Author's Note: So...this is somewhat of an experiment. I ship CanadaxJapan. Weird, I know, but there's not enough of them.


The despite the fact that the coliseum was filled to near capacity, you could hear a pin drop. Unlike most sports where the fans would be cheering, booing and more than likely – drunk, figure-skating was full of people that knew how to behave in an appropriate, formal fashion. That was one of the reasons why Kiku was drawn to it.

Feliciano was on the ice, dancing to a quick-paced piece in which he had interpreted to leap and spin all over the place. In fact, Feliciano often chose songs that were fast so he had an excuse to triple spins in the air and five consecutive jumps. Kiku though, enjoyed songs which allowed him to exhibit is natural flexibility (and less likely to crack his skull open on the ice).

The song ended and an applause rose from the audience with scattered cheers. Feliciano bowed and skated off the ice to meet his trainer, his older brother, Ludwig and Kiku. Sweat shown on his face and his trademark grin never faltered.

Ludwig, his trainer and Kiku praised Feliciano with many variations of "That was amazing" and "You were fantastic!". Feliciano's brother though did congratulate him, was less obvious. His praise was in the form of: "That wasn't so bad, bastard." Most would have interpreted the comment as rude and offensive but it was a complement and years of living with Lovino had taught him that it should be perceived as such.

Feliciano nearly threw himself on Lovino.

"That doesn't mean "hug me" you dip-shit!"

Feliciano ignored the comment and turned to Kiku.

"You're coming up Kiku!"

Kiku nodded, feeling the knot in his stomach returning.

"Don't worry. You'll do fine."

Ludwig clapped him on the shoulder.

There were still a few more people to go before him. He would simply have to go into his happy place until then.


From the kitchen, Matthew could hear Beethoven playing from his living room, which wouldn't have been much of a surprise except one thing, had to be taken into consideration – Gilbert and Alfred were there. Something Matthew and many others could assure that had never happened during the length of their existence thus far. Over the music the voice of an unknown announcer alternates from high to low. Matthew rolled his eyes. If his best friend and brother were going to listen to any form of classical music, it was going to be through sports. Still….what sport consisted of classical music playing instead of the popular tunes and the occasional Star Wars theme? Matthew couldn't think of one.

"Hey, what are you guys watching?"

"Male figure-skating."

"What?!"

It wasn't as much as Matthew didn't hear, as much as the whole WTFness of it all. For people who often came over to watch men (and women) knock each other into submission or unconsciousness, or both, male figure-skating were something no one could foresee them watching willingly.

"Male figure-skating." Alfred repeated. "You've got to take a look at this Norwegian kid. He's really good."

"Why the hell are you guys watching male figure?"

"My brother's boyfriend was performing. But it's actually really good." Gilbert replied, taking a swig of beer. "You remember Feliciano right?"

"You mean that bubbly Italian?"

Gilbert nodded.

"His friend is also performing as well. Kiku Honda. He's representing Japan – say there he is now."

Matthew abandoned the swimming spaghetti noodles and stepped into the living room. On the flat screen a boy – or man so to speak— was holding his left leg up in a near perfect ninety-degree angle and was rotating faster than Francis in a room full of people. On the bottom of the screen, the man's name was written. "Kiku Honda".

"Damn." Alfred muttered, but since it was drawn out it sounded more like "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanm."

"He's tiny. Even smaller than Feliciano." Matthew noted.

"Yeah, but he's super mobile. Look at him! He would make a mad Twister player!"Alfred exclaimed as Kiku Honda performed a few more manoeuvres consisting of more forms of splits than Matthew knew existed.

Matthew only chuckled before returning back into the kitchen.

"What's so funny?" Alfred demanded.

"I never thought I'd see the day that the two who crave more violence than Chara and Merchant combined would watch male figure-skating and enjoy it. I can finally call Elizaveta that you guys can finally watch something that didn't consist of blood oozing out in gallons out of the human body."

"Hey, she's just a bad as me."

Matthew snorted.

"Besides, "Alfred added. "Maybe one day someone will fall and break something!"

"Sadism." Matthew breathed shaking his head as he stirred the noodles.


Ludwig watched as Feliciano's head dropped onto Kiku's shoulder, slipping in what one would assume would be a light an uncomfortable slumber as planes usually provided. Ludwig knew better though. Feliciano could, with no form of exaggeration, fall asleep at any given moment. The place or time didn't matter. It was an ability that blessed only a small population of Planet Earth.

Kiku was asleep too, which was the reason why Feliciano hadn't been shoved off. Ludwig wondered briefly if he should keep them awake until at least they had landed in the airport, but decided against it. Both were utterly exhausted from the tournament and had to ready themselves for another one.

The pilot announced that the plane was descending into Montreal around forty and the lights flickered on, rousing the lethargic passengers. Feliciano blinked, rubbing his eyes and stretching with Kiku echoing his movements.

Once the plane and landed, Ludwig sent a short text to Gilbert.

To: Dumkoft.

We've landed. Be prepared to carry more baggage other than the ones that were shipped from Norway.

Gilbert was there waiting from them at the baggage claim. For once he wasn't making them wait for hours on it.

Kiku was stumbling behind him dragging his suitcase and Feliciano has long since abandoned the use of his legs. He was practically crawling through the airport until Ludwig finally grabbed him and tossed him over his shoulder.

Gilbert gave one glance to Kiku before taking his bag plus the bags of Ludwig and Feliciano.

"Nice to see you again bro."

Ludwig and Gilbert hugged around the sleeping body of Feliciano Vargas.

"Man I could drop dead at any moment…" Ludwig mumbled readjusting Feliciano.

"Kiku's about to at least."

Gilbert jerked his white head towards the Japanese man, who was nodding off on a bench nearby.

"We better get them into a bed quickly."