Mexico was hanging out on the couch playing some games on his phone. Suddenly, Canada walked in holding a football jersey.
"Mex look! Remember when you used to-." Canada stopped when a shoe flew past his head.
"WE DON'T TALK ABOUT THAT MUCHACHO! PUT THAT SH*T AWAY IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU," Mexico exclaimed.
"What? It's just football...," Canada said. Suddenly, America tackled him.
"FOOTBALL!!" America exclaimed.
"....not that kind of football," Canada said.
"Oh sorry," America said, getting up and sitting on the couch.
"Why don't you like football anymore? I know what happened but-,"
"THAT'S EXACTLY WHY!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Calm down Mex, what happened?" Greenland asked.
"Ughhhhhhhh well.... a few years ago.....
(If this were a tv show this'd be a flashback)
(Alas, this is not tv)
I was the greatest footballer in all of the void! I was basically just the epitome of football-,"
"Ok, calm down Mex, you were good, but not a god," America said. Mexico hit him with his other shoe and continued the story.
"Anyway, I was basically the best, until one day.... he took it all away, in just one move, almost like an anticlimactic chess game, but more crushing," Mexico said.
"Who?" Greenland asked.
"Argentina.... she's been cocky about it ever since.... I was ashamed. I let down my team, mi familia, my children! It was horrible!" Mexico exclaimed.
"Mex... nobody really held it against you... well, except your team really. But who cares! You can still play soccer for fun instead of competition right?" America said.
"Football... and no... I swore to never play football again. I'm probably no good anymore anyway," Mexico said solemnly, before going to his room.
"..... poor guy, he sounds like me with baseball," America said.
"What? Since when did you drop baseball? What happened?" Canada asked. America had a grim, foreboding expression.
"You don't wanna know....," America said.
The next day, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it!" Mexico exclaimed, opening the door. "Argentina?"
"Mexico," Argentina said, her game face on and her arms crossed. "A little birdie told me you're ready for a rematch," Argentina said, cracking her knuckles. Mexico glared over at America and Canada, who pretended not to know what Argentina was talking about.
"Well, that bird was probably off his sh*t. Go home Argentina, you already crushed me once," Mexico said. Argentina smirked.
"Ok, I was hoping for some good competition. However, looks like you're letting your age catch up with you el viejo," Argentina said. Mexico glared at Argentina.
"....fine. You're on," Mexico said. Argentina smiled.
"Perfect. Two days from now, at the park. We ride at dawn b*tch," Argentina said. Mexico closed the door and immediately had a breakdown.
