Hi guys! It's Germany for this chapter! XD

This chapter is for horseriding. :) I actually took riding lessons, so this is half-based on real life experiences. I don't really know a lot about Equestrian, though, so I'm not sure if you bring your own horse or whatever. Please don't criticize me on that. Sorry if I got it wrong, though. :/

Sooo, I hope you enjoy. This chapter is short-ish. And thanks for the reviews, again! I love you all sho much for them. :)

ENJOY~


x Germany x

"I vill punch you in ze throat!"

-Germany

Germany's Schedule Today

5:00 Wakes up to find Italy next to him in bed. No surprise. Gets out of bed quietly for an early morning run.

6:00 Returns to find Italy still in bed. Tries to wake him up without success. Italy rolls off the bed and whimpers because of the concussion he received, but still doesn't wake up.

6:30 Germany returns yet again. Italy is still on the floor. Germany says aloud, "England is here for you." Italy immediately jumps up and runs away, crying, "Don't hurt meeee!"

7:00 Tracks Italy down (somewhere in Greece)and brings him to his house. Arrives to own home to find out Italy followed him the whole time. Tries to bring him back but Italy wants to cook pasta first.

8:00 Finishes cooking pasta. Italy eats his pasta while Germany wrestles for his breakfast (wurst) back from the dogs.

9:00 Dogs win the wurst anyway. Germany gives up and accepts the rice balls from Japan, who stopped by.

10:00 Dogs steal the rice balls. Germany chases them out and disowns them. Italy is nowhere to be found.

10:15 Finds Italy fighting with a cat over pizza. Germany takes Italy to Greece to apologize for fighting with his cats without permission.

10:30 Arrives home to find dogs are back and have finished everything edible in the house. Italy comforts Germany and gives him some leftover pasta.

10:45 Arrives at England's house 45 minutes late. Germany drowns in shame.

11:00 Greece arrives.

xXx

"We were supposed to start at nine," England grumbled for the fifth time. "Now I have to miss lunch."

"I am very sorry," Germany apologized for the fifth time. "I had zome trouble with ze dogs."

"Even you, Greece! You usually arrive at 10:00."

Greece was asleep.

"Dude, come on! Can we get started already?" America whined. "I had to wait for three freakin' hours!"

"Alright." England yelled for everyone to quiet down. "Ahem. Today's event is Equestrian."

"That is so, like, cool!" Poland exclaimed. "Like, ponies and stuff!"

"The longest word I know is 'elephant'," America reminded England.

"Okay, okay! Equestrian means sports related to horseback-riding."

"Aw, shucks! I've never even seen a horse."

"Then don't compete."

"Fine."

America left England's house, possibly heading for McDonalds. "Alright, so...shall we begin?"

xXx

Equestrian was divided into three parts: Dressage, Eventing, and Jumping. Dressage was basically the horse and rider performing a sequence of movements together.

Germany's horse refused to behave itself. Then again...he was the last to choose. Being the Englishman he was, England chose before the others and picked the best horse: a docile red mare. Germany was the last to choose because he was the last to arrive...besides Greece, but Greece wasn't competing today.

Germany's horse was a white mustang named Snowflake. A lovely name for a terrible horse. Snowflake greeted Germany by whipping his tail across the country's face. England snickered behind his hand, but Germany heard anyway.

"Alright, Snowflake," Germany said to the horse. "Ve'll be cooperating together, so...ouch! Vat vas zat for!?"

Snowflake had just whinnied and kicked Germany. The stubborn horse strained against its bridle, while Germany struggled to keep it under control.

Meanwhile, England was taking his turn. His horse, Cherry, being the good little mare it was, walked around the track in neat little steps. As strict and proper Germany was, he still fought the urge to wipe the smug expression off England's face.

Naturally, England received full marks. No surprise on that.

Next came Switzerland. The Swiss also had a stubborn horse, but he didn't go through as much trouble as Germany.

"YOU ARE LETTING ME ON YOUR BACK OR I SHOOT YOU!" Switzerland threatened, loosening the trigger guard of his rifle. His horse's eyes bulged in terror. It whimpered and didn't complain when Switzerland seated himself on its back.

