A heavy atmosphere was settled down above the dinner table. Sey was glaring angrily at Mada while munching aggressively a salted fish. Mada, her, was simply ignoring her openly.

Cameroon between the two girls just starred at his food.

_ Girls… Cameroon began to say, I'm sorry for before so why can't we just made up?

Sey put down the fish, tinkling her fork against the dish, surprising Cameroon a bit. ''Why had I even opened my mouth? '' Asked the boy. Interfering into a fight between girls wasn't the clever thing to do.

_ It's not your fault Mr. Cameroon, our friend Madagascar here is just a masked person. You should never trust her.

Another silence passed by but Mada scattered it by standing up.

_ Is that so? She answers, I'm just being polite.

Then she goes outside the room.

_ Polite or hypocrite, idiot, Sey mumbles to herself before munching another fish.

Cameroon looked at the door where the southern girl did go out before turning to the girl next to her. He surprisingly saw big tears falling from her eyes and didn't know what to do.

Usually, the boy would think about soccer but here he is, stuck up between those two.

_ She isn't a bad girl okay?! Sey yelled, making him jump again, she's just hard to herself… Forget what I said earlier…

And then, she began to cry loudly, bring out her phone from her pocket and composing the number of France.

Madagascar, her, was just sitting on the grass looking at the sky.

-Hetalia-

There he was, closing his eyes right in the middle of the field. A ball was in his hand and people were watching him.

It was obvious that Cameroon would be in the eight final… But it was unexpected that he would lose this soon. He even expected himself to be the champion. The soccer was all his life.

But things aren't always going the way you want.

The ball fall on the ground, his supporter were crying on the bleacher. Everything was over.

Cameroon lost.

-Hetalia-

_ Mr. Cameroon, you can do it next time, Sey said, trying to gather him up.

The boy just stares at her blankly. ''It's over'' sobbed him inside of himself.

It's not a little girl who can't even lift a ball that was going to change his mind. The soccer was his life, his everything, what made him a bit ''special'' into this boring word.

Seychelles sigh seeing the boy making those fishy eyes.

Here purpose on coming here was to support her neighbor but they fight and her she was, comforting Cameroon.

_ I hope tomorrow will go well, she says, watching by the window Mada who was doing some exercise.