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fivedayslater) wrote2010-06-17 07:52 pm
fivedayslater) wrote2010-06-17 07:52 pm
Entry tags:
- character: america,
- character: australia,
- character: cameroon,
- character: denmark,
- character: england,
- character: germany,
- character: greece,
- character: italy,
- character: japan,
- character: netherlands,
- character: new zealand,
- character: romano,
- character: south korea,
- character: spain,
- fandom: hetalia,
- fanfic,
- fic: world cup
Some World Cup Stuff
Round 1: Drabbles for the first round of the 2010 FIFA World Cup. If you didn't know, that's going on in South Africa right now. These are only the games with at least one canon Hetalia character, which New Zealand totally is, except for France vs. Uruguay, because I wrote this while watching South Africa vs. Uruguay and I'm still pissed off at Uruguay. Needless to say, OC!Uruguay turned into a heartless jerkface, so Ijust decided to scrap it. Still don't think I can pull it off without offending everyone in Uruguay until Mexico crushes them. >:D
Word Count: 1,024
South Korea 2-0 Greece
“Yes!” Korea shouted and jumped for joy as the final whistle blew, securing his three points, “Take that! Soccer originated in Korea you know, Greece, so it’s only fair that I…Greece?”
Greece, who was seated next to him on the bench, was slumped over asleep with a cat on his lap.
“…Did you sleep through the whole match?”
England 1-1 USA
“Rubbish,” England muttered as he stormed into the locker room, “Absolute bollocks if you ask me.”
“Hahaha!” America laughed, “C’mon England, we tied! That means we’re-”
“Don’t. Say. It.”
“That means we’re equal!” England smacked his head into a nearby locker.
“You didn’t even earn that goal…” he muttered, “utter rubbish.”
“Relax England,” America said as he snuck up behind him. Suddenly England was turned around and shoved against the locker while his hands where moved above his head and something silky wrapped around them.
“Ties aren’t bad things, you know,” America whispered in his ear.
Germany 4-0 Australia
“The match is over,” Germany informed Australia, who had sunk to the floor in the fetal position sometime after the third goal. He heard the man whimper. “Would you like to know the final score?”
Australia groaned but sat up and looked at him.
“Four nothing.”
He groaned and banged his head against the ground again. “Not even one point?”
“No,” Germany scribbled something in his note pad as the other nation’s koala rubbed Australia’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, “You still have two other games to play.”
“Don’t remind me mate,” he sighed as he sat up again.
“Are you giving up? Did I crush your spirit?”
“No way,” Australia jumped back up on his feet, full of the fire that he showed before the match started, “I’m not out of this thing yet mate.”
“If you say so,” Germany scribbled down something else.
This was his year, and nothing was going to stop him now.
Netherlands 2-0 Denmark
Netherlands sighed as he looked down at the pitiful Dane.
“The match ended a while ago,” he tapped him with his foot to see if he was still alive, “get up.”
“Own goal…my fault…”
Oh dear, he was beating himself up over that wasn’t he? “You would’ve lost anyway. You can’t win if you don’t score.”
“But I scored on myself! That’s like…like-”
Netherlands quickly placed a hand on Denmark’s mouth. “Don’t say it,” he waited for the confirming nod before removing his hand and leaning back. “If you keep dwelling on that then you’ll never win.”
“Dwell? But did you see that goal!?” He smirked. Netherlands was confused, “I bounced it off that guy’s shoulder! It was totally awesome!”
Denmark earned a smack on the head.
Japan 1-0 Cameroon
Japan blinked and looked at the score. Then he looked at it and blinked again.
He…he actually won? He was in South Africa…and he won?
His team was jumping up and down shouting in there excitement. Japan was tempted to join them, but he saw Cameroon coming towards him and changed his mind, opting to just stand there like a deer in headlights. The African was much bigger than him. If he wanted to get violent about this, Japan didn’t know if he could take him.
