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Alfred and Gilbert were sitting under the bleachers at five p.m., home and homework forgotten (not that Gil even remotely cared about the latter).

Al sighed, "So what do we do now? I mean...since you were kicked off the team and my mom would never let me join."

Gil shrugged, "Does it matter? I'll be kicked off again for failing another class."

Frowning, Al asked, "Well, what class did you fail?"

"Science. Freaking. Science," the albino growled, blushing again in embarrassment.

Al gasped, "Oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I could totally help you, like, not fail! Science is my best class; I love it."

Gil faltered for a moment. 'If people saw me hanging with this toddler, doing science homework...' "I-I don't know. I mean...just, nevermind my problems. I'll work them out on my own."

Al deflated slightly, but still managed to grin, "Okay...sounds cool, man..."

Gil ran his hands through his hair, frowning, "What other sports...Baseball? I know Kiku's in it."

Al shrugged, "I think my bro might be looking to join, but I don't know. I'm not that into baseball."

Gil sighed, "Yeah, me neither."

"What about basketball?" Al suggested.

Gil shook his head, "I don't think you're tall enough. You're like...a toddler."

The blond's ears turned bright red, "I am not!" Gil just rolled his eyes.

"Whatever you wanna believe, kid." Al stuck his tongue out in defiance. Gil ignored him, "And besides, I tried basketball once and I hated it."

Al pursed his lips, "Okay, so...what other sports are there?" Gil shrugged.

"Well...there's cross country," Gil snickers. 'Although, who in their right mind would join that?'

Al shook his head, "Heck, no. Does that even count as a sport? Like, it's literally just running. What's the point?"

Gil nods, "Exactly! I don't think there is a point, honestly..."

"There is a point!"

Al and Gil both screamed in shock and jumped back to see a brunette girl in an olive green racerback tank top and black running shorts looming over them.

Gil stammered, "E-Elizabeta! Y-You're looking nice toda—"

Elizabeta stamped her foot in anger, "Don't waste your flattery on me, Bielschmidt." Gil nodded and zipped his lips. "Good. And cross country is a sport."

Al took his chances and shrugged, "I dunno, all you do is run." Gil stared at Al with both disbelief and admiration written into his expression.

"Are you crazy?" he mouthed. "Save yourself!"

The brunette stared at Al for a moment, squinting, "I'm sorry, who are you?"

Al laughed nervously, "Alfred Jones...But call me Al."

Elizabeta smirked, "The tiny nerd who stole books from the library? Elizabeta Hedervary. But call me Eliza. See that structure over there?" She pointed to a picnic shelter-like structure that was packed with kids in baggy t-shirts or tight tank tops. "That's where cross country meets every day after school. We call it the Shack. Meet me at the Shack tomorrow after school, both of you. Bring tennis shoes and clothes like them. I'll show you just how much of a sport cross country is."

As she walked off, Al and Gil turned to each other, stunned, and both whispered,

"Holy crap..."

I wasn't expecting Hungary to ever be a part of this? But it happened so that's cool I guess :p when I ran cross country I remember we met at a picnic shelter called the "Yak Shack" So that's where that came from. :p