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    I'm gonna totally kick his ass in el fútbol! He thought with a smile. "Sure, why not do a little bit of friendly competion?" Spain suggested with a smile.
    Madrid nodded, "Sure! It sounds like fun! I'll meet you guys outside in ten minutes!" She said, leaping up and darting into her room to change.
    "Good luck, amigo." Spain said, heading up to his room.

    "Good luck to you as well, Spanje.", Netherlands said with a smirk, 'This is gonna be intresting and I will personally lick his butt this time as revange for the time in South Africa. Just you wait.'


    Netherlands got up as well and got back to the room he was given for the time being. "This is definitly gonna be fun." He held his necklace for a moment. He had gotten it from The Roman Empire, it was rope at that time and ever since he has added charms that was one of his bosses at that time. 'I will win this time, I am sure.'

    Lick his butt....
    Pfft- XD best typo ever.)


    Luiza changed into some shorts and a jersey for the game. Even though she almost always wore her necklace that she received from her brother, she wore a bracelet instead. It was a sea blue, with some seafoam green beads accenting it. She smiled as she slipped it on, for it was her good luck charm. She grabbed her football and ran outside. She was sure she was gonna win!

    (Lick his butt? Oops XD KICK his butt was supposed to be there. But thank you." Takes aplause while bowing-)


    After Netherlands had made a short prayer to overy god he knew, he grabbed the extra shirt he had bought. It wasn't the white one for la tometania but it was red, almost orange in color. He quickly changed his shirt and walked out, down the stairs and out of the door with a dertimined exspression on his face.

    "Ready, Amigo?" Luiza asked as he came down. She had a comfortable and confident look on her face. She was dressed in a white shirt with black shorts and her football was at her waist.


    Spain came down in a red jersey and looked like he was also quite confident in what he was doing, and something that you couldn't quite put a finger on.

    "You bet I am ready.", Netherlands said while giving Spain a competitive stare for a moment before opening the door. "Are you two gonna stand there all day or what? Come on!" He walked outside.

    "Sí! I am coming!" Luiza called out. She ran outside after him.
    Spain followed, and yelled, "Hey, why don't we use the backyard?" He then headed to the back of the house.

    Luiza ran and went through the gate of the fence as well. "Okay," She started, bouncing the ball on her head, "Who's going first?"

    "Um, you can start if you want to?" He strugged. "I don't really care who starts, Just kick it in the air and look who catches it, I guess. But who splays against who?" He asked after he stood still facing Spain and Luiza.

    "You're playing for sure, but I guess I'll flip a coin with España to see which one of us will play." Madrid decided. She hit the ball over to Abel and produced a coin from her pocket.
    It landed on one of the sibling's sides. It was...

    Abel catched the ball with his foot and watched as Luiza flipped the coin. It was....SPAIN!
    'I seriously don't know if I should be happy or dissapointed now. Meh, oh well. Lets Kick butt then.
    Abel grinned.


    (Get I the honour to choose? Sorry for replaying so late -_-)

    "You two first! I play loser!" Luiza said, backing up into a chair. "Goals are obviously over on each end," She said, pointing to the goals on either side of the yard.
    Spain smirked amd lightly chuckled. "Ready?"

    Netherlands smirked back. "You bet, some payback for in South Africa." He kracked his knuckles. "Lets go!" He laid the ball in the grass, took a few steps back and took a sprint towards the ball and shot

    "Just know you'll lose again!" Spain called out, sprinting over to the ball and kicking it to the other side of the lawn.


    Luiza was simply watching.

    "Ha, You will be eating dust this time!" Netherlands ran towards the ball and after he had cought it, he started to run towards Spain with the ball.


    (I am so bad in football scenes -_- It's the first accually. How are yout action scenes going? How do you write them?)

    "Actually, you have a foul for catching the ball," Spain pointed out. "Keep that up, and you'll eat my dust!"


    Meh. They're okay, but not the best.)

    Netherlands smirked at the friendly thread. "You're sure?" He did a evasic move with the ball so that it went through Spain's legs, ran somewhat quicker, catched the ball again but did a faceplant into the grass moment later because he slipped on the wet grass and the ball just continued on it's path towards the goal but it missed the goal by two inces.
    "Oompf!" He raised his head, smeared with sticking grass and dirt and spit some out. "Iack."
    (Meh, okey.)

    "That's what you get for not admitting you had a foul and giving the ball to me." Spain said matter-of-factly. He ran over to the ball and kicked it past Netherlands. He then sprinted with the ball, but not so fast that he'd slip. When he neared the goal, he kicked kicked the ball into the goal. "Uno-cero" He announced the score.