The World Cup always LIES. >:(
Who: Ludwig/Germany, Feliciano/N.Italy, anyone
What: Playing football (soccer, not American); Ludwig is practicing goal kicks and Feliciano is watching
Where: Indoor gym ('cause it's freezing outside)
When: After school
Why: Feliciano DARED to mention that Italians were always better at Germans in football (which is true, if any of you watch the World Cup). Ludwig, being Ludwig, felt like he should defend his country/honor/pride/whatever and is now defiantly practicing.
Blue - Ludwig
Red - Feliciano
[Leading the way out of the boy's locker room and on to the empty gym. Dressed in his gym clothes, the German looks annoyed at Feliciano fo all people, his blond brow twitching in irritation] For the last time, Germans are not bad at football!
But the Italians always win, Ludwig~! [Feliciano smiles, prancing along behind. He was dressed in his shorts and a plain white t-shirt, the usual when it came to gym class. For some reason his boyfriend had gotten offended when Feli had said that he was no good at the sport] Ve, you just gotta practice more!
I am practicing! And I'll have you know, Germans are NOT bad at ANY sport. [Scowls at nothing in particular. He pulls a soccer ball from the basket on the side of the field and makes his way in the middle of the field, almost stomping his way there. He sets the ball down and begins stretching, looking very determined]
Except for soccer, ne~? [Feli doesn't really look bothered by Ludwig's reaction, finding it more silly than anything. He takes a seat in the grass, watching the other do a bunch of stretches and such in what was probably supposed to be a significant display of masculinity]
We are excellent at soccer, I'll have you know. [Finishes stretching and steps a few paces away from the ball, then charges at it and kicks it with great force at the net]
((ooc: Feel free to have your character bother ours or just play soccer w/ someone else or get hit in the face by Ludwig's ball.))
What: Playing football (soccer, not American); Ludwig is practicing goal kicks and Feliciano is watching
Where: Indoor gym ('cause it's freezing outside)
When: After school
Why: Feliciano DARED to mention that Italians were always better at Germans in football (which is true, if any of you watch the World Cup). Ludwig, being Ludwig, felt like he should defend his country/honor/pride/whatever and is now defiantly practicing.
Blue - Ludwig
Red - Feliciano
[Leading the way out of the boy's locker room and on to the empty gym. Dressed in his gym clothes, the German looks annoyed at Feliciano fo all people, his blond brow twitching in irritation] For the last time, Germans are not bad at football!
But the Italians always win, Ludwig~! [Feliciano smiles, prancing along behind. He was dressed in his shorts and a plain white t-shirt, the usual when it came to gym class. For some reason his boyfriend had gotten offended when Feli had said that he was no good at the sport] Ve, you just gotta practice more!
I am practicing! And I'll have you know, Germans are NOT bad at ANY sport. [Scowls at nothing in particular. He pulls a soccer ball from the basket on the side of the field and makes his way in the middle of the field, almost stomping his way there. He sets the ball down and begins stretching, looking very determined]
Except for soccer, ne~? [Feli doesn't really look bothered by Ludwig's reaction, finding it more silly than anything. He takes a seat in the grass, watching the other do a bunch of stretches and such in what was probably supposed to be a significant display of masculinity]
We are excellent at soccer, I'll have you know. [Finishes stretching and steps a few paces away from the ball, then charges at it and kicks it with great force at the net]
((ooc: Feel free to have your character bother ours or just play soccer w/ someone else or get hit in the face by Ludwig's ball.))