Olympic Fever

She Shoots and She Scores

Interesting fact; one of the players on Team Canada women's hockey team went to my school last year. Nice. The chapter following this one focuses on the gold medal. I've had this idea in mind for a few days, but got busy with school work, my apologies.

Disclaimer: I mean no harm or disrespect to the other teams. I only really like Team Canada because of my roots ahaha. Also, in my head, Matthew acts wild when hockey is involved.

Slovakia is an OC.

Olympic Fever

She Shoots and She Scores

Matthew Williams looked like an excited puppy. It was the first hockey game for one of his two teams and the younger man couldn't stop talking about it. Gilbert thanked whatever lucky stars he had left they had the chance to actually go to the game, since it would get his lover to shut up some. He loved the boy dearly, but goodness when there was hockey on, he became something mental.

And so, on the first official day of the Olympiads, the two of them made their way to the stadium. The place was packed with mostly fans wearing red, but occasionally, every now and then, they could spot a fan from the opposite team. They took their seats and Canada looked around him excitedly. He looked as though Christmas came early.

"This is going to be great, I can feel it. Wait until you see my girls, Gil. They'll rock your socks off."

"They better. I have a bet on them and I'm not in a mood to lose." Canada rolled his eyes and said nothing. The last of the people pooled in and then the game started. Everything seemed to happen quickly and before people even had the chance to register what was going on, the red clad audience was going wild.

"YES! That's what I'm talking about!" Matthew screamed as he brandished a cardboard with the words "SHE SHOOTS SHE SCORES!" written in thick, red letters.

"Awesome! I don't think Slovakia stands a chance." Prussia shouted at him over the cheering crowd.

"Don't say that, it's still anyone's game, we just started." But less than a minute later, there was another goal.

"Holy shit, that was AMAZING!" Canada yelled as he jumped into the air and fist pumped with the rest of the crowd. Gilbert joined the spectators as well; the mood was contagious.


The first period of the game was over and the Team Canada fans were beyond themselves. They were leading 7-0. They were dominating the game and it was unbelievable.

"Man, part of me wishes this was a medal game, less stress, but still, this is pretty amazing." Matthew told him as they took their seats again. Gilbert agreed. He wondered what the outcome would be in the long run.

"How's the face paint?" The younger nation asked after a while. Prussia looked at his face. It was a big contrast from his appearance the day before. This time, Canada went all out and painted the entire flag on his face. He would have a fun time removing it, after the game. Gilbert let Matthew paint a smaller scaled maple leaf on his face as well.

"It's fine." He replied. They fell silent as the second period started, but soon, they found themselves cheering again as Team Canada scored more and more goals.

With every passing goal, Canada became more and more… wild. It was the only word Gilbert had to describe the way his lover was reacting.

"DAMN RIGHT! That's what I'm talking about. We own at this sport! Slovakia doesn't know what hit them in the face." He shouted as the second period came to an end. Prussia was greatly amused. He found it incredibly funny the way Matthew's mood changed whenever hockey, and now Olympics, he found out, took place.


When the game ended, Prussia had to admit even though it was an epically awesome game; it hadn't been much of a challenge or much of a nerve wracking game like he had seen in the past. As the players shook hands, he sort of fell bad for Slovakia for a moment, before remembering it was the Olympics; there was no mercy.

"Good game, eh?" Canada asked as he walked over to the other defeated nation.

"You kicked some serious ass, Matt." Canada beamed with joy and something akin to pride.

"Hey, Slovakia!" Matthew called out as the crowd thinned around them. The older nation turned around with a look of dread etched on his face.

"You guys did well and you played a good game." The younger of the two extended his hand and Slovakia took it with gratitude. The two nations exchanged a smile, before leaving on their separate ways.

On their way out, Gilbert snaked his arm around Matthew's waist, as they headed home for supper.

"What the hell was that all about back there with Slovakia?" He asked after a while.

"Eh? What do you mean?"

"Don't play stupid with me; the handshake."

"Oh that! Well, you know, it's good for diplomacy and to boost up their spirits. It's the least I could do." Prussia smiled and pulled Canada closer to him before placing a kiss to the top of his head.

"That's why I love you, Matt." Matthew said nothing and smiled.

OWARI 3

TO BE CONTINUED

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Started writing: February 15th 2010, 8:07am

Finished writing: February 15th 2010, 5:06pm

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