I only own the plot and the characters Berlin and Rome

"Ve, Germany, Germany! Come play football with us please!" Germany sighed and closed his eyes, silently counting to ten, when he heard the voice of his Italian best friend.

"Nien, I'm reading Italy." he told the other, turning the page as he did so.

"Please! Prussia and Berlin are playing and their team needs one more person" Veneziano begged, making Germany sigh again and consider his choices. On one hand he could stay and finish his book but miss out on the game and be called a stick in the mud by his two siblings for the rest of the week, possibly month, ir he could join even though he was getting to a good part in his book.

After a few moments of thought he made up his mind and bookmarked his page before setting it on the coffee table. Getting up he followed Veneziano outside and to a nearby park where the small game of football was to take place, where an excited Berlin, a scowling Romano, a cheerful Rome, and cackling Prussia were waiting.

"About time you got here." Romano grumbles, for once not glaring at Germany, or any of the three Germans for that matter.

"Well now we can start! The first team to get fifteen points wins." Italy grinned happily.

"Kesese, this'll be easy." Prussia laughed. The three Italians exchanged glaces at that.

"We'll see, bastard." Rome smirked.

"We will, just you watch!" Berlin exclaimed, and Germany nodded in agreement, how good could the three Italians possibly be?

At the ends of the game... well... let's just say the three Germans throughly regreted their cockiness and it took many weeks of therapy before any of them could be around football without running away.

That, however, never stopped them from abandoning the feild whenever an Italian entered the feild, or when one of them was with a football in general.