A/N: Before anyone tries to kill me for writing about your nations, I'll remind you that this was written in Hetalia universe. Anything here is for pure humor. Now, for some opening notes:

-No offences intended. Pure humor.

-There will be Latin countries.

-I do not own APHetalia.


The HetaCup!

Day 1 - The Opening Day

Brazil vs. Croatia – Greatest of all openings

Brazil gave a long breath as he watched the stadium flood with people. Today was the day. On his own home, after 64 years. The World Cup was about to begin, as he heard Claudia Leitte, Jennifer Lopez and Pitbull singing "We are One", the official song. In a matter of minutes, the song was over, but Brazil sat there, in a place reserved for the nations' personifications.

Brazil replayed all the moments he passed through in the World Cups and, for a moment, forgot that the teams had to enter the field, but a light tap on his shoulder made him look up to see Croatia, a taller nation with pale skin, short light brown hair and emerald green eyes. He wore a red and white shirt, with a checkered pattern, a white shorts and white cleats, with blue stockings "C'mon, we have a Cup to start." He extended his hand to Brazil

Brazil smiled and took the hand, getting up "Yeah. Let's go." The two nations walked to the entrance to the field and positioned themselves in front of their teams. When they received the signal to proceed, Brazil felt his chest fill with pride…

… Until Marcelo scored an own-goal.

Oh, he was so going rip off that stamp from his album…

Day 2 – The Revenge

Mexico vs. Cameroon – Nope. Alright, nope.

He tried. No matter what happened, he tried. Mexico felt hands pulling him, preventing him from advancing. He felt many bodies enclosing to him. He heard the shouts from his people. He heard the whistles. No matter what the Cameroonians said or yelled, he would kick.

Oh yes, how he would kick that damn referee's ass for nullifying two of his team's goals. Yep, no matter what happen. He was defiantly going to beat that referee to a pulp and defeat Cameroon.

But well, he ended up scoring a valid goal… It wasn't something that couldn't be earned with a daring glare to the referee…

Netherlands/Holland vs. Spain – Revenge

Spain breathed with a prideful gaze. Just like the previous Cup, he and Holland would fight, not or the title, but for a position in next phase. He turned to look at the other nation beside him. Holland had the same grumpy face, but he wore his team's uniform, the blue uniform with orange letters.

Thinking about the last World Cup, he remembered winning over Holland with a 0-1 score. The shouts of happiness, the smiles full of pride, the eyes gleaming with passion and the vibrant colors of his flag. Yes, he was going to revive that moment and decided that he would win with the same score.

When the referees gave the starting signal, the ball flew. Spain run across the field, with determination.

Twenty-five minutes later, Holland's player makes a foul and Spain receives a penalty, which Xabi Alonso kicked.

Spain held his breath as he saw the ball flying towards the goalkeeper's right. The goalkeeper – Jasper Cillessen – jumped towards the same place, but the ball was faster and entered. Spain ran towards Alonso, shouting. Yes, reviving last World Cup's last match.

But you know, not everything goes just like planned. With a great comeback, Holland gave no mercy as he scored five goals. Díos. The remaining minutes were truly a revenge.

And Spain felt it on his skin.

Chile vs. Australia – Oh my kangaroo!

Australia sighed as he saw Chile scoring their second goal. Football defiantly wasn't his strong point. He preferred much more Rugby or Surfing, but football… Oh well, he at least tried to lessen the difference. It was only at the minute 35 that Tim Cahill scored. Australia felt great. No way in hell he was going down without any goals!

The ball kept rolling and flying for the rest of the first period and no goals were made. The whistle ended the period and both teams went to their locker room. Australia panted and looked at the other nation. Chile looked like he could explode with pride. The Chileans had scored with only two minutes of difference, while the Australians had to keep up.

Aw, Australia wanted so bad to score more goals, but that single one was more than enough. Especially when he saw a fan holding a large stuffed – or plastic, he couldn't tell – kangaroo in the bleachers.

When they got back in the field, Australia tried to even the scoreboard, but it was useless – Jean Beausejour was able to score another one at the additions.

Oh whatever. He was already missing the kangaroos… But he could always ask to have that stuffed kangaroo.


A/N: My… I hope this went well… Whatever! They're ficlets anyway xD

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