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Chapter 11: Sports

Arthur bounced around excitedly for practice. He had done a private try out and made the team for soccer. He grinned at Ludwig who was on the team but he'd only be watching drills because of his ankle injury. He chattered to him excitedly about how he was going to kick Dylan's butt at soccer who was laughing and denying it. Francis walked up and tried to hug Arthur over his cuteness but Ludwig punched him in the gut when Arthur cried for him to save him. Francis whined dramatically holding his stomach. Practice started and Ludwig watched in amusement as charged the field yelling he was going to win. Dylan followed shouting he wasn't, making the coach laugh at the enthusiasm they had.

Ludwig watched the scrimmage dejectedly. He really wanted to play with everyone. He felt like an outsider sitting there watching them battle for the ball.

'But you're not ever really going to fit in regardless,' a tiny voice murmured in his head.

He sighed then went back to focusing as Arthur scored the winning point. Arthur yelled dramatically with his team.

"EVERYONE JUMP ON LUDWIG TO CELEBRATE," he cried charging and tackled him off the bench startling him at his strength.

The others piled on him laughing startling him further. They laughed and cheered piling on him until the coach called them off. Ludwig sat up as he was free of their weight.

"We didn't hurt you, did we? We didn't think about your wounds and all," one asked concerned as he smiled gently at Ludwig.

Ludwig shook his head slowly. They all started plotting to jump on him every time they won making the coach scold them. Ludwig listened to them insist it was a good luck charm to jump on him after matches. He facepalmed at their wild reasons then started laughing. They looked at him then started laughing as well. Arthur grinned at him, Ludwig's laughter was adorable but the thing that made him happy was seeing his face with a huge grin and his pretty eyes shining like the stars. He looked so happy and in return that made Arthur really happy. He had seen how he looked before. So insecure and like he felt he didn't belong. Arthur wanted to show him he belonged there with them. After practice Arthur walked him to basketball practice since it was about to start now. He waved at him and Liam as he left.

Liam took Ludwig to a side goal and they stood around shooting the ball. If it bounced away Liam would run and go get it then bring it back for Ludwig to shoot. The coach let him be score keeper when they had the team split to scrimmage. After that they had to do laps.

"Look I got you something from the closet to include you," the coach laughed giving him a wheelchair to keep him off his foot.

Ludwig grinned and when they were doing laps he laughed wildly as he was streaking passed everyone in his chair. Eventually his arms grew tired and he started to slow down. Only for Liam to grab the handles and start pushing him as he ran. He started making him swerve wildly as he pushed the adorable blonde in wild directions threatening to run over whoever got in his way. Which earned more laughter from the blonde that was having fun. After they finished he changed into regular clothes and saw him waiting in the parking lot.

"Yo," he said walking to him.

"Hey."

"Who's picking you up?"

"Well Gilbert isn't out of wrestling practice yet. The others are at a movie so I'm waiting here until Gilbert can come."

"That's another hour from now," he hummed. "I'll take you home."

"Danke."

"Good. Now hop on," he said squatting in front of him.

"What," he sputtered.

"Hop on. I don't drive much I prefer walking. I'll carry you home," he smiled.

"Nein! I can't make you do that! You're exhausted! I'll wait on Gilbert!"

"Nope. You agreed and it's not that far from here. Come on. Hop on or I'll tell him you didn't rest your ankle enough at practice," he teased.

"I'm heavy," he murmured weakly.

"It's fine," he dismissed.

Ludwig climbed on reluctantly. Liam lifted him with easy when he felt Ludwig settle himself on his back. They made their way back home in a peaceful silence.

Allistor kept his shit eating smirk as he helped Alfred off the ground. He had sacked him not long after he got the ball. For the twelfth time already. Alfred was absolutely fuming. How was Allistor this great at football? He had only been playing four years where as Alfred had been playing since he was seven.

"I'm going to blow right through you next time," he sneered.

"Not going to happen but you keep enthusiasm," Allistor laughed.

"I'LL SHOW YOU! WHEN I TAKE YOU DOWN YOU'LL BE THE ONE EATING DIRT!"

"We'll see," he sang.

"Now now we're a team don't be so angry over one's successes," Christoph chided before Alfred punched Allistor's smirking face.

"Shut up. He's a jerk and I need to prove I'm better," Alfred snapped storming away pouting to himself.

"Can't you be nice and not tease him?"

"I tried but it's too much fun harassing him," Allistor shrugged.

"You know one day all the teasing will bite you in the butt," Christoph sighed.

"We'll see," Allistor laughed walking off.

Christoph groaned and followed him hoping the pair wouldn't end up killing each other by accident because of their competitiveness. Ten minutes later he facepalmed when they collided and hit the ground. Sat up with a struggle trying to be the winner or something then both fall back and passed out. The coaches rushed to them and eased the pair into waking up. They drove them to the doctor after to see if they had a concussion. Practice was officially over at that point then an hour later Christoph facepalmed for the tenth time that day over those two when he got a text confirming they had mild concussions.

"Why the hell am I surrounded by violent and dimwitted people," he groaned.

Séamus was laughing his ass off after practice when Gilbert was screeching and shaking him.

"YOUR EVIL IMPURE BRUDER WALKED MY ANGEL OF A BRUDER HOME! HE BETTER NOT HAVE DONE ANYTHING TO HIM," he ranted.

"Technically he piggy backed him home."

"YOU ARE NOT HELPING! WHAT IF HE DECIDES HE HAS THE HOTS FOR MY BRUDER AND TAKES ADVANTAGE OF HIM!"

"Who says has the hots anymore?"

"I DO! SHUT UP! KEEP YOUR DEMON AWAY FROM MY ANGEL," he wailed.

"Alright calm down," Séamus laughed putting him in an arm bar to make him stop shaking him.

"I give," Gilbert whined patting the ground.

He was too tired to fight him right now. Séamus proved to be the more skilled out of the two. He had beat Gilbert in every match they did against each other. Not that it was easy to do Gilbert was a skilled wrestler.

"I promise my demon as you call him would never do anything to your adorable angel. So be at ease," he laughed.

"He better not," he grumbled.

He laughed when his reassurances didn't stop Gilbert from speeding away to check on his baby brother.

'You're too cute,' he thought amused as the car disappeared from his view.

Done! I know I didn't really describe the sports but I'm not good at describing things. I more of want to introduce their sports some and so later if I decide to do a chapter on one of their matches it didn't just come out of the blue. I know I didn't do everyone's but it'll come later.