THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR... EMO GERMANRY.
WHO: Ludwig and Antonio's teams of awesome and not so awesome. Crowd-goers and cheerleaders of course!
WHEN: Late Monday morning (September 14th).
WHERE: A... nice park. Without homeless people and broken glass.
WHAT: TIME FOR FUTBOL! And by futbol I mean football. And by football I mean, cringe, soccer. Refer to this for the teams and this on how group posts work.
RATING: People will have sex on the green, obviously. Or, you know, throw some elbows, break some clavicles?
The moment he had arrived, Ludwig had a Bad Feeling about this.
And whilst the German relied heavily on logic and reasoning and... er... science, he know that these Bad Feelings - few and rare between - more often than not correctly warned against unfavourable events. Generally, unfavourable for himself.
He was, of course, the first one that arrived on the large field, but wasn't at all anxious to meet (or rather, be reunited with) a few of his team members for this "community" football match. But Ludwig wasn't that petty: he wasn't the type to let something like that hinder him or his ability to lead a team but fuck if he was going to be nice to them. He would just have to buck up and... deal with Them. How, he wasn't sure. It was bad enough his own brother had managed to be drawn for his team, and he would be kidding himself if he didn't think Gilbert would be a handful all by himself without a certain Russian and Italian already determined to not listen to him.
The drab, overcast sky cast a weak grey light upon the entire park, tricking his brain for a few precious seconds into thinking that it was in fact much earlier than it really was. Trying to push aside the mixed signals reverberating through this head, that twisting unpleasant sensation in his guts, he took off his jacket and left it on a nearby wooden picnic table under a tree before moving on to inspect the grass.
Still wet. Just great.
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