walking around with a football, kicking it against random objects and practicing fancy moves.

watches him play with the ball and frowns, thinking about how he's out of the World Cup.

spots the Italian in the corner of his eye and stops the ball for a moment before lightly kicking it towards him. "Wanna join in?"

frowns and shakes his head. He didn't want to play football. it only made him miss Ludwig more, and make him sad that he lost.

that maybe some othertime they should get everyone together to play a "friendly" game of football!

walks over to the smaller one and pats him on the head. "You shouldn't look so sad, it doesn't suit you." a small smile forms on his lips.

's face adapts a small smile. "So how are you, Niko?"

smirks, "I'm not doing too bad. How about you?"

smiles slightly, trying to keep it for him, "I'm.. alright! Good luck with the World Cup, though," He giggles, "I'm rooting for Luddy!"

ruffles his hair, "Heh, figures. I hope to meet him in the near future... that will be a match to die for."

nods, agreeing, "I'd love to watch that! That'd be such an awesome match, veee~!"

"I'll promise to make it the best match of the year! I'll make that German work hard."

giggles. "Good!" He pokes Niko in the ribs, "though you do know, however hard you make him work, he's still gunna win, right..??" He grins_

proudly.

presses his hand down on the Italian, making him shrink. "Oh you think that now. Just wait until I'm kicking his ass. He'll go home crying_

and defeated. But that's okay, because you'll be there to comfort him. You can both cry at your loses this year!"

's smile drops off his face. He pushes at the hand on his head to get it off him. He shakes his head. "That's not very nice to say.. He'll_

beat you if someone else doesn't! You just wait!"

laughs, "He is good I will admit. But I have a feeling that this year is my year to shine. I make football look good." He says while_

running his hand through his hair.

looks up at Niko's hair and frowns, saying bluntly, "Your hair looks like hay!"

stares down at the blank and empty comment. "Well maybe if your people stopped eating pasta they'd still be in the games. They were so _

limp and saggy.

gasps, completely insulted, "What?! Pasta has nothing to do with the world cup! It was just bad luck! God just didn't want us to win twice_

in a row. Plain and simple!"

"So you're blaming God on this one? Admit it, your team just didn't have it in them to win. They were too afraid of the other players."

shakes his head. His eyes were watering up. He wanted to get away from the mean bully. He takes a step backwards then another, then another.

blinks at first, then follows with arms open. "I'm sorry little one, come here." an apologetic smile form on the corners of his lips.

unsure if he should trust the other man, after everything he's said and stops, but doesn't go any closer.

does the grabby hand motion, a small pout on his face. He doesn't like being untrustworthy when he's serious.

make a strangled noise in his throat, because he looked so cute. he jumps at Niko hugging him tightly.

hugs the Italian happily. "I didn't mean to get you upset, I've just been a little stressed lately... "

nods against his chest, accepting the apology. "It's okay. I understand. Ludwig and the others are kind of worrying you, aren't they?" He_

giggles amused.

a light pink covers his cheeks, "W-what? No! Not at all! I'm ready to take them on. I just hope it's a clean game, whether it's tomorrows_

game or the next."

shakes his head, noticing the pink. He giggles and hops up and down on the spot. "You're so nervous!! Hehe!"

"I-I am not! I'm completely prepared and everything!" He crossed his arms, huffing. He is going to win tomorrows game and go against Germany

giggles some more, understanding his nervousness. "it's okay! I won't judge you!"