Hetalia one shots ;)

Hungary x reader ~ Soccer

Theme : sport

Athletic Hungary x Injured, shy reader

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"Who's ready to play some soccer?" Your gym teacher asked the croud.

Everyone around you cheered, everyone accept you. You hated gym, and you probably would rather draw something.

"Let's make teams, Liz, you're a team captain, and... Gilbert, you're a captain" your gym teacher called.

He then walked over to the bench and pulled out a clipboard. He was either marking, or doing a crossword puzzle.

"Alright" Gilbert grinned.

The two walked in front of the croud. They scanned everyone. You looked down at your feet. You were usually picked last, which got you upset. Gilbert was the best male soccer player in your grade, plus he was popular. He wasn't going to pick you unless he had to. On the other hand, there was Elizabeta. She was the best athlete in the school. She was pretty and smart and perfect. She wouldn't pick you. She was in most of you're classes. You sometimes caught yourself staring at her during class. You had a major crush on her.

"I'll go first. I need to pick my winning team" Gilbert smirked, looking around. "Let's go with Toni"

The tan boy beside you made a sound of approval and walked over to Gilbert. He gave him a high five and stood beside him.

"Okay, if you want to pick favorites, I'll pick Francis" Elizabeta motioned Francis to the front.

"But... Gil, do something!" Francis protested, stomping one foot like a two year old. He finally sighed in defeat and slowly walked over to Elizabeta's side of the field.

"Fine, wanna play that game?" Gilbert gave her a cocky look.

You sighed and looked down again. Every time he gave her that look, she smiled. Everyone wanted the two captains to be together. Apparently they had 'great chemistry'. Every time someone said that you mentally screamed.

"Okay, I'll just pick Feliciano then" he held his arm out for a high five when the said boy ran over and high fives him.

"Alright" Elizabeta scanned the croud again, smiling. Her smile faded when she saw you, head down, looking at your feet. She finally sighed and made up her mind.

"I pick -your name-" she called.

You looked up quickly. The first thing that you thought was that everyone was already picked, and you were just lucky to be with her. You looked around quickly and saw that most people hadn't been picked.

"Really?" Was the only thing you could mutter out from shock.

"Yeah, why not? I've seen you play." Elizabeta walked into the croud and put her arm around you.

"I've seen her play too..." Gilbert whispered to Toni, who both chuckled.

Cheeks turning red, you put your head down again. All you did was followed the ball around or stayed back on defence, in which you couldn't block it. You couldn't play, even if your life depended on it.

"GIL!" Elizabeta yelled, giving the two a death look, and he and Toni wiped the smirk off their faces.

"Don't listion to them" she whisperd to you.

She lead you to the front, where Francis stood. Millions of thoughts were running through your head. You were one of the first people chosen! Gilberts brother wasn't even picked, and he was ten times better than you.