Hetalia x Reader: Olympics- Weightlifting

You stood behind your boyfriend, Alfred, as he prepared to compete in the annual Olympics.

"You are totally going to rock this!" You rubbed his shoulders as he put on gloves. "Weightlifting is your game!"

"Dude, I know man. It'll all be because you'll be there!" Alfred turned around to look at you.

"Awww that's so sweet, but don't get too cocky! Here, put these on." You handed him knee pads which he took and put on with ease.

"I'm not cocky! I'm just awesome." He looked at you with a goofy grin on his face, like he'd just ordered himself a Big-Mac.

"We'll good luck out there!" You encouraged, for it was time for Alfred to take his place in the arena. "You know I'll be in the audience!"

"Alright, I'll look for you, babe." Your boyfriend gave you a quick kiss, then the two of you parted ways.

~

You took your seat in the one of the front rows of the audience and awaited the start of the event.   There was a mat on the floor and a barbell along with weight plates.  Soon enough, the competitors made their entrance.  You caught eye with Alfred, as he did you, as grinned and winked.

Alfred went first, and took position on the large mat centered in the area.  He cracked his neck and stretched his fingers,as the crowd went dead silent.

The first lift in the completion was the Snatch, then after all the competitors completed the Snatch, they were to take stage once again to do the Clean and Jerk, and to be judged on performance.

Alfred grasped the barbell weighed down with many plates, and slowly began to lift it.  He bent down and hoisted the barbell over his head and behind it, and squatted.  Now Alfred was in a perfectly executed Snatch position that wowed the audience.  After seconds of holding it, he threw the object down as the crowd cheered.

All the competitors completed the Snatch, and now it was Alfred's turn to take center-stage once again.   This time he prepared to do the second lifting technique, the Clean and Jerk.

Taking the same position as before, the American placed his fingers on the barbell, and hoisted it up, same as before.  This time, though, he took a different stance.  Holding the barbell high above his head, he placed is legs in a stepping position, staying in place for multiple seconds.  After those seconds passed, just as earlier, Alfred threw the barbell down, as the crowd went wild.  He looked at you, winking once again as you gave him a thumbs up.

The other competitors took their turns, then it was time to announce the winners.  "The Winners are..." The announcer spoke.  Bronze...Silver... "The Gold Medalist winner is.... Alfred F. Jones!"

Smiling wide and proud, Alfred accepted his medal, waving it wildly in the air.

~

Afterwards, you met Alfred in a place for competitors and their family.  You ran up to him and gave him a giant hug.  Out of his excitement, he picked you up and spun you around.

"I knew you could win, Al!" You laughed as he put you on the ground.

"Yeah, it was because you were there! Love you, babe."  He pulled you in for a kiss and he happily wrapped his arms around you.

"Love you too, Alfred." You replied hugging him again.

"Oh and, ______." Alfred let go of you, looking you straight in the eye.

"What?"

He curved his arm so you could see his ripped muscles, grinning like a maniac.

"These muscles are for you, babe!"