"Now MOVE!" Switzerland kept his gun pointed. The horse walked obediently, but its legs were shaking.

"Is that even allowed?" Germany asked. Snowflake snorted as if to say, Even if it is, I still wouldn't be afraid of a stupid human toy.

"Let him be," England answered, grinning. He was in too good a mood to worry about regulations.

"Go big brother!" Liechtenstein cheered happily, an incredibly adorable smile plastered on her face.

She's such a cute little thing, Germany thought, smiling.

And then Liechtenstein pulled out a smaller version of her wonderful big brother's rifle and pointed it at Switzerland's mare. "You better be good to my big brother or I'll take your puny little life!"

Sometimes Germany wondered if Switzerland had such a good influence on Liechtenstein.

Switzerland also received high marks, though not as high as England. Netherlands was up. The country performed fairly well, excluding the part where his horse wandered off the track to graze. Netherlands slid off the horse and gave it one of his stares. The horse choked on the plant it was chewing and the two continued.

Finally it was Germany's turn. He struggled onto Snowflake's back. Snowflake neighed angrily and stood on his hind legs, while his rider managed not to fall off.

"Now, Snowflake," Germany said in his military voice. "Valk." Germany nudged the horse and it miraculously began to walk.

Unfortunately, the horse moved in the wrong direction. Snowflake immediately headed for a pail in the corner full of grains. Then he began to eat happily.

"Go back to the track," Germany ordered, but the idiot horse ignored him. Germany had no choice but to yank on the bridle. The horse reluctantly walked the full length of the track, but whenever it approached the exit, it charged straight for the pail.

After the same incident happened seven times in a row, Germany began to think there was something wrong with the horse.

"Vhy are you not afraid of guns?" Germany muttered as he yanked the horse away from the pail. England refused to remove the pail and claimed it was for "decoration".

Snowflake whinnied as if to say, Because you humans are too cowardly to actually shoot us. Duh.

"Hmm, I vonder..." Germany thought for a moment and came up with an idea. He brought out his special whip.

Immediately, Snowflake's attitude changed. It charged back to the track and did a bunch of complicated acts and movements without Germany's command. Vat the hell is vith this horse? First it acts like stubborn douchebag, and then it performs better than a trained soldier.

After the first part of Equestrian, the leading countries were England, Germany and Switzerland.

There, Snowflake neighed sulkily. Are you happy now? Germany realized he could understand horses quite well. Perhaps it was because he could also understand rapid Italian?

"You did amazing there, Snowflake." Germany patted the horse's mane. Snowflake seemed surprised at his rider's gentleness. He even handed his horse an apple.

So we all know that Germany is a softie at heart. :D

xXx

After all three events, everyone received the same text from America:

yo, homies! da HERO speakin! 8D

taday was OSM without ya! i went to mickie d's and ate a bunch of big macs. the prices like totally dropped! at first i didn't get my meal tho and i complained and all that crap. turns out they gave my meal(s) to another dude. 8(

but it turns out the dude was my osm bro CANADIA! he said he wanted to come find me but da lady shoved fast food in his face. like totally uncool. D8

anyways me and my bro talked and shit and then we saw russia. i was like WHAT THE HELL ARE YA DOING HERE COMMIE and he said he wanted to talk to me, just like my bro. i told him to GTFO cuz he was on american property. but the commie insisted on becoming one and all that crap with the random emote "^J^". so what happened was i called up that chick sister of his...belarus? yeah, thats it. shes kinda hot, dont ya think? anyways he was outta there in like no time with belarus hot on his trails.

haha. and then i enjoyed the rest of my meal in solitude.

then i remembered canadia was still there. somehow the dude just melted into the background.

huh i cant remember anything else so PEACE OUT. XD

hope you all sucked balls,

DA HERO :))))))

"What horrible grammar," England remarked.

Germany agreed. But no matter how much they complained, America would always be America.


That's the end. This chapter wasn't as funny, though. :( Sorry 'bout that. Hope you liked it anyway! ^.^

Also, I'll be updating kinda slow, because my last year of middle school started two days ago. D: I CAN'T BELIEVE I'LL BE A HIGH SCHOOLER NEXT YEAR.

Watch for the Nordics (probably) next time!

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~Anna~