Alois frowned, tapping his foot on the ground and crossing his arms. He paced back and forth in front of the four new victims- erm- I mean his new teammates. He paused in front of the short black haired boy and stared down at him. "Why are you slouching soldier? Stand up straight!" Alois commanded.

"Yes sir!" Kuro responded as he straightened up. Alois nodded then moved onto the next boy. He smirked and shook his head.

"Luciano Vargas…. Of all the boneheaded things your family is notorious for.. I didn't believe you'd sink this low." Alois hissed, "Explain, why exactly you're tying Kuro's shoelaces together? Do you think this is a game?"

"Well it kind of-" Luciano began, "No talking back! You'll do well to learn that Luciano." Alois cut him off. He moved onto the next player and nearly cried of disappointment. "Why… just. Why?" Flavio looked at him confused. "What?" Flavio asked, in utter confusion. The blonde Italian boy was dressed in a cheetah print tank top, a pair of white pants, black sandals, cheetah print sunglasses, a black scarf, and a white jacket. Any other day Alois wouldn't care, but today was a different case, and this was a sign of problems ahead. He just moved on, everyone knew it was hopeless trying to convince Flavio when his outfit wasn't appropriate for the occasion. He stopped in front of the shorter blonde boy. The now mud covered boy had been looking for worms in the grass but when he saw Alois standing over him he quickly stood up and saluted with the wrong arm unaware of the mistake. Alois looked down at him frowning. Luci, Kuro, and Flavio watched wondering what he'd say. Alois sighed and opened his mouth to say something. The other three stared intently. Alois patted the boy's head and smiled "Good boy." he said. The other boys' mouths gaped open. He did everything wrong and Alois praised him. The Prussian was blatantly playing favorites. The muddy little German didn't notice and just gave him normal goofy smile. Alois clapped his hands to get his little squad's attention.

"Alright boys. I want you to give me ten laps immediately. Let's go!" he said as they all hit the track he'd set up. He kept a steady pace ahead of them all, which was easy since they were all younger than him or just Flavio, who was just refusing to run so he wouldn't get dirty.

"Who are we?" Alois shouted back to them.

"Red Team!" the three younger boys yelled in response.

"What do we want?"

"To win!" the boys all yelled. Now came the singing part.

"When the season starts our team will pass!" Alois chanted

"When the season starts our team will pass!" the boys repeated.

"Cause we're gonna kick Csilla's ass!" Alois sung, determined he'd defeat his Hungarian rival.

"We're gonna kick Csilla's ass!" The three sung happily.

"One two!"

"Three four!"

"Red team!"

"Fight on!" they all shouted together.

"They're pretty worked up huh?" Romano said watching the kids from the window of the kitchen. "And all their doing is playing football." he mumbled. Prussia was out there cheering his son on as they began doing drills.

"I'm a little worried about them, they're practicing so hard but.. I saw the way Hungary's daughter plays. She's a sweetie but she's a different person when it comes to sports!" Italy fretted. The other adults nodded expecting no less from children raised by Prussia and Hungary.

Later on that day Alois was sneaking out of his room. He looked around. "Coast is clear. Safe to proceed." he mumbled as he made a break for the door. He smirked as he got to it without raising suspicion. He turned the knob and made it out of the house. He ran to the local park, only stopping to catch his breath once he arrived. He looked around and called out, "Hey! Are you here?" "Yeah, I'm over here Alois! Did you bring it?" a voice called back to him. "Yeah I have it." he responded as he held out a soccer ball.

"Great! Let's play!" a little girl said as she stepped out from her hiding place. Alois nodded and smiled a little.

"Sure thing, Csilla."

To Be Continued… maybe..

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