You had decided to join he rest of the Axis for training today. You had always had a very good reason not to join in on training, but you were feeling lucky today.

You were on your third lap when Germany and Prussia jogged passed you. Germany turned around and yelled, "(C/N)! Pick up the pace!"

Scowling, you went into a full out sprint, passing Germany and Prussia. You heard Prussia snicker behind you so you assumed that you were doing a good job.

You made about half a lap before you felt your chest getting tight. The air seemed to not stop in your lungs and before you knew it you were gasping for air.

You knelt to the track, heaving and coughing. Germany sprinted over to you, "(C/N)! What's wrong?" You held up your hand, gesturing for him to wait a moment. You gasped for a few more seconds, until you finally fought your breath.

Collapsing onto your back, you looked up to the sky. Still slightly breathless, you said, "I-I have s-sports induced a-asthma."

Germany nodded slightly and lifted you up onto the sidelines, "You are permanently permitted to skip out on training."

Prussia groaned in the background, "West! How else are we gonna see (C/N) in short shorts?"

Your eyes glinted, "I may not be able to run, but remember that my aim is better than Switzerland's."

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now before anyone gives me some bullshit about romanticizing an illness just be aware that I'm like 99.9% sure that I have sports induced asthma so yeah