Once again, I don't own anything.
"Rhythmic Gymnastics?" England groaned to Australia, "Certainly you don't expect me to compete in this event?"
Australia laughed, pulling at the leotard. "C'mon mate, you ain't sitting this baby out. I have a bet with another two bloke, twenty says you will do it" England glared and looked off out into the crowd, the excided audience waiting for the music to start. Turning around to see all the arena his eyes spotted the two in the audience, one in long tan coat with scarf, the other grinning maniacally in tan uniform and brown bomber jacket, clutching a large drink. Angrily he stomped over to the Aussie, the other man laughing aloud again.
"Them, you made a bet with them?" Pointing to the two offenders. Russia and America looked down from the stands, seeing England looking bright red and flushed. "If you going to be so difficult about it, I might is well give it a crack" The Australian said, pulling at his green and gold leotard he picked up the ribbon and made his way onto the centre of the floor. The music started and the aussie performed his routine, the crowd screaming and cheering him on.
England stood watching, gobsmacked and at the same time impressed that the younger man could even dare to perform in such an event. Looking down at his own leotard he groaned, possibly a size too small, but seeing the other man perform he had to give it a chance if only two see the smug men lose some money.
The performance finished and Australia was out of breath, clutching his sides he made it off the floor and found a seat, watching the judges score. The clapping died down and all eyes turned to the England, he gulped and nodded, Australia yelling at him to do it. Picking up the hoop from off the ground he too made it onto the floor.
"Next up, England" The announcer said over the loud speaker, the music started and England began his routine. Too busy on trying to keep balance and stop himself from acting like a git he missed a groan from the American as Australia collected his money, Russia smiling wildly and muttered something to the American sending a shiver down the other man's spine. The music stopped, the performance was done and England was exhausted, moving over to see his score he was astonished.
"I got a better score than Australia" He said to himself, Australia coming over and seeing the score and laughing. "Good on mate" patting the Brit on the back, "And you didn't want to compete" walking away with a wink, "good luck winning our beat mate".
