It's a long title right? xP

Anyways, this is my first erm...Hetalia series couple thing...going on here. I was inspired by the the junior hockey world tourney of this year. It was embarrassing for the hockey lovers, but there was still some shame felt by the non hockey lovers such as I. Though i do admit I didnt really give a damn all that much XD

Regardless, there are somethings I now I have wrong in here just like there are things I know I are right. Some of said things have a * next to them where I bascically talk about them at the bottom...there like erm...bottom page notes? Does that make sense? Damn I,m too french XD (I do tend to brag about that a lot since my english is flawless...(not really)...)

Anyways, I shut up now! So enjoy the story please, and if there are things that I got wrong that dont have a * next to it, please tell me so I can go fix it ^^

Betting and Gambling are the same, they're both bad

Chapter 1

World junior hockey league championship.

Canada had been looking forward for this for a while now. Even though it wasn't his national sport*, Canada was still recognized as a highly skilled man when it came to hockey. So far, the world tournament had gone well, he played against skilled nations such as his brother, America, and Sweden. All though he did still manage to make it into the finals where he would play against Russia.

Russia had always been one hell of a rival when it came to the tournaments, he was a very skilful player and all which Canada respected. The only problem was that every time he went up against the communist country in the finals, his brother, America, would turn the fun loving sport of hockey into a battle field of clashing political thinking, communism* vs. democracy/capitalism. Canada expected that again, it would turn out the same way just like all the other times.

The Canadian was now changing in his locker room, he had just taken a shower and was beginning to dress himself when his brother flooded the locker room with his previous victory. Canada hurried to pull some boxers on before his parts were to be revealed to his brother.

Canada blushed and frowned at his brother. "You could have at least knocked, Al!" Canada schooled. "I was naked a few seconds ago…"

"You kinda still are…" America pointed out, "But that's besides the point! You're in the finals, bro!"

Canada smirked proudly as America put his arm around his shoulder and continued to praise his brother which he practically never did, though it was normal when Canada demonstrated his skills in hockey. Soon enough America stopped praising him and started to talk about the next game he would have to play on Wednesday against Russia.

"You're going to kill that communist bastard!" America found himself repeating almost constantly. "That'll show him about the power of capitalism!"

"I'm democratic." Canada reminded.

"And democracy!" America hurried to correct himself.

Canada smiled at his brother hiding his disappointment from his brother's words. How the younger blonde craved to tell his brother that he only wanted to have fun and not think that if he ever lost that communism would be proven superior to democracy or capitalism.

Just as Canada slipped on his white t-shirt, the locker room door opened anew and in came Russia. America immediately interrupted his sentence to glare at the Russian male. "The hell do you want!" he hissed.

Russia walked pass America simply pretending he wasn't there. "I saw your game, Matvey. Congratulations, I look forward to our match." Russia said smiling creepy, like always, as he praised Canada.

"Hey, don't ignore-"

"Thanks." Canada said, cutting off his brother. "I wont go easy on you just because you're complementing me."

"Damn, and I thought it would work." Russia said grinning, which made Canada smirk in return.

America jumped in between the two. "Hey! Why are you even talking to Mattie, you stupid commune!" America hissed.

"Just came for a friendly chat." Russia answered.

"Bull! You probably came over to wound Mattie or something so he couldn't play against you in the finals."

"Now why would I do that, da?" Russia asked.

"Cause you know Mattie's gonna kick your ass!"

Canada sighed, Here it comes… he thought.

"I don't like to brag but I think I might have a chance against Matvey." Russia contradicted.

And then Al says…Canada thought disappointedly.

"Yea right! Matt's a pro! He'll beat you just like all of the other times!"

"Erm…Al, he did beat me a few times in the past…" Canada said feeling the need to but in.

Even so, Canada was ignored. Again. "Het, I think I might win this time." Russia continued.

"Care to make a bet out of that?" America asked smirking.

Canada was surprised. This is new. He thought.

"Da, why not?" Russia smiled sinisterly.