“Hey,” Cameroon’s voice cut through Japan’s thoughts. He extended a hand. “Good game.”
Japan shook it, “Thank you. You played well.”
“Yeah, well now I need to get my act together and win the next two,” he sighed, “Well, if I had to lose, at least it was to you. This was your first win on foreign soil right?”
He nodded and smiled.
“I look forward to playing you again in the next round.”
Italy 1-1 Paraguay
“Veneziano?” the Northern half of Italy looked up to see the Southern half walk into the locker room.
“Romano,” he nodded as his brother sat down next to him.
“That was close, idiot,” he muttered, “We were losing there for a moment.”
“But we didn’t lose, Romano,” Italy reminded him.
“But it was close,” the elder sighed, “It’s tougher this year.”
“Yes, it is. But that should make the next round interesting.”
“I suppose,” Romano sighed again, “You’re still going to hold back and fuck around like you always do though, aren’t you?”
His brother gained a malicious grin that most of the other nations wouldn’t associate with Veneziano, but Romano knew better. He only saw it every four years, but it was nonetheless a part of the younger’s arsenal.
“We should let the others have their fun. If we just crushed them now, no one would want to play with us.”
Romano’s grin matched his brother's.
New Zealand 1-1 Slovakia
New Zealand held his head in his hands. It was over. He was glad to have come to the World Cup again, but it would have been nice…just this once…
“GOAL!!” the announcers shouted. New Zealand looked up in disbelief. He had held on so well; for Slovakia to score another goal this close to the end was just...
But then he realized. And he stared in disbelief for a completely different reason.
That was his goal, his players that were dancing around the field. For the first time ever, he had scored at this biggest and greatest football arena.
New Zealand’s grin widened as the final whistle blew. Not only had he scored, he tied Slovakia. He wasn’t out of this thing yet!
As he jumped onto the field to celebrate with his team, he caught Slovakia glaring at him out of the corner of his eye.
Perhaps he should stay away from him for a while.
Switzerland 1-0 Spain
“What…?” Spain sank to his knees as the final whistle blew. “But…this is my year…”
He stared at the field where Switzerland and Liechtenstein were celebrating the Swiss victory. It didn’t feel right. That should be him and Romano out there celebrating. This was just…
“Hey, bastard,” he looked over to see his Romano standing there awkwardly. “You gonna be okay?”
Spain smiled at him, and the Italian was reminded of gold and blood and empires long gone.
“Don’t worry Romano. I’m not losing again.”
Word Count: 1,024
South Korea 2-0 Greece
“Yes!” Korea shouted and jumped for joy as the final whistle blew, securing his three points, “Take that! Soccer originated in Korea you know, Greece, so it’s only fair that I…Greece?”
Greece, who was seated next to him on the bench, was slumped over asleep with a cat on his lap.
“…Did you sleep through the whole match?”
England 1-1 USA
“Rubbish,” England muttered as he stormed into the locker room, “Absolute bollocks if you ask me.”
“Hahaha!” America laughed, “C’mon England, we tied! That means we’re-”
“Don’t. Say. It.”
“That means we’re equal!” England smacked his head into a nearby locker.
“You didn’t even earn that goal…” he muttered, “utter rubbish.”
“Relax England,” America said as he snuck up behind him. Suddenly England was turned around and shoved against the locker while his hands where moved above his head and something silky wrapped around them.
“Ties aren’t bad things, you know,” America whispered in his ear.
Germany 4-0 Australia
“The match is over,” Germany informed Australia, who had sunk to the floor in the fetal position sometime after the third goal. He heard the man whimper. “Would you like to know the final score?”
Australia groaned but sat up and looked at him.
“Four nothing.”
He groaned and banged his head against the ground again. “Not even one point?”
“No,” Germany scribbled something in his note pad as the other nation’s koala rubbed Australia’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, “You still have two other games to play.”
“Don’t remind me mate,” he sighed as he sat up again.
