So, after this, the only Hetalia nations left are Germany, Spain, and Netherlands. That means only three drabbles next time...

Enjoy anyway.

Uruguay 2-1 South Korea

"Damnit!" Korea punched the nearby wall as the ref blew the final whistle. He caught Uruguay smirking at him out of the corner of his eye. A smirk that clearly said you can't beat South America. This is our year.

Korea, being the stubborn nation that he was, opted to smirk right back. After all, South America had to lose at some point, and aniki still had his match.

One way or another, they would go down, and Korea would laugh when they did.

USA 1-2 Ghana

America didn't say anything as the ref blew the whistle. He didn't look at anyone as he bypassed the mob of reporters and went into the locker room. Once there, positive his team wouldn't interrupt him, he leaned his head against one of the lockers and delivered a quick punch, causing the line of lockers to fold in on themselves.

Suddenly, America felt arms around him and heard a voice behind him, "You know you'll have to pay for that, Amerique."

The young nation popped his head up and swiveled around to see England flashing a comforting smile up at him and France lounging on one of the benches. "What are you…?"

"All of the action is still here," France shrugged, "and I don't feel like going home yet."

"You did very well America," England stated, "You got farther than any of us thought you would."

"So," France stood up walked over to place a hand on his shoulder, "Don't feel bad. You did much better than I did."

America wrapped his arms around both of them in a tight hug. "Thanks guys."

Germany 4-1 England

Prussia shouted and jumped in the air, unable to contain his glee. Germany opted to let a small smile come to the surface instead.

One down…

"That was complete bollocks and you know it!" an irate Englishman shouted at them from across the field.

Prussia laughed in his face, "Even if it did count, four is still a bigger number than two, little England."

"Rubbish. You know psychology is half the game. Going into the half 2-2 is completely different then going in 2-1!"

Germany offered him a smirk, "Let's just consider us even for '66 then."

"Exactly! Kesesese!"

England ground his teeth in frustration and pounced on the German brothers, only to be pulled back by an American arm.

"C'mon England," America said as he tossed the other nation over his shoulder, "let's get some alcohol into your system before you accidentally on purpose kill someone."

"No! Let me go wanker! I must hurt them!" he kicked and flailed in an attempt to get at the brothers, who continued laughing in glee until they couldn't hear England's protests anymore.

"So West," Prussia asked when they calmed down a bit, "What was it that happened in '66?"

Netherlands 2-1 Slovakia

Netherlands yawned and leaned back on the bench. 2-0. Was Slovakia even trying? How boring.

Suddenly one of his guys tripped one of Slovakia's in the box. That meant penalty kick, which was, of course, scored, bringing the game to a more exciting 2-1.

But then the whistle blew, signaling the end of the match and Netherland's victory.

He yawned as he stood up. Hopefully Brazil would provide more of a challenge.

Japan 0-0 Paraguay. Penalty Shoot out: 5:3 Paraguay

Japan sat on the edge of his seat, clenching and unclenching his fists on his knees, trying not to breathe lest that affect the result somehow.

If he missed, then they were still in it. If Kawashima managed to save it, he could still win this.

But he was sent the wrong way. And the ball went in. And his team and his coaches and his fans were now sad and upset.

He tried so hard too…

"Hey," Japan looked over to see Greece and Italy waving at him.

"Tough break," Greece went on.

"Ve, don't feel bad Japan. At least you made it to the round of sixteen! I couldn't even do that this year."

"Besides, you lost to South America. They've all but got it in the bag this year."

"True…" Italy sighed and looked depressed before perking right back up again, "Ve, I have an idea! Let's get ice cream to celebrate!"

"Italy-kun…I hate to bring down your mood," Japan stated hesitantly, "but there's not much to celebrate."

"You had to go through penalty kicks, and I know how hard those can be!"

"That's not really a celebration though…"

"Its ice cream Japan," Greece said as he put a comforting hand on his shoulder, "it doesn't need a reason.

Fair enough, Japan silently thought as he followed his friends. He may not have a World Cup trophy yet, but at least he had them.

Spain 1-0 Portugal

"Yay!" Spain cheered as Portugal sulked, "I won!"

He immediately ran over to the part of the stands he knew Romano was sitting in. After scanning the cheering crowd for a minute, he found his cute little Italian and waved at him.

"Did you see that Romano? Boss won! We're going all the way this year! Aren't you proud of me?"

Romano gave him a funny look and shouted something at him, but he couldn't hear him over the swarm of bees that seemed to be everywhere this World Cup.

"I can't hear you Romano!" he shouted up at him, "I'm going to come up to you!"

The Italian continued to look at him with that same expression before he saw the Spaniard climb up into the stands. He started shaking his head and waving his hands and shouting stuff, which made him look adorable, but Spain still couldn't hear him, so he made his way through the crowd, somehow unscathed, because they were really excited about the win, until he was right in front of his Romano,

"You bastard! What the hell did you think you were doing climbing into the stands like that! I'm pretty sure FIFA's going to be all over your ass now!" Oh good, he could hear him now.

"But Romano, I couldn't hear what you were saying, so Boss had to come closer…" Spain pouted at him, "So, what were you saying?"

"I was saying that I couldn't hear your stupid voice over the vuvuzelas!"

"Vuvu what now?" Romano facepalmed.