"I can't believe this." Shelby breathed as she watched the Portuguese and Polish duke it out in the first Quarter Semifinal.

"What? Are you surprised that the Polish team is totally whooping ass and taking names? I am insulted." Feliks gasped sarcastically, placing a hand lightly on his chest.

Shelby giggled, knowing Poland was referring to the fact that three of his players had gotten a yellow card for various plays throughout the game. "Its not that, Po. Its just, well, Portugal has some of the world's best players, while Poland is a relatively unknown competitor internationally. People aren't expecting Portugal to lose to you guys."

"Why not? They have not won a match within 90 minutes the whole tournament." Feliks pointed out, sitting back and crossing his left leg over his right.

"That's true. If you guys can pull this off, the upset would be almost as big as Iceland's." Shelby chuckled slightly.

Felik huffed. "I cannot believe Emil is getting all the attention here. Wales and I are breaking ground too, you know- more so me than Wales, but you know what I am saying."

"I agree. But Iceland is a much smaller country..." Shelby had began to speak, but her sentence trailed as her attention drifted back to the match. Both Nani from Portugal and Cionek from Poland jumped up for the header, but Nani won it, flicking it over to Carvalho, who kicked it to Ronaldo. Glik blocked it with a header, earning an impressed nod from Shelby, before something caught her eye behind the Polish defense.

A streaker was now running down the field, chased by at least a dozen security officers as he attempted to tackle Ronaldo in a hug.

Feliks eyes widened and he lurched forward, slamming his hand down on Shelby's eyes. "Please tell me you didn't see any of that." He muttered as the security tackled the streaker, practically dragging him off the field.

"Oh, I saw it. That was definitely a penis." Shelby stated. "But next time, could you maybe not smack me in the face?"

"Oh my Lanta, America might just kill me." Poland whispered.

"What?" Shelby laughed. "Alfred doesn't watch soccer! He only watches-" As the brunette tried to reassure her considered brother, Poland's phone began to ring. He picked it up tentatively, looking at the caller ID to reveal Alfred's name.

"Yeah, I think he might have been watching broski." Poland sighed.

"Oh, just hang up the phone. It's really not that big of a deal. I saw a full on naked guy once at my cousin's hockey game, so it's nothing I haven't seen before." Shelby explained.

"What? I didn't know that was how hockey was played." Poland blinked in surprise. "I should totally try it sometime."

"No, that's not how it's played." Shelby rolled her eyes. "Although, now that I think about it, I should probably stop watching men's sports, since someone always seems to be naked."

When she glanced over, she realized Poland wasn't paying attention to her; he was making a phone call. "Hey, Liet." He smirked as he spoke. "You wanna come over and play some hockey with me tonight?"

"Oh my God, Feliks, can you not?" Shelby growled, covering her ears and turning her attention back to the game.