“Are you giving up? Did I crush your spirit?”
“No way,” Australia jumped back up on his feet, full of the fire that he showed before the match started, “I’m not out of this thing yet mate.”
“If you say so,” Germany scribbled down something else.
This was his year, and nothing was going to stop him now.
Netherlands 2-0 Denmark
Netherlands sighed as he looked down at the pitiful Dane.
“The match ended a while ago,” he tapped him with his foot to see if he was still alive, “get up.”
“Own goal…my fault…”
Oh dear, he was beating himself up over that wasn’t he? “You would’ve lost anyway. You can’t win if you don’t score.”
“But I scored on myself! That’s like…like-”
Netherlands quickly placed a hand on Denmark’s mouth. “Don’t say it,” he waited for the confirming nod before removing his hand and leaning back. “If you keep dwelling on that then you’ll never win.”
“Dwell? But did you see that goal!?” He smirked. Netherlands was confused, “I bounced it off that guy’s shoulder! It was totally awesome!”
Denmark earned a smack on the head.
Japan 1-0 Cameroon
Japan blinked and looked at the score. Then he looked at it and blinked again.
He…he actually won? He was in South Africa…and he won?
His team was jumping up and down shouting in there excitement. Japan was tempted to join them, but he saw Cameroon coming towards him and changed his mind, opting to just stand there like a deer in headlights. The African was much bigger than him. If he wanted to get violent about this, Japan didn’t know if he could take him.
“Hey,” Cameroon’s voice cut through Japan’s thoughts. He extended a hand. “Good game.”
Japan shook it, “Thank you. You played well.”
“Yeah, well now I need to get my act together and win the next two,” he sighed, “Well, if I had to lose, at least it was to you. This was your first win on foreign soil right?”
He nodded and smiled.
“I look forward to playing you again in the next round.”
Italy 1-1 Paraguay
“Veneziano?” the Northern half of Italy looked up to see the Southern half walk into the locker room.
“Romano,” he nodded as his brother sat down next to him.
“That was close, idiot,” he muttered, “We were losing there for a moment.”
“But we didn’t lose, Romano,” Italy reminded him.
“But it was close,” the elder sighed, “It’s tougher this year.”
“Yes, it is. But that should make the next round interesting.”
“I suppose,” Romano sighed again, “You’re still going to hold back and fuck around like you always do though, aren’t you?”
His brother gained a malicious grin that most of the other nations wouldn’t associate with Veneziano, but Romano knew better. He only saw it every four years, but it was nonetheless a part of the younger’s arsenal.
“We should let the others have their fun. If we just crushed them now, no one would want to play with us.”
Romano’s grin matched his brother's.
New Zealand 1-1 Slovakia
New Zealand held his head in his hands. It was over. He was glad to have come to the World Cup again, but it would have been nice…just this once…
“GOAL!!” the announcers shouted. New Zealand looked up in disbelief. He had held on so well; for Slovakia to score another goal this close to the end was just...
But then he realized. And he stared in disbelief for a completely different reason.
That was his goal, his players that were dancing around the field. For the first time ever, he had scored at this biggest and greatest football arena.
New Zealand’s grin widened as the final whistle blew. Not only had he scored, he tied Slovakia. He wasn’t out of this thing yet!
As he jumped onto the field to celebrate with his team, he caught Slovakia glaring at him out of the corner of his eye.
Perhaps he should stay away from him for a while.
Switzerland 1-0 Spain
“What…?” Spain sank to his knees as the final whistle blew. “But…this is my year…”
He stared at the field where Switzerland and Liechtenstein were celebrating the Swiss victory. It didn’t feel right. That should be him and Romano out there celebrating. This was just…
“Hey, bastard,” he looked over to see his Romano standing there awkwardly. “You gonna be okay?”
Spain smiled at him, and the Italian was reminded of gold and blood and empires long gone.
“Don’t worry Romano. I’m not losing again.”