Hetalia X Reader - Gold Medal Series 2012: Archery
"I'm sure you'll do great!" you cheered.
Kiku Honda, an Olympic archer from Japan, sighed in an attempt to relax his tensing muscles. Nerves were getting to him as he scoped out the competition. He was competing against some of the best including eight-time gold medalist Arthur Kirkland and first time Olympian Ludwig Beilschimdt. He thought he wasn't going to get gold for sure.
You, on the other hand, thought differently. Being an archer for your country's team, you knew he had a better chance than anybody. He wouldn't have first time nerves like Beilschmidt, and he was at the top of his game unlike Kirkland. Kiku was also able to use the wind to his advantage too. He had all the odds in his favor!
"Don't you trust a fellow archer?" you asked, only making the Japanese sigh.
"I do, but," he paused, "Kirkland and Beilschmidt are going to be tough to beat." You rolled your eyes.
"Beilschmidt is going to have the first time jitters," you explained, " and Kirkland has lost his touch. His bow string is always loose, his stance is short, and his ability to use the wind is basically gone."
"How can you terr?" The island nation native asked.
"You can see it whenever Kirkland practices," you replied, "and everyone has first time jitters. It all depends on whether or not Beilschmidt can use them to his advantage." He relaxed a bit.
"Arigatou."
"Will the men's archery teams for Class E please line up at the gate."
You smiled and wished the Japanese archer good luck. As he left, you joined some of your teammates in the stands who were going to cheer for their team. You joining them in their cheering, but you also decided to cheer for Kiku. He could use the support.
One by one, the archers went until Kiku stepped up. The wind was lightly blowing to the southeast as he prepared his shot, compensating for the weather.
The soft whirring you knew all to well echoed softly then "Bull's Eye!" The same happened the second time around except "Nine!". There was only one score close enough to possibly knock Kiku out of his gold medal, Ludwig Beilschimdt's.
It was the German's final shot.
Adjust.
Inhale.
Release.
"Nine!"
You were slightly nervous. Kiku had to score a Bull's eye to win, or it would be the judges' decision. No one else really had a chance.
Kiku stepped up. He took a deep breath then checked the wind.
Aim.
Adjust.
The soft whirring.
"Bull's eye for Japan's Kiku Honda!"
The crowd went insane! Kiku stared at the target, shocked, then elation danced across his face. He'd done it! He scored another Bull's eye!
The final archers came and went, still showing their best shots. Olympians go out doing their best right to the very end, even if they don't score gold, silver, or bronze. Which were now waiting for them to announce.
An announcer and the presenters came on stage.
"The bronze goes to...Sadiq Annan of Turkey!"
A tall man with sunglasses covering his face smiled as he accepted his medal and took his spot on the podium. The crowd from Turkey was the loudest of the arena.
"The silver medal goes to...Ludwig Beilschmidt of Germany."
The tall, intimidating Germany gave a soft grin as he accepted his medal. The Germans, like the Turks, were the loudest of all the cheers.
"The gold medal goes to...Kiku Honda of Japan!"
Kiku smiled as he accepted the award and took his spot on the podium that he worked so hard for. The crowd screamed at an unbelievable volume as the Olympic theme played. Kiku truly was the victor, and you were so proud.
Afterwards, as the Olympians congratulated each other, you ran down to your friend. He laughed as he noted the smirk on your face.
"Do I really need to say it?" you laughed.
"No," he chuckled, "I can terr what you are going to say."
"Okay, I'll cut to the chase," you smiled, "omedetogozaimasu!" You cheered.
"Arigatou, my gold medal friend."