Good evening! Welcome to the sequel to my one-shot, Payback. Now, I came across this idea during 12th period history. We were supposed to be working on a group project in the computer lab, but the previous class left on live feed of the Olympics. Then I heard about the joke about the USA vs. Canada match, and this thought child was born. Enjoy!

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(I don't own.)

I sat in the locker room, pulling on my gear. It was the 16th day of the 2014 winter Olympics, and I was rather excited. Tonight, I would be facing America in ice hockey. We had both decided to play on our teams, which made the match even more exciting. The rest of my team was already out in the box, listening to the game plan.

As I pull on my jersey, the door opens behind me and in walks my brother.

"Hey dude. I have a deal for you." His voice is calm, but he looks tense. Who wouldn't be?

"What kind of deal?" I ask in response.

"Losing country in tonight's match, keeps Justin Bieber." I can hear the smirk in his voice. He'd never seen me play hockey for real before. I had never gone to the winter Olympics as part of the hockey team before. He honestly thought he could win. I smirk in reply.

"Game on." I finish lacing my skates and head out to the box. The coach is going over strategy. He warns us that the other team's goalie also is a forward, so they may swap him out. I nod, and coach beckons me over. He reminds me that I will be playing goalie for the first and last parts of the game, but I will forward for the remainder. I nod again, and it's game time. We skate out onto the ice, and I take my place as the goalie. I can see my brother getting into position as a forward.

The puck is dropped, and the game begins. I instantly start following the puck with my eyes. Nothing much happens while I'm goalie. Then, it's time to swap out, and I skate to the center. Across the ice, I see my brother getting in as the goalie. The second the puck is dropped, I'm out of there, skating at full speed, keeping the puck away from the American team. Time passes, the puck moving between teams. Then my teammate passes me the puck and I'm off. I dodge multiple players and shoot. I watch as the puck sails through the air, as my brother lunges to catch it, as the puck sails right past his head, into the net.

The crowd erupts into cheers. Goal one for Canada. My brother stares at me as if he had just met me, and I smirk at him, as he did so many times in baseball. The buzzer sounds and I once again take my place in front of the goal. I block a few shots, then I see it. My brother has the puck, and is barreling towards me. He shoots, and my mind blanks. I come back to life, with the puck in my hand, the buzzer going off, and my team mobbing me. We won.

As we start a victory lap around the ice, I see my brother pull off his helmet and glare at me.

"Sorry Alfred! Looks like you're keeping him!" I call, then I skate off to join my teammates.