"USA, USA, USA!" Germany cringed and held his phone away from his ear. He huffed. It was just like America to call and spout his patriotic sentiment, although why he was currently doing so was a mystery. After all, Germany had been the victor in their football (soccer) match.

"Alfred, you do realize you lost?"

"Dude, who cares about that? I'm the hero! USA! USA!"

Germany groaned. Yes, America was going into the knockout round. Yes, it had been a tense game, but seriously? America was never this excited about soccer. Ever. Germany began a useless attempt to quiet America.

"America, you know your head coach and some of your players are German or of German descent, right? "

"Well.."

Yes, Germany thought. Maybe he'll speak in a normal tone of voice!

"It doesn't matter! USA! USA!"

Germany sighed again. Never mind…

"Why did you even call America?"

"To tell you I, the hero, am awesome!"

Then, of course, Prussia walked in and heard only the word "awesome."

"Who's awesome?"

"I the hero am awesome!" Replied America

"NOT AWESOMER THAN THE AWESOME PRUSSIA!"

"Well obviously the hero is!"

Germany held the phone an arm's length away and checked it wasn't on speaker. How could America be so loud? Meanwhile, Prussia and America were still arguing.

"PLEASE, WITHOUT THE AWESOME ME YOU WOULD STILL BE ENGLAND'S COLONY!"

"Would you both shut up!" Germany roared.

"America, good luck against Belgium, now Good Bye." And with that, Germany slammed down the phone. He shoved Prussia out of the way, and sat down hoping he could get a little bit of peace and quiet. But then, the doorbell rang. When Germany opened the door he was greeted by a sobbing Italy.

"Germany, Germany, Uruguay bit me!" which he proved by tugging on his shirt to show bite marks on his shoulder. Once again, Germany sighed. He really needed that beer…

Author's Note: Thanks to my sister, for editing this. Thanks to you, the reader for reading this!