hell needs this many tables?!
"Mein Gott." I heard Ludwig whisper as he stepped inside next to me; surveying the vast amount of tables spread out in the space.
"Holy SHIT man! Dude, like how many Ping-Pong tables does this place need! Haha!"
I wanted to agree with the voice, but the twinge of oblivious stupidity the seemed to waft in after it made me hesitate.
I don't interact with morons.
In walked a boy with bright gold hair and a cocky smile who seemed to ooze confidence.
And stupidity.
A stopped with both hands resting on his hips, elbows out, almost posing as he looked around the large room.
America.
The words seemed ingrained in my mind, there was no way this boy could not be the representative for America; he was practically the perfect stereotype! He was blond, had blue eyes, and was big, and strong looking. The only different thing I wouldn't have placed with him was the glasses resting atop his nose.
The cowlick sticking straight up in his hair completed the image.
The American walked arrogantly to one of the tables and started inspecting it. I found it stupid looking but Ludwig dropped his heavy bag and went to one of the tables too, inspecting the width and the tightness of the net.
Did I look that stupid when I did that also? Mein Gott.
"I'm going to go to our room okay? I want to unpack all my awesome stuff." I held up my bag, but Ludwig didn't turn to see it, only responding with a distracted 'ja.'
I huffed a little at being ignored, but didn't make a scene (like I probably would have done at home) and made my way to where the American had come from.
I passed the boy silently, hesitating a little when I heard him talk to himself, muttering something about adjusting his playing style to fit the table and another thing about cheeseburgers.
I really didn't want to know if that stereotype was true.
The halls I walked down were large and wide, giving space where it wasn't needed and decorated heavily; flaunting the richness of the place.
The many doors I passed were labeled with the Country each of us was from; of course Germany had to be one of the farthest ones from where I came from.
The door was unlocked when I entered, and gaped at the extravagance of the…room? It was separated into three parts, with a bed and dresser in each part. Above each dresser in front of each bed was a flat screen television with a functioning Wii beside it. In the far corner there was a small kitchen with a stove and refrigerator.
"Mein gott!"
"THIS IS SO AWESOME!" I launched myself at the closest bed, almost drooling at the softness of the thing, almost immediately after, I shot to the refrigerator, salivating at that thought of what I might find.
Vegetables, fruit drinks, celery sticks, healthy food. I groaned. Ludwig would be overjoyed at the prospect.
"Gilbert?" Ludwig walked in with his bag, and after glaring disapprovingly at the bag I had discarded on the floor he looked around the room.
"They really went all out didn't they?" He mumbled, and set down his bag next to the middle bed.
"Gilbert what are these?" I looked over to find Ludwig inspecting the wall with the utmost scrutiny.
"Those mein libeling, are walls. You see, here in real life we use these to keep other assholes out so they don't rape you in the middle of the night and-"
I was cut off when Ludwig pulled out a long shade in between bed two and three, and attaching it to the opposite wall.
"That's convenient." He muttered, and then turned to his bag.
"THAT IS AWEOSME!" I screeched and pulled the screen that separated my acclaimed bed (the first one) and Ludwig's.
"Gilbert, please keep in mind I need to sleep tonight to prepare for the beginning of the tournament tomorrow."
"Awww but-"
"If I lose because of sleep deprivation we have to leave this room immediately. There is another hall for the losers to stay in and I have a feeling it wont be as nice as this is."
I gaped. There was another hall specifically for losers? Who does that?
I flopped back down onto my bed and fiddled with the soft comforter.
Did I want to go see the games tomorrow?
I guess it would be interesting enough; I could compare the competitors to my awesomeness and see who would win…
No, I am going to stay here all day, play Wii, stock the fridge with some unhealthy shit, and sleep.
"West! I'm bored."
"Go practice in the practice rooms then!" I heard him groan from his bed.
I slid off and padded to the door, only pausing to turn off the lights as I exited.