A/N: ok so I wrote this right after the match between Germany and Spain but I couldn't put it up until now because I was in Brasil and didn't have access to a computer XD (btw Brasil is not a nice place to be after they lose the world cup lol)
Germany unlocked the door to his house and walked inside with a sigh. He dropped his keys on the floor and shuffled into his living room where he promptly fell onto his couch and curled into a ball.
It would start tomorrow. He knew it would, there's no way Prussia was going to let him live this down. France would make fun of him even though he could point out that pervert was in the same predicament he was. America would probably call to try and console him but the German really didn't want to hear it. And Italy! What would Italia think? It was a horrible thought but right now Germany had to get over it himself.
He had lost the world cup.
He had lost against Spain.
A shudder passed through him as he thought about it. He hadn't even scored a goal! It would be more understandable if he had lost against Brasil but SPAIN? He didn't know how he was going to face his bruder or Feliciano, he loved the game so much and had wanted him to win so much, and Germany couldn't believe he had let him down.
He heard his back door being open and shut quietly. He closed his eyes and tried to will whoever it was to go away.
"doitsu~" the German nation sighed and peeked his eyes open, Italy's face was just inches from his, his brown eyes wide and tear filled.
"Yes Italia."
"Are you mad at me?"
"What!" Germany sat up so fast he startled the smaller Italian, making him fall over backwards. "Why would I be mad at you? I'm the one who lost! You should be mad at me!"
"But it's my fault Ludwig lost!" the small man burst into tears and all Germany could do was stare. He shook his head and lifted the Italian onto the couch. He gave him an awkward hug and wiped away his tears.
"Why would you think that Feli?"
"Because," Italy said through his sobs "Lovino told Antonio he would make him fresh pasta if he won so he was more motivated and I didn't say I'd make you anything." he started crying again and Germany watched him for a minute before a chuckle escaped him. Then the chuckle turned into a laugh and the laugh turned into one of those laughs where you can't breathe and tears stream down your face because you're laughing so hard. Italy stopped crying and looked at his friend questioningly.
"Doitsu….hey doitsu why are you laughing?" Germany shook his head and ruffled the Italian's hair.
"Because you're silly." Italy looked confused but Germany's smile was so big it spread to him. "Come on Feli I'll make us some wurst and potatoes."
"Ok Ludwig!" the pair got up from the couch, no longer as depressed as before, and went into the kitchen to share some wurst.
