Alice: Wow, so this is gonna be a giant group of one-shots on pairs I support, and maybe if you REVIEW cough cough, you might get a one shot about YOUR fave pair!
Romano: Way to try to bribe the few readers you have…
Alice: Say what you will, I know you wear Spain's shirts to bed when he's not home!
Spain: Oh, Lovi! That's so cute! Come here, my love!
Romano: YOU BITCH, NOOOO- (get's picked up by Spain and carried to bed)
Alice: You can thank me later! 3
America: Alice doesn't own Hetalia!
Alice: Thank you Daddy America! (Lol yah, I'm American)
America: Huh? Iggy did we have a kid?
Alice: (face palm) gonna get this going…
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(FrAnada, France, Canada)
France disliked hockey. Very much so. But it made his boyfriend happy. And a happy Matthew makes a happy Francis.
"A-are you sure? You don't have to come. I know you don't love hockey, and you probably have something better to do-"
"Non! What kind of boyfriend would I be if I missed your championship game? I'll be there in just a moment!"
And with that, Francis hung up, getting in his car to pick up his little Canadian. A few radio songs and car horns later, he was knocking on the door of the blonde.
"Matthew! Etes-vous tous ensemble?" (Are you all set?)
There was some stumbling heard within the door, and it was suddenly yanked open by Matthew… In a skin tight under armor shirt, Francis noticed. He turned on some music in the car, and put Mattie's bag and stick in the back, and they were off.
"Francis?"
Matthew twiddled his fingers.
"Oui, mon cher?"
"I'm really happy you're coming."
Matthew blushed as he turned to give the driver a kiss on the cheek. The only abnormal thing was that Francis was blushing as well. Usually Matthew wasn't one to admit his feelings without stuttering. Unless, of course they were in bed. Where Mattie wouldn't hesitate to call his name, and say how much he loved him! (But I digress)
"Why thank you, I'm glad to be coming as well"
France moved one of his hands to hold the Canadian's. They were content all the way to the rink. When the car stopped in the parking lot, Matthew got his bag and stick, and was about to walk to the locker rooms when he was stopped.
"Don't I get to give you a good luck kiss?"
Francis grinned; Matthew blushed again, but received a kiss nonetheless (A long one I might add).
As Francis took his seat, the loud speakers bellowed the player's names to the crowd as the high school boys skated out. Most of them Francis could name from his and Mattie's school, but the other team just looked big, scary, and nameless. The game started. Matthew was number 13, (That's my lucky number!) a low number probably due to the fact that he was just so thin. Francis always told him he needed to eat more, but it just didn't change anything. Luckily, his lightness gave him extra speed on the ice. He really was good at hockey. Francis had been to a few games, but between tutoring French, and looking at colleges (he was a junior, Matthew's a sophomore), he just couldn't make it to most of them. Matthew never complained, he just filled him in on the scores afterwards, a smile gracing his pleasant face the whole time. Francis looked up just as Matthew got the puck. He didn't want to embarrass the boy, so he kept quiet. As he slid down to the goal, maneuvering the puck swiftly in and out, it looked like he was going to shoot, but he passed it to another boy, and it was shot in.
'Just like him,'
Thought Francis,
'Never taking the glory for himself.'
The game continued, and the score was 24 to 7 in no time, Matthew's team taking the lead. It was after their next goal that Gilbert got into a scuffle with a big Russian player on the other team, they began pushing each other around into the wall while the referee wasn't looking. Matthew skated over, and he pulled Gilbert away.
"Come one Gil, it's just a game."
Gil huffed, and turned away. Matthew looked between the two.
"Look, let's not get upset-"
"Shut up, you freakin' pansy!" The Russian boy yelled at him, and the next play was already going on.
Francis was somewhat uninterested in the whole idea of smashing each other into walls, trying to score a goal, but seeing Matthew glide on the ice made him think they should go ice-skating in the winter more often. Of course they would be in Paris, his home. Canada was just way too cold in the winter, even though Matthew didn't seem to mind.
'I wonder if he would spend Christmas with me in France?'
Francis looked up Just in time to see the Russian boy closing in on Matthew with the puck. He didn't even have time to blink, before he was body slammed into the wall, his helmet flew off, and his head met the boy's lifted stick, before he even hit the ice. A whistle blew somewhere, but Francis was too busy running to the front of the seats to make sure his Mattie was okay.
"Matthew!"
Blood was starting to pool around the ice, most likely from the bashing his nose received. The Russian boy was given a red card and sent off the ice while Matthew was put in an ambulance, Francis accompanied him of course. During the ride to the hospital, Matthew opened his eyes under Francis's worrying face.
"Oh! Are you alright mon chaton?"
Matthew couldn't really see without his glasses, but he knew it was Francis. Everything felt heavy, and he couldn't think straight.
"Where are we?"
Francis sighed, Matthew was talking, that was good.
"You are on your way to the hospital. That naughty Russian boy should be put away for doing this to you!"
Matthew was struggling to hear the words; his head was hurting so badly. But one question burned in his scrambled mind.
"Did… Did we win?"
Francis paused, then he laughed.
"Well there were only a few minutes left in the game, but I can call Gilbert for you later okay?"
Matthew nodded, but that only made his head hurt again, so he closed his eyes and succumbed to the sleep he craved.
.. … ….
Francis was sitting in the waiting room when he was called in.
"Matthew Williams?"
"Yes, which room?"
"Room number 113 on the left."
"Ah, Merci!"
He ran down the hall, and into the room where Matthew was lying down.
"Oh, look at you! How are you feeling, any better?"
Matthew had a bandage around his head, as well as a small one on his nose, there were also a few broken ribs, but he didn't pay much attention to them.
"Yes, I'm fine! Just a little dizzy is all!"
"Are you sure? You don't need the doctor to come in? Oh, don't scare me like that again!"
Matthew smiled, usually he was the one worrying over his boyfriend, but the roles were switched this time. Not that there was anything to worry about. He reached up and put a hand on Francis's cheek, guiding him down, and cutting off his babbling with a kiss. Francis's eyes widened, but closed as he took control of their heated lip-lock. He began to nibble on Matthew lip, asking for entrance, and it was given. They pulled away panting before things got too serious. Matthew's face was bright red as he breathed. Francis chuckled.
"You are as red as a rose mon petit Mathieu. I love you."
"I-I love you too. Thanks for coming to the game."
They both smiled at each other, but then a doctor came in to run some tests.
"You don't have to stay the night Francis!"
Matthew felt fine save for a few aches and bruises, but Francis looked tired and disheveled.
"Nonsense, I'll just have Gilbert stop by with some clothes for you and I tomorrow, although I can't say I hate seeing you in a backless hospital gown…"
Matthew's face was painted pink once again as Francis leaned over to peck him on the lips. But was forced to stay over when Matthew wrapped his arms around his neck.
"Mathieu?"
"If you're going to stay, can you stay in a bed with me?"
Francis sighed happily, and crawled into the bed with his favorite Canadian. He wrapped his arms around Matthew's waist, and Mattie put his head into the crook of Francis's neck. They slept the whole night peacefully.
That is, until Alfred showed up with Arthur in tow the next morning…
THE END…
Alice yah, so I can ship almost any pair for you if u wants it, I am even planning on doing some brotherly one-shots.
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