Soccer with the Italy Brothers
Chapter 2
"Ready Romano?" Italy asked setting the ball in the soft summer grass. Romano scoffed and set his arms at his sides.
"Ready," He said glumly. Italy stood behind the ball, Romano smiled evilly as he got into position. "Let me warn you little brother, I'm one of the best players out the-"
BOOM!
Romano froze. What the he-
"SCORE!" Italy shouted gleefully. Romano scowled.
"No fair! I wasn't ready!" He yelled. Italy smiled.
"Alright ,alright, let's try again," Romano huffed. Romano got into position, this time more aware of his brother's-
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Romano collapsed on the ground, panting. "What-how-how could you…be….b-better than me?!" Romano wheezed. Italy shrugged his shoulders. Frustrated, Romano balled his fists and stomped away.
"Fratello, where are you going?!" Italy cried, Romano ignored his younger brother, tears forming in his eyes. All he knew was that he had to get away, from his brother, from this stupid game, from everything…