For crouchie28:

Brazil had been doing great so far in the World Cup. You topped the charts as top goal scorer of the World Cup so far and you were listed as #6 for number of assists. Brazil had successfully left the group stage at head of the pack with goal differential. In between games, you had been talking with Neymar. He hadn't stayed in Canada and went back to Brazil. You two texted back and forth for hours until you had to leave for training or get much needed rest.

Brazil had successfully catapulted past the round of sixteen and the quarter finals, having avoided any penalty shootouts so far. Now you stood at the end of the group, breathing in and out slowly. It was the quarter finals and now was your time to pull Brazil ahead. You glanced to the left, staring distastefully at the German flag next to you.

You didn't hate the Germans per say, you just hated how they had humiliated your country on your home turf. The memory of national shame forever engraved in your mind, you focused in front of you. You knew that these Germans were good, great even. They topped the standings in FIFA Ranking prior to the World Cup. And like you, they had little problem making it to the semi-finals.

They were tall, huge even. You weren't the tallest player on your team but you weren't short either. These women, however, towered over you. Sighing to yourself again, you walked out of the tunnel, following your teammates. Linking arms, you sang your national anthem loudly and proudly with your teammates and supporters in the crowd. The German national anthem played.

You tuned out the harsh words and focused on the game ahead of you. The teams broke apart to set up for the game. You walked to the center of the field, standing directly behind the ball. Locking eyes with the woman in front of you, a sense of national pride coursed through your veins. "For my country," you spat as the whistle blew.

You passed the ball forward and the game begun. Your teammates played with the same determination you did, to restore your nation's pride. The Brazilian flags in the crowd made you smile. The first half consisted of rough housing from both sides, both trying to get an edge on the other. You had taken a shot on goal. The keeper had batted it away.

You growled to yourself as the half ended in a bitter draw. Walking back down to the locker room, you sucked water down greedily. Your coach congratulated you guys before firing you up. You were pumped up. Retaking the field, you looked over at the German side. They looked as determined as you were. They too were playing for national pride.

Two world cup wins back to back for the Germans would be astounding and their woman looked as intent as their men did to win. You stood outside the circle, waiting for the game to restart. The refs retook the field. The whistle blew and the Germans retained the ball. You ran forward, challenging a German for the ball. She passed it back and you continued to run after the ball. The keeper got the ball and punted it out of their half. You watched as your defense took on the Germans.

They repelled them for now but the Germans continued to press. A German found an opening and shot the ball towards your goal. You watched despairingly as the ball entered the net. The German side exploded in cheers, their liveliness not able to overpower your newfound gloominess. You swore in Portuguese, kicking the ground angrily. You restarted play only to have the Germans score once again five minutes later. They cheered again as you stood at half field, unable to do anything. You cursed again, seeing the despairing faces of your teammates around you. You looked desperately around at the crowd.

The Brazilian supporters had lowered their flags and they seemed to be bracing for the worst again. You growled to yourself. They would not humiliate you once again, they would not do that to your country. You continued looking at the crowd, one person in particular sticking out to you. Neymar smiled sadly at you from the stands. He gave you a thumbs up.

You stared at him. He mouthed two words to you: "I believe." You nodded, not knowing if he saw the slight inclination of your head or not. That was the only motivation you needed. If he could have hope, so could you. You kicked the ball to your teammate. She passed it back. You sprinted to get open. "Here!" you shouted. She passed the ball to you. "Move forward!"

Your teammates seemed to regain their confidence as you dribbled past a German midfielder. You passed the ball back and forth with your teammates, approaching the box fast. You broke from formation and ran towards the corner, a defender running to cut you off. Taking a chance, you spun and kicked the ball towards the net. It would not have gone in, had it not been for your now freed up teammate. She headed the ball into the German goal.

You didn't have time to celebrate, however. The Brazilian crowd once again waved their flags, hope in their eyes. You glanced over at Neymar who merely nodded. You nodded back and set up for the German offensive. The Germans retaliated but Brazil held them fast. You intercepted a pass and charged down the field. Pulling on energy you didn't know you had, you sprinted as fast as you had ever run before.

You flew past defenders and from just outside the box, delivered a shot. The keeper dove to the left. The ball bounced off the crossbar and entered the net. You shook your fist in the air before grabbing the ball from the net. You teammates clapped your back before resetting quickly. Five minutes remained until added time. Could Brazil do it? You were sure that you could.

The Germans, now furious that their lead had been stolen from them, charged forward. Although they were bigger, your fellow Brazilians were faster. Stealing the ball back, you surged forward. The German side looked genuinely horrified as they saw the yellow shirts charge down the field. You passed the ball to your teammate who headed it towards the goal, bouncing off the post. Luckily, another teammate stood right there and tucked it into the net.

You cheered loudly as you all piled on top of her. The Germans wanted a quick restart and the ref warned you guys to cut your celebration short. You reset, waiting for the Germans to retaliate. Three minutes of added time were awarded. "Defense!" you echoed to your teammates. You were originally know a striker but you would run all the way back to the goal line if it meant that your country won.

The Germans surged forward, but you guys countered cleanly. You followed the runner back into your half, trying to put as much space in between the ball and the goal. She grew frustrated that you had followed her around and tried to knock you away with her shoulder. You, just as hungry to keep the ball away from the goal as she was to place it in the net, pushed back.

You both went for the ball and ended up locking ankles. You both fell down as the ref's whistle blew. You looked up anxiously at the clock. One minute left. The Germans were awarded a free kick, which you disagreed with, and took it quickly. You jumped into the air, trying to stop the ball. The ball sailed over your head but didn't enter your goal box. Your goalie grabbed the ball in her hands after a desperate attempt by the Germans. As she kicked it up the field, the game ended. You cheered with your teammates. You were going to the finals! You all piled on top of each other basking in the glory. You had won back glory for Brazil. You were interviewed by numerous people before you walked back towards the locker room. A certain individual leaned against the wall next to the door to the bathroom.

"Funny seeing you here," he smirked. You ignored his comment and walked straight up to him. Smashing your lips you his, you pulled back after a moment to gauge his reaction. "What was that for?"

"Motivating me," you replied.

"Well I didn't saw stop," he winked. You smirked and reconnected your lips.

A.N. Sorry if this is offensive to Germans, it's not supposed to be. I have nothing against Germans and wish them good luck in the World Cup.