I'm a what?! And who?! (Hetalia FanFic)

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So here I was outside with boxing gloves on, and no face protection. Why? You ask? Because for our school Olympics we had to choose 2 things we were participating in. I choose chariot racing and boxing, seeing as it was the safest. Serbia said she would help me train I'm boxing, seeing as she knew how to.

"Okay, you see how I'm standing? You need to take this pose, it protects your stomach and chest at the same time," She explained.

I mimicked her position and she continued, explaining how to hit an opponent.

"B-but, what if I hurt them?" I asked.

"Oh jeez girl, you are supposed to, until they admit defeat!"

"Uh..uh okay..."

"Yo, dudettes, you practicing too?" America called.

"Sí, you too?" I asked, standing up straight. He nodded. "I can't believe your school lets us learn this, let alone allows you to practice during the day!"

"Well it teaches us self defence from the other countries, so it's kinda like education too," Serbia pointed out. I sighed, I was not looking forward to next week at all. Yeah... only a week to practice. And I still had to learn how to chariot race! And the rules were weird...

Rules for chariot racing is (its big enough for 2 people) you have to run in a race track with your horses and a 6 gallon jug of water. And you get a bow and arrow too, but who ever is the last one on the track with there water still intact wins.

I sighed and sat down. Gosh this was going to be a long week. Spain was teaching me Chariot racing and Lovino was teaching me archery. I still couldn't figure out what country he was. I mean I basically almost got everyone else's, but not his.

"MESSY!!" Serbia yelled. I jumped back and nearly fell off the rink that we were using to practice on.

"What?" I snapped.

"Come-on let's go find Spain," she said, taking off her boxing gloves. I did the same and followed behind her.

Spain wasn't to hard to find, he was at the track that we would be using for the chariot races.

"Hey Spain, here she is, ready to learn!" Serbia said once we got close to him. I groaned and they both laughed.

Serbia walked away and Spain motioned for me to get on the chariot box. I did, glad that we weren't practicing with horses yet. I put my hand on the rope and blacked out.

~Flash-Oh you know what it is~

I was ready to finally race Spain! I was so excited, although I only appeared to be seven, I was as ready as I could get. Papa (France) was standing at the sidelines ready to start the race.

"Are you ready for this?" Spain asked from the chariot next to me. I just nodded and gripped the reigns.

"Ready... Set..... GO!" Papa yelled, shooting a starting gun.

I snapped the reigns, making the horse start running at a slow speed. I had created a stratagy of my race. I would stay ten paces behind him until his horse would start to slow down, the using the stored energy I would speed up the pace, hopefully pulling ahead of him.

As expected he started at full speed, with me my ten paces behind. He looked back and smirked, with me returning one if my own. I noticed his horse slowing down a bit and I snapped the reigns again, causeing my horse to quicken his pace by far much more. I smiled seeing Spain's shocked expression when I passed him.

"How did you pass me?!" Spain asked once he had crossed the finish line.

"It just shows zhat she is far more skilled then you are at zhis sort of zhing, right Messy," Papa told him, giving me a smile.