Hetalia One-Shots [NOT TAKING REQUESTS]

Germany x America

Workout

Requested by RussiaSunflower

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America's P.O.V.

It was alright for me to do this, right? I am in the training facility of one of the most hard-working, strict, and someone who is addicted to working out, Ludwig. Man, his methods of trying to get everyone in shape is not helping and I am hungry. I need something to eat.

Anyway, I was standing in line like everyone else is. Feliciano stood beside me, obviously intimidated by the fact that Ludwig is here and is forcing him to work out. I almost felt sorry for the guy. Key word: almost.

Everything seemed to be fine until we were forced to do several laps around the soccer field. I inwardly groan at the thought. Then, somehow, an idea popped in my head. If I was going to be in this workout place, I might as well have as much fun as I can before I can get my butt kicked. I thought it up without having other people help me. Woo!

Anyway, I went to take my position, but instead of running like Ludwig wanted, I walked. It was much easier for me to breath that way and relaxing enough for me to enjoy the succulent flavors of the burger I brought over. It was still fresh, and I wanted to have something to eat since I am so hungry, but that was short lived since the burger was knocked out of my hand by someone. When I looked to see who it was, I almost choked in laughter.

Ludwig was beyond pissed. His face looked so red with anger I almost had to stop myself from doing anything stupid. He began to speak but I tuned him out. This was not going to bother me, so I went to my merry way, jogging instead of running. However, even this tired me out. I was not motivated to do something like this. I stopped again and pulled out another burger. This time, I was determined to eat it. I almost put it into my mouth when it was knocked out of my hands again. I did not need to know who was the perpetrator of this one because now I was beyond angry. I was pissed off at this. I glared at the German in front of me.

"Dude!" I began to exclaim rather loudly. "What the heck? I was enjoying myself a burger. I need that sort of energy to get myself going!" He shook his head in disgust and disappointment. He sighed and opened his mouth to speak.

"Jou are very lackluster in zhe terms of muscle. Zhat is vhy I wanted you and everyone else here, to work out zhat fat jou got." His words sunk in, and now I think he is insinuating that I may or may not be fat. No words explained how hurtful that was to me. I glared at him and pushed him aside, making him stumble and fall. He looked surprised at me but did not say anything.

I ran as fast as I could around the soccer field. I ran until I counted ten laps. I stopped and went over to the German, not breaking a sweat. He looked surprised at my skills. I could not help but smirk.

"How's that for laps?" I could not help but ask. He seemed to be hurt by this, but did not say anything. I must have hit his pride, but did that matter to me? Yes, quite frankly it does. I pulled out another burger and handed it to him. He looked confused about it and gingerly took it. He looked at me with eyes that say 'what.'

I laughed and smiled.

"Eat it. You deserved it. You need to loosen up about this working out thing. Everyone has their own strength. They don't show it now because they still want you to believe that you are the one that works the hardest of all of us, and let me tell you, dude, you are one pretty strong man. I feel honored to workout with you." I held out a hand and he took it, looking stern once again. He didn't utter a word, but I knew there was something about his silence that will make him the better man at this kind of thing than anyone else.

Maybe that's what I like about him.