Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Hetalia or the game hockey.
Summary: Matthew William is the captain of his hockey team but is hiding that fact from his family since they claim that the sport is too dangerous, ignoring the fact that their other son is the quarterback of the football team. Matt, with the help of his team mates, attempts to hide his bruises and black eyes while avoiding concussions so that he can stay on the team and lead them to victory. Go Kelowna Polar Bears!
Okay so I didn't put a lot of hockey action in the last chapter so I did here at the beginning. From the few hockey stories I read on here I've noticed a lack of playing time so let me know if this is what you like or if you want less of it. Also I didn't give the Timble Wolves a town name since I wouldn't want people hating me for making their city sound like douche bags. I've started this chapter right after I posted the first one but I'm going to wait for a little bit to see if anyone is actually interested in continuing to read it.
REVISED ON JUNE 15/2012: Punctuation in dialogue and added a few scenes. Not a lot of scenes since this chapter was already pretty long.
Also I'll like to note (I keep forgetting to mention it) that the players will call each other by their countries name sometimes. It's like a nickname to the guys since the team is so diverse. Also last names since all the guys I know say that too each other.
Also note that if the birthdays do not make sense than please just let it be haha they're 17 so thats all you need to know. Please do not tell me wrong because I know there is a 50 percent chance I'm wrong :P. I have a headache so bleh. Also heights will not match what the Hetalia wiki will say.
Deke the Parents: Chapter Two: Shock Troop on Ice
"-O Canada, we stand on guard for theeeeee!" they sang along the blue line in their zone, lined up with their glove over their heart. Matthew was visibly shaking as he tried to hold in his laughter as he listened to Mathias' off-key voice basically butchering their national anthem. He wasn't trying to do it out of disrespect. He was just that awful.
It wasn't just Mathias that sucked at singing. Their whole team was tone-deaf with a few exceptions like Raivis and Tino who sung like angels. Gilbert thought he sung awesomely but it was a delusion. You can't even hear Matthew when he sings because it is just above a whisper. Berwalds just mumbles. Ivan actually has quite an angelic voice but it has a totally different reaction than the two small defensemen, it makes you want to cry in terror. The rest were pretty decent but you wouldn't buy their CD in Wal-Mart or something.
It's always the bad singers that sing in the showers.
The women who was belting out the anthem gave a bow to thunderous applause and trotted off the ice on the red carpet, waving. Luckily she didn't wipe-out like a few unfortunate singers when they did their performance. Even better is that she didn't forget the words.
They skated to the box to discuss the first line and get a small pep talk.
They were playing the Timble Wolves that night over in their territory. Not only did they have the home advantage but they had dirty unfair refs that were favoring them. Bastards.
"Son of a bitch!"
Berwalds pissed off (when didn't he look mad?) face was lighted up by the red flashing behind him, signaling another goal for the other team. He was so mad that he wasn't even mumbling anymore.
The rest of the team skated up, some patting him and saying sorry or that it's alright.
He would've gotten mad at the defense line and the offense but he saw their sweat drenched faces, panting for air. They were trying their best too.
Mathias was holding a stitch that was on his side with a painful grimace, trying to skate through it.
Gilbert gave the big guy a quick smile in apology as he stole the water bottle on top of the net and squirted a mouthful into his mouth before he sprayed it on his face, trying to cool down. He learnt the hard way of not using Ivan's water bottle when doing that since the Russki didn't keep water in it.
Feliks was basically dry heaving so Matthew made him switch off. He felt like puking himself.
The red team already scored three goals, much to Berwalds frustration (who was swearing in Swedish and banging his stick on the ice), and they were all done on power plays. The goaltender spat on the ice, a frown etched on his face.
If a power play wasn't already overwhelming for the big guy than the other team pulling their goalie was just downright aggravating! Six players against four was tough on them.
It was beyond annoying because they couldn't afford another penalty (and they really wanted to bash the others team face in) since it would open up more chances at another goal for the other team. They were being called for every little thing while their opponents were getting away with murder! They were avoiding even touching the other team as much as possible since the refs were being complete asses which Gilbert was voicing out very loudly even after he got a warning for unsportsman-like behavior.
That all came to a halt as soon as one of the bigger players on the opposing team smashed poor Raivis into the boards. The Plexiglas shook at the violent assault. The Latvian boy didn't get up from off the ice. There was an inhale of breathe from the crowd and the team was deadly silent except for the cry of "LAATVIA!" from Eduard, calling out the nickname for the motionless boy. Thankfully the ref at least blew the whistle to stop the play. The Polar Bears on the ice all rushed to the crumpled boy. It was the first time that Matt saw Ivan concerned over someone besides his sisters. The small teen was whimpering and clutching his ankle. Shit. Their medic was making his way carefully over to them, trying not to slip on the ice with his outdoor shoes. The man came to the conclusion that it was just a sprained ankle and that it wasn't broken.
The Russian boy had to carry him bridal style back to the box. The Kelowna Polar Bears all banged their sticks on their ice, the ones at the box hitting it against the side, and the audience clapped in respect as the injured boy was taken off the ice. The other team stood still without moving their stick which Matt found completely disrespectful and douchey. Even their parents were just watching with a bored expression.
That was the last straw! Nobody did that to a team mate and gets away with it!
