A/N: Sorry for uploading it so late! OK...So, I was so happy when Spain won. That is why I decided to make a new fanfic about it. This would be a separate fanfiction from "The Lost of Spain" since, well, that was about Spain's lost, anyway. But here, we're talking about Spain's victory against to Australia in the World Cup.
All the names here are all made-up (except for the human names of the characters).
Hope you will like it and sorry for errors.

My Victory, My Love, My Inspiration

"La pasíon no se detiene! La pasíon no se detiene!"

Again and again, these words were spoken by the Spanish supporters of Team Spain, who finally, won a match against Australia, 3-0.

"We did it, Carriedo! We did it!" One of Team Spain's players wrapped his arm around another player's shoulder. The other player's name was Antonio Carriedo Fernandez, a midfielder and the ace of his team. A few moments ago, he was standing at one side of the wide field, facing his Spanish supporters who were waving and cheering for him. During that time, Antonio waved back to them.

"Sí, mí amígo!" Antonio wrapped his arm around his teammate's shoulder. He raised his head, revealing his tears of joys to his fans. They, in turn, cheered for Antonio louder. They all understood what Antonio had felt after his team lost twice and got eliminated. And now, it seems that the passion for winning is still flowing within the Spanish players.

As the Spanish players were on their way to their locker room, reporters, news writers and cameramen are starting to swarm the whole Spanish team. Now, they have to do the usually thing to do, answer the questions while walking. A news writer approached Antonio and started asking him questions regarding the match. Antonio was pretty much obliged now, that he is in a good mood.

"So, Antonio Carriedo Fernandez," the news writer began, who introduced herself as Ms. Alicia Tim from The Daily Englishman. "it seems that your passion in football is back once again, huh?"

"Sí," the Spanish player replied as he continued to walk through the crowd.

"During the game, everyone must have noticed that wide grin you had while you're on your knees whenever you score." Ms. Tim continued to write on her pocket notebook. "And now, after crying tears of joy, your smile is as wide as ever."

"Is that so?" He lightly laughed at her statement.

"But, I do wonder one thing. Do you have some sort of inspiration at all?"

Antonio was surprised from the question. He blushed lightly as he politely nodded.

"I see. So, would you mind giving us a little hint on to who your inspiration is?"

From hearing the question, Antonio's mind slowly filled thoughts about a certain event that happened before the match. He clenched his fists as he lowered his head. The news writer noticed this and wondered if she should back up a little bit.

"...Is it too personal?"

"No, not really."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm very much sure. You see, before the match, a lot of things have happened." Antonio slowly recalled the events that happened that day before the match.

It all started yesterday evening, a day before the match. Antonio was lying on his bed, trying to sleep but, the thoughts of the upcoming match are bothering him. He kept in mind the advice and the plans for tomorrow's match since, he knew that their opponent is a pretty tough one. He shut his eyes but, he could see images of his team losing again. He doesn't want to let the same thing happen again. It bothered him so much.

In the middle of his thoughts, his phone was ringing. Slightly annoyed since it was 9:30 pm, Antonio decided to check who the caller was. His annoyed eyes slowly brighten and his frown disappeared as he smiled widely. He quickly pressed the "Pick Up" button then, he happily putted the phone on his ear. After two beeps, an annoyed and angry voice was heard at the other line.

"What's taking you so long to answer just a single damn call, you bastardo!?"

"Lo siento, Lovi." Antonio scratched his cheek and chuckled. He was just happy now that he is talking to his Italian close friend and fellow soccer player, Lovino Vargas. As far as he knows, Lovino has a match the day after the Spanish player's match.

"Tch! I don't care! Anyway, there's something I want to tell you."

"Eh? What is it?" It's very rare for him to say something to him, Antonio thought. Lovino has nothing to tell to Antonio. If ever there was one, he'll just keep it to himself. The subject matter might either be embarrassing or simply nothing. He'll just never tell it to Antonio, even if the latter insisted to.

Antonio patiently waited for Lovino's reply. From the other end, he could hear groans, which he think, of embarrassment. Finally, Lovino spoke up.

"If you lose on your third match, I won't never forgive you! NEVER! You hear that, you bastardo!?"

He was surprised from hearing those words from the Italian. It was the second time he heard these similar words from Lovino. He chuckled to himself as Lovino continued on.

"So, I'm telling you...Buona fortuna, tomato idiota...!"

Antonio covered his mouth as his face slowly turned red. He squinted his eyes as a wide smile was made behind his own hand. The words were too sweet for him, he couldn't take it. It feels like his heart almost melted just from the embarrassed voice of Lovino. "Cute! Too cute to handle~!" Antonio kept thinking these words to himself as tears fell from his eyes.

"Lovi~! You're so cute!"

"Sh-Shut up, damn it! Just remember what I told you! I won't repeat them ever again! And stop crying like a brat!"

"¡Sí, señor!"

Antonio wiped away his tears but, his tears won't just stop. Not only because of the sweetness of Lovino's words but also because he knew that it came straight from Lovino's heart. Of all the words Lovino told him, this was the first time he heard the words, "Good luck!" from him.

"Anyway, I'm hanging up right now, OK?"

"¡Ah, espera!"

A groan was heard from the other line. "What now?"

"Gracias, Lovino."

For a few seconds, no response was heard from the other line. And before Antonio knew it, Lovino hang up. Antonio cried in a comedic way as he tried to call Lovino again. He couldn't believe it! He just thanked Lovino and that's the response he would get? He can't accept it, somehow, but knowing Lovino's nature, Antonio sighed as he wiped away his tears and locked his phone. As he lay on the bed once again, his phone buzzed. Knowing that it is a message from someone, Antonio curiously unlocked his phone as he opened his message inbox.

He noticed that he received a new message. Antonio raised an eyebrow and smiled as a familiar name came up in the inbox. Upon opening the message, he read it.

.you don't have to thank me, you idiota.! .just go to sleep already.! - lovino

"Ah, Lovi~!" Antonio chuckled to himself after reading the message. He pressed the "Reply" icon and typed a message to Lovino back.

Understood, Lovi~! :3 - Toni

Antonio locked his phone when his message was successfully send. He clenched the cross necklace he is still wearing right now. He kissed the cross and closed his eyes. Before he knew it, he was already asleep, with his thoughts filled with Lovino and their victory against Australia.

"So, your inspiration is...?" Ms. Tim curiously asked the Spanish player who was in a deep thought for a long time. He never noticed that they already reached the locker room. Antonio blushed lightly as he scratched his cheek.

"I think, it really is too personal." Antonio smiled to the reporter as he made his way inside the locker room.

It was too early for him to let everyone know that his inspiration in winning today's match...was a player from a rival country.

A/N: OK, so, since I'm done now, I hoped that everyone liked it! Sorry for the errors!

Translations

~Spanish~
La pasíon no se detiene! - The passion doesn't stop!
Sí, mí amígo! - Yes, my friend!
Sí - Yes
Lo siento, Lovi. - I'm sorry, Lovi.
¡Sí, señor! - Yes, sir!
¡Ah, espera! - Ah, wait!
Gracias, Lovino. -Thank you, Lovi.

~Italian~
bastardo - bastard
Buona fortuna, tomato idiota...! - Good luck, tomato idiot...!