You could feel the heat radiating off your cheeks, as you tried to keep up with the beat of the song that you were listening to. Your breath came out in short, heavy pants, but you still pushed yourself, tried to keep on going.
Because, if you didn't, you knew-
"[Name]! Don't slack! Keep on going!"
Yes. THAT would happen.
You turned around to see your German boyfriend jogging right behind you.
W-wait...wasn't he JUST in front of me? And why is he JOGGING, yet...faster than me?
Not being able to form coherent sentences, you just nodded.
"Just one more lap." He called, as he ran past, ignoring the baleful glares that you sent him behind his back.
Your eyes trailed him, following him across the track, until he came to a stop. Grabbing the nearest bottle of water, he drunk some and then poured some on to his face. The hair that he meticulously kept slicked back was falling on his face now, and you gritted your teeth.
Glancing quickly behind you, you noticed Kiku prodding Feliciano to keep on running. You sometimes wondered why you even trained with Ludwig. Sure, he was your boyfriend and all...but this sort of training was absolutely not worth it!
The way of training, that is. Not your relationship with Ludwig.
Almost half the track lay in front of you, but you just couldn't take it any longer. Slowing down to a walk, you breathed deeply, trying to regain you breath. You noticed Ludwig up ahead, as he used the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his face, giving you a glimpse of his perfect six-pack in the process.
Why did he have to be so damn perfect?
By now, regaining your breath, as you walked up behind him, Ludwig turned around, and observed you, walking up like you were out on an evening stroll.
"[Name]..." he started. "...did you run the last lap?"
"Nope." You replied, smiling. It was time to make him as mad as he'd been making you for the last few minutes.
He sighed, and ran his hand through this hair in a vain effort to slick it back. "[Name]...I thought I'd told you this if you don't listen to me, then how can I set an example for the rest?"
You shrugged. "Damn, Ludwig, I swear I'm like, half-dead!"
"Well, next time, two extra laps." He replied, becoming serious all of a sudden. You could hear Feliciano whining from behind you, and Kiku muttering something.
Oh, so this was the case...
Waiting till you were sure that Kiku and Feliciano were within hearing range, you exclaimed as loudly as you could, and then walked off.
"Ludwig - just you be expecting anything from me tonight!"
Cue a confused Italian, a surprised Japanese and a very embarrassed German.