Olympic Fever
Unfortunate Fortunes
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My numbers were off by one. I'll be fixing that soon.
So after watching the Olympics openings last night, my mind was fuelled with so many little ideas for some Olympic themed ficlets. I have no idea how many there will be in total. So far there are four for sure and it all depends of what happens during the games.
Do enjoy, AND MAY THE BEST ATHLETES WIN!
Disclaimer: I should be really working on my University applications… once I finish this!
Olympic Fever
Unfortunate Fortunes
Gilbert was currently stirring in a teaspoon of honey into a cup of tea, upon Arthur's request. It wasn't for either of them, but more for a third person, whom they both cared for very much. Matthew was currently sitting at his chair, next to his brother and was trying to get calmed down by both Francis and Alfred. For the past couple of days, the young nation was tense, but things got worse a few hours ago.
The Olympics started today and Matthew, being the perfectionist that he was, was going crazy. When he woke up that morning, he looked over the day planner so many times that Prussia threatened to throw it out, if he glanced at it, one more time.
Canada quieted down a bit, when he visited the sites, but he freaked out when he found out the snow condition wasn't getting any better. The biggest blow came when they were on the way to the luge, bobsleigh and skeleton area. There were too many people running around the place and none looked particularly happy.
"Something happened." They took a step closer and Georgia came running towards them in tears. He lunged himself at Matthew and told them of the tragic news. Canada fainted. Luckily Prussia was there to catch him.
When he came to, the only things Matthew was able to say was that it was his fault.
"I should have made sure the tracks were secure. I knew something bad was going to happen. Gil, I have to cancel the games, this is a bad omen! If I don't, the ceremony will go badly and everything will be ruined." Prussia wanted to slap the Canadian out of it, but he knew it wouldn't accomplish anything. Instead, he tried to reason with the younger man and it worked, slightly; at least, until he heard the press conference and the news reports.
When Gilbert started getting tired of hearing Matthew go over his worries, he located Greece, who was invited to the games, as a special guest, and the older man explained to Canada that these were unfortunate things that happened and it wasn't his fault. Ultimately, the only thing that got him calm almost completely was when Georgia came to tell him he wasn't blaming Canada and they would remain in the games.
From there, Matthew was the perfect host and welcomed anyone and everyone he saw to his country. He shook hands with nations and people alike, until it was time to go inside. That was when the proverbial shit hit the fan.
"Gil, something's going to go wrong. This is too technical. We'll never pull it off. The air isn't right." Prussia sighed to himself. He was starting to wonder if it wouldn't have been better to stay at home and watch from the television, while Canada came to the games alone.
"Matt, you saw the practices, you've supervised some of the things, the building won't fall apart and everything will be fine." He handed his lover the cup of tea and the Canadian drank it without a word. Gilbert was amazed the effect it had on the man.
"Well, I'll be, you weren't kidding about this shit, Arthur, it worked." The Prussian told the English speaking nation.
"Of course it did, you daft fool. I did raise the boy after all. I think I would remember these things." The two of them glared at each other and just as Canada was about to fear they would start arguing, the announcements started and everyone cheered. This was it. He sat back in his seat and took Gilbert's hand in his own. Prussia squeezed back reassuringly and kissed the top of his head.
"They'll be awesome, I'm sure of it." Matthew gave him a small smile, before focusing his attention to the center of the stadium.
Throughout the openings, Matthew was relatively calm. He even managed to enjoy himself. He applauded when each country walked in, stood up when the Georgians walked in and generally enjoyed the parade. It filled him with pride to see so many skilled people in one stadium. Even though he knew most of what was going to happen, he was pleasantly surprised and awed by the First Nations welcoming presentations. It was bright and colourful and it certainly made things lively.
Prussia laughed a great deal when the Austrian's walked in and he commented that they looked as though they were wearing suits and ties. Austria commented back saying that at least he had a team. Gilbert remained quiet after that, while Roderich smiled victoriously.
Everyone oohed and awed at the vivid, brightly lid, vivacious, jaw dropping spectacle that happened afterwards. Québec was particularly smug when the autumn hymn came up; since he was sure it reflected his people and no one pestered him about it. British Columbia and her sisters were all pretty proud of themselves by the amazing visual display their people presented as well.
It finally seemed to Prussia that Canada was going to be able to relax, but when it was time for the lighting of the cauldron, he felt Matthew's hand grabbing on to his, quite tightly.
"Why's the cauldron not coming up?" He asked with dread.
"I don't know. I'm sure everything's under control." Prussia tried to reassure him.
"There's something wrong. The cauldron is supposed to be out by now. Look, the technicians are walkie-talking each other. There's something wrong for sure. If the cauldron does not come out; EVERYTHING IS RUINED!" He gripped Gilbert's hand so tightly the older man feared for a moment he would soon be one hand short.
"Relax lad, these technical problems happen all the time. Your technicians will sort everything out." Arthur told him, as he patted him on the back. Matthew was about to say something, but the commentators informed them there was indeed a technical problem. Gilbert was sure the Canadian was going to start hyperventilating, but instead he just gripped his hand even harder and dug his nails in Prussia's skin.
Finally, the pillars came out and everyone was quite impressed with the design of the cauldron and the way each athlete was able to light up part of the monument. But Matthew did not seem as enthused as the others.
"Why aren't you clapping?" Alfred asked from behind them.
"There's an arm missing! Each one of them was supposed to light up a part of it so their combined flames could light up the cauldron! It's ruined! I'm never going to live this down."
"Matt, snap out of it, please! You're giving me an un-awesome headache. The cauldron came out, the flame's lit, and the world did not explode, because part of the statue did not come out. Now, shut up and watch the end of the ceremony." Prussia pulled the younger man closer to him and kissed his cheek.
"Your openings were awesome. Everyone's gonna have P-O-S-I-T-I-V-E things to say about it. Relax, you did well." He added in a softer tone. Matthew gave him a microscopic smile and remained snuggled up to Prussia's side. He sighed to himself and watched as Mr. Gretzky was escorted to the exterior cauldron. He just hoped he wouldn't be mobbed by rabid mobs of fans or protesters.
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TO BE CONTINUED
Stay tuned for more Olympic goodness! Congrats to Switzerland, Poland and Austria for their medals!
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Started writing: February 13th 2010, 1:06am
Finished writing: February 13th 2010, 3:55pm
Started typing: February 13th 2010, 4:06pm
Finished typing: February 13th 2010, 4:52pm