Prompt# 221- Teammates - Challenges- Tekia - APHetalia

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Title: Challenges
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Prompt: Teammates
Warnings: I fail at writing fan fiction, so don’t read this. J
Rating: G
Summary: Peter always was a trickster.
Peter watched the men tip over the dike. They were flying, he thought. They defied gravity and soared over the dike and landed with stumbling steps. There was a smattering of clapping and then the next man was set up to go.
Peter scowled and eyed the pole leaning heavily against the ramp and thought that it couldn’t be that hard to do. Run. Jump. Climb. Land.
His hands itched and he felt his feet tap impatiently on the ground. He wanted to do what they were doing, playing at being dangerous and all that. Then his eyes landed on something that made him grin wickedly. He shoved his hands into his pockets and strolled over to the knot of men cheering the latest contestant. He paused next to his elder brother and stood, rocking on his feet.
“Have you thought about giving it a go?”
Arthur glanced down at Peter and arched one brow. “More than thought about it. I’ve done it many times before.”
Peter snorted and moved to fold his arms behind his head. “Before. When you were young.”
Instantly, those brows were lowered in a most familiar glare. He didn’t say anything, though, so Peter wrinkled his nose and tried to see past the men to see the next jumper. He executed his jump perfectly and landed with his arms up amid the cheers.
“Yeah, you’d just fall on the landing,” he said, loving the way Arthur tensed beside him. “Probably break a leg. I heard that old people have delicate bones.”
Arthur was all but trembling in anger now and Peter pressed on. “You probably hadn’t done this for ages. You probably wouldn’t even make it up the pole.” He made a little person with his fingers and showed Arthur just how he would fall from the pole to the muddy, slimy water in the dike. “Or,” he said with a shrug, “you won’t even grab the pole.” He laughed at the image of Arthur missing the pole completely and splashing into the cold water. “Then what would your teammates think of you, old man? They’d never let you near their competition again. You’d really be the silent partner, wouldn’t you?”
Arthur huffed and marched through the crowd and to the line of jumpers. Peter just about fell over, so overcome with silent laughter he was. Arthur’s jacket was tossed aside and his shirtsleeves were rolled up as he toed off his nice shoes.
Peter shoved his way to the front of the crowd, cheering along with the rest as they encouraged Arthur to make a complete fool of himself. Just to prove that he wasn’t old. Which he was.
He rubbed his hands together and pranced in place to warm up. His hair was being whipped around his head by the wind and his eyes were bright with excitement. Figures that the man would truly enjoy this type of game. Silly and foolish and senseless.
Arthur began his run and reached for the pole as his feet left the ramp. He wriggled up the slim length and sailed over the dike. He landed with a stumble and fell forward a few paces to gather his balance, but he’d done it.
Peter clapped and cheered with the rest. He ran up to Arthur as the man returned to their side of the dike. “I want to do it, too.” He jumped up and down, “Let me have a go.”
Arthur concentrated on unrolling his shirtsleeves.
“Do you think that you’d better than this old man?”
“Of course. I can do everything you can do, only better. It’s easy. Give me a turn.”
Arthur stared at him for a long moment, then turned toward the ramp. He held out his hand. “I don’t see why not. It’s quite an experience.”
Giddy, Peter raced up to the queue and the men let him have his place in line. Peter copied Arthur’s preparations, then raced down the ramp. He reached for the pole propped up and ready for him. The wood was heavy and smooth under his hands, and it moved far more quickly than he thought it would. He flew, just like the others had, but then he didn’t know what to do. The pole was standing upright now and he couldn’t make it move forward. He was just hovering in midair and then it was too much.
His hands slipped free and he fell with a splash in the dike’s water. He gasped and shouted as he was suddenly chilled to the bone. He emerged from the water, covered in slim and mud and coughing harshly.
He heard laughter and glared up at the men. At Arthur. His older brother wasn’t outright laughing, but there was that smirk Peter knew so well.
He ripped wet, stringy grass, mud and all, and threw it at Arthur’s head.