Author's Note-*looks as she pushes Pandemonium Crusade down the line once again* Blame the plot bunnies~ This one hopped into my head when I was reading someone else's fic actually. And I'd totally name it except for the fact that I forgot which one it was. T_T I fail I know. So this is going to be a series of hockey drabbles/one-shots. Pretty much expect them all to have Canada in them…winning. 8DDD Though, of course, I do have an idea for a Flames/Oilers one, so I'm planning out a Calgary and an Edmonton OC. Any suggestions you guys wanna throw at me? Also I've enabled anonymous reviews!
Nick of Time
Sure, they were in a world meeting right now, but like that mattered. France, England, and America were all arguing anyways, leaving two nations going unnoticed in front of a television. Which was a miracle in itself, considering all of the racket they were making.
"Come on! Tie it up! Merde!" The blonde hollered at the screen shaking, his fist in the air. The usually invisible nation was red in the face; time spent yelling at the TV and yelling a certain Russian leaving him breathless.
"Well, Comrade Matvey, looks like this game is going to be mine da?" The Russian smiled, his child-like features carrying a menacing aura as he watched the Canadian sweat. There was less than two minutes left in the game and the winner would continue on to the gold medal match against Sweden. Their game had been previous to this one, with the Swedes beating Slovakia 5-3.
"Oh hell no! Just wait! My team's gonna come back and kick your team's deierre!" Matthew was now standing, pointing a finger at a "kolkolkoling" Russia. It was at this time that other nations began to notice the two rivals, pretty much all of them except Alfred and Francis wondering who the enraged blonde was. Canada had a streak going on this, he couldn't just lose.
With an exasperated Germany stood up, running his hand through his hair. He glared daggers at the trio of squabbling countries he had just broken up before looking towards the corner of the room that the TV occupied. "HEY! This is a world meeting so pay atten-"
The extremely loud German was cut off by the even louder sound of a shrieking, hollering Canadian. "Oh mon Dieu!" He did! Ahahahaha! Five seconds left on the clock and they SCORE! HELL YES! Woot!" Matthew turned around, hugging a shocked Prussia that had been coming up behind him to shut him up. No one went and disturb on of his awesome naps and got away with it. He twirled the large man around the promptly dropped him on the ground. "We're not out of this game yet!" yelled the Canadian; a smug looked sent right towards to glowering Russian, who only grunted in response. "It's still not over yet, Comrade." The last word squirmed out, coated in venom.
Now, most nations at this moment would've been scared shitless, but Matthew returned the Russian a haughty grin. He took a sip of the beer he'd managed not to spill during this ordeal, because you know what? Canadians do not. Spill. Beer. And of course he wasn't watching this game without on. The Russian himself was nursing a bottle vodka. The other nations couldn't help but realize how much the two Northern nations had gotten away with this meeting.
Ludwig moved forward, intending to end what he thought was foolishness and not pure patriotic pride mixed in with a long-lasting rivalry. Right before his and managed to the power button, it was roughly grabbed by Ivan. He jerked the man back, impatient for the overtime to start. He swore at the German in Russian, adding in a death threat here and there for if he tried to touch the TV again.
"Hey Ludwig, I wouldn't try that again if I were you. That's like signing a death wish." The American chuckled, pulling up a seat alongside his twin. Sure he was still bitter about his team losing the quarterfinals, but that didn't mean he wouldn't cheer on his little brother (especially if it meant going against that Commie bastard).
Soon the whole meeting had turned into everyone drinking beer and waiting for over time to start. Most of the support was on Canada's side, but Russia still had some support from the likes of his sisters and the Baltics. Overtime was tense, neither team managing to score on the other.
"Oh crap, shootouts." The words left Alfred's mouth as he turned to look at the two cold nations, both looking ready to snap the other in half. This was the most important tournament in the two countries' rivalry. Hell, it was so big they were practically the reason why fighting wasn't allowed in the IIHF.
Everyone's attention was turned to the screen, even the countries that didn't even care about hockey were memorized by the air of competition that had ensnared the room. Canada was taking the first shot. Jordan Eberle, the one that had gotten them to this point in the game was at the line.
He started his skate. Once he got close enough the Russian goalie's stick came out and he gracefully maneuvered the puck around it. A quick back-hand got the shot in. Canada shouted while all of the other countries moved away from Russia, whose dark aura had expanded, but seemingly had no effect on the Canadian.
The Russian player took his shot net; he had a great control coming down the ice. Too bad for him, he hit the post. Everyone but Matthew once again continued to move away from Ivan. "Tavares is up next." Matthew said quietly, but it didn't stop excitement from leaking into his voice.
Number 19 made his made along the ice, shooting it in on the same side as Eberle, but this time it was a left handed shot. Matthew jumped up ecstatic. "One more miss and I win Ivan," he said with a sneer on his lips. The Russian man's child-like smile flashed across his face as he automatically reached for his pipe.
The second Russian shooter quickly made his way down the ice, going faster than all of the others. His shot bounced of the pads of the Canadian goalie. The younger blonde roared with excitement. "HELL YES! TAKE THAT BITCHES!" Needless to say he left most of the countries in the room shocked at his outburst. Though, they were more shocked way he continued to taunt Ivan (Gilbert himself was honestly turned on.) The day was finished off with Sweden being more than alittle intimidated by the Canadian and wondering what the hell was going to happen two days from now when his team would face the Canadians in the gold medal match.
AN- Sorry that I only put in two names, I'm currently to lazy to look up the names of the Russians and the goalie I'm also to lazy to read over it at the moment, so there'll be a lot of mistakes XDDDD