Both Brazil and America were fairly drenched in sweat.
"Is that all ya got!?" America shouted at Brazil.
"I'm not sure either of us could handle more!" Brazil shot back, equally as cocky.
The sand beneath both their feet was hot, the air was sticky and humid, yet the adrenaline kept both countries pumping. It was down to the final match, tie breaking point.
"Hitme with your best shot! C'mon!" America sang to Brazil, her words barely making it through the Brazilian's head.
"You asked!" Brazil replied.
She served, going over the net. America hit that one easily, hitting it back over to Brazil's side of the sand court. Brazil sent the ball flying over to America who, again, hit the ball back. The rally went on for a few minutes before finally, Brazil managed to get a hit in that America missed. Brazil grinned widely at America, both women panting exhaustedly. America returned the smile, flopping down onto the bench.
"See America, football is not the only sport I play".
I had this idea because I was thinking of the Olympics. I know they're over and all, but I loved it anyways.
YOU ARE READING
A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