"All right, if we win, you become capitalist." America said crossing his arms over his chest.

"And if I win…I want Matvey to become one with me."

Canada jolted. No way, he didn't want that but Alfred might be too stupid to realise that. "Al! I swear if-"

"Relax, Mattie. I'm not that stupid!" America said cutting off his brother as revenge for when he was cut off. "I wont make that bet, it's too much to lose."

"How about just for a week, da?" Russia suggested.

No way! You tell him Al! Canada thought.

"Sure."

What the hell Al! Canada hissed in his head as he glared daggers at his brother.

The two long time enemies shook hands on it and Russia left immediately after. Canada then blew up. "What the hell Alfred! Why did you make that deal!"

"Relax bro." America said calmly. "You're a pro! You wont lose this!"

"Why am I involved in your stupid bet!"

"Well you are playing against Russia." America stated. "Besides, it's just a week."

I freaking hate you…Canada hissed.

Wednesday came fast.* Too fast. Needless to say that the Canadian felt insanely stressed out. He liked being democratic and free, but if he lost this very game, he would be stuck being communist for a week. Even if it was just a week, the idea repulsed him.

He had a hard time getting to the hockey rink. This was all happening because of his brother. How he hated him at the moment. Canada wished not to see America's face the whole time but unfortunately, the American had been waiting for him to arrive. The second Canada got out of his car America started blabbing about possible tactics he could use against Russia, he also encouraged him here and there and tried his best to convince him that he wasn't going to lose. All though Canada remained angry, America was helping. The blonde Canadian started to feel confident in his hockey skills again. Slowly t the idea of him winning against Russia had built up in his head and motivated him and before he knew it he was on the ice, face to face with Russia.

Russia smiled. "Good luck, Matvey."

"Y-yea…"

The puck was dropped on the ice as the referee's whistle blew. Both players battled for the puck as the crowd roared in encouragement. The game was going well for Canada, so far he had scored three goals while Russia had scored none. There had been a break where Canada had the opportunity to go back to his seat greeted by his brother.

"You're owning him Mattie!" America said as he gave his brother a water bottle.

Canada smiled and thanked his brother. Things were going well, too well… but Canada didn't care. At this rate he was going to win and he knew it.

"Look at him over there!" America said looking across the arena to Russia. He was being pampered by his sisters, Ukraine and Belarus. "He's probably thinking of getting them to convince me to call quits on the bet!"

Canada looked over silently. A feeling of doubt started to grow in his mind but was soon extinguished by America's enthusiasm.

Russia took a seat on his bench, Ukraine hurried to his side giving his a water bottle and a hug. Belarus walked over and passed her beloved brother a towel.

"Don't worry Ivan! You'll catch up! I know it!" She cried squeezing him in her arms.

Belarus looked over calmly at her brother. "Brother…" she said.

"Da?"

"Are you going to start winning now?" She asked.

"N-Natalia! Your brother's trying very hard!"

"Big sis." Russia imposed. "Seeing you were good friends with Canada, I didn't want to tell you but now there's no way it'll ruin my plan."

"E-eh?" Ukraine asked confused.

"I was loosing on purpose." Russia stated before he began explaining. "I figured if I did so then I wouldn't have to be worried about my opponents wanting to cancel the bet I had going on."

"Bet?"

"My prize would be…het, will be Matvey."

To Be Continued.

* Canada's national sport: I don't care what the fuck you say but hockey is not Canada's national sport. Go look it up, the national sport of Canada is La cross. (GEEZUS! I'm aggressive D: )

* Communism referring to Russia (obviously) but I am full aware that Russia is no longer communist (not just cause I went to look it up to make sure…) but just pretend like it doesn't take place in 2011

* I didn't bother to go look up the time lap between Canada's last game before the finals up to the finals XD So I'm gunna assume there were only a few days.

One more thing before it's actually over, I know this might be useless and most might think of it as stupid but it's a just in case thing. For the Russian words I used, they were only two and what they mean is quite obvious but just in case. Het means no and Da means yes.