"That's fucking it, Eh!" the Canadian skated to his team on the ice, Ivan skating up to them to replace the poor Latvian boy. He was definitely going to be out for the next few practices and next week's game with his ankle like that. They were lucky that it wasn't anything too serious but that still didn't make Matt any less angry than he was right now. He fucking wanted blood. If they wanted to play dirty then they were going to play dirty back. "We are not going to lie down and take this like some cheap whore!" he yelled, eyes blazing dangerously. His team had taken a quick knee, all looking up with new fire in their eyes.
"We're fucking out for blood now. I don't care if you all get penalties. We are not taking their shit anymore." His team lifted up their gloves and yelled out with approval. They were not going to lose a game and their chance at winning the Junior League just because of some goons and dirty refs.
They were going to fight fire with a fucking flamethrower.
Matt grabbed Ivan's helmets, leaning down and bringing it to his helmet before saying "You know what to do," he looked up at Mathias, Gilbert, and Vash "You all know what to do." They nodded back to him with determination. The ref blew their whistles angrily claiming that they didn't call for a time-out.
They ignored him and stood up, placing their gloves together before yelling out "Polar Bears!" and throwing up their arms.
They skated to their respectable spots with fire in their eyes.
"Finished talking with your boyfriends so soon? Discussing the colour of your panties?" one of the other team's forwards mocked with glee. The blonde just glared. He could hear his team mates cussing out the other team.
As soon as the puck dropped on the ice so did the gloves with the exception of Matt and the center he was facing off. He wasn't a pussy but he knew he had to refrain or else they would be leaving poor Berwald to face off with five players by himself. The captain in front of him just smirked at the Canadian, shaking off his two gloves. Matthew just skated away as the other taunted him by calling him a pussy. He was able to take the puck but it didn't matter at this point since the whistle was blown as soon as the gloves hit the ice. The whistle may have stopped the play but it didn't stop the fists.
Ivan had a handful of jersey scrunched up in his fist and he used the other to punch repeatedly into the face of a poor redhead. His head bouncing back by force, his helmet flying off. He couldn't even fall back since Ivan had a vice-like grip on him. He looked like a bobble-head. A torrent of blood was already gushing out of his nose, getting all over his face and Ivan's fist. The big guy looked like a kid in a candy store judging by ecstatic expression. An ominous "KolKolKolKol," was heard over the sounds of the beating. At one point he even head-butted the unfortunate ginger.
Vash had pulled up the jersey over the boys head, exposing his stomach. He had one hand on the shoulder to hold him in place as his other hand punched the exposed part of the lower stomach where the equipment didn't cover. He definitely did not look neutral.
Gil had his opponent in a headlock with one hand and punching with his right, laughing like a maniac. This was what he joined hockey for!
The Dane had taken his player down and was currently sitting on his chest, hitting his guy in the chin and also laughing with joy. Nothing felt better than a bruised knuckle. He was going berserk on the poor guy.
The rest of the team was shouting out from their box, craning their necks to see over the next person's head in order to see the action. Things like "Kick their ass!" and "Show no mercy!" were heard from their direction. He even heard someone toss out a "Rape their ass!" but wasn't able to distinguish which voice. Even Erik and Lukas were being vocal which was surprising. Lukas even shouting out for Mathias to "Destroy them, you idiot!"
The hockey parents were going berserk in the stands. A few even starting their own tussle.
It took all the referees and some of the Polar Bears to pull them off.
Gilbert waved to Matthew from within the penalty box with a shit-eating grin on his busted lip, blood trickling down from the crack.
All four of them ended up with a penalty for fighting. They each got 2 minutes in the box at the same time, thankfully not four or getting kicked out of the game (they would've been screwed if that happened). If it wasn't such a serious moment and if he wasn't so god damn pissed, he would've laughed at the sight at the four big players squished in the visitor's penalty box. Gilbert even had to sit on Mathias lap since it was such a tight squeeze.
The situation that they were in at the moment was nothing to sneeze at. This predicament meant that there would only be one player and the goalie on the ice. Two against six.
Looking up at the score board and seeing the 3-0, he knew that they couldn't afford another goal since being 4 goals behind would really wreck the team morale. He made a quick T sign towards the ref and thankfully they allowed it. They couldn't make it too obvious (although they failed by how completely unfair they were being and by the sounds of their parents, they seemed to have noticed too. Hockey parents were scary!) that they were favoring the other team. He was surprised they were being so bold with their calls since this was being televised and would most likely cause a scandal. Hopefully the refs will be fired. Bastards.
Matt quickly skated over to Berwald, who also skated up to meet him in the middle but at the same time being wary of the blue line. He didn't want to get a scolding from the refs for passing it despite it being a time-out.
"As soon as the puck drops, I'm pulling you. Skate as fast as you can to the box, Erik will replace you." The stoic man nodded, and skated back to his net but not before they gave each other a bro fist. He quickly relayed the plan to Erik. The coach grimaced at the plan, sneaking a glance at the score-board. He rubbed the bridge of his nose before nodding. He would just have to trust his captain on this.
Erik moved to the door that was closest to centerline making sure he and Berwald had room to hop over at the same time and not collide. It would make this plan impossible if they got tangled up in each other. The rest of the team stood behind the bench in order not to get a face full of the Swedes skate since his hop would be far from graceful with his hulking pads. Lars, who was fitted with a helmet that had a cage mask on instead of the plastic shield, moved to the very back just to be sure of not getting his throat sliced open by the giant Swede. He liked talking and breathing, thank you very much.
The other team mocked him as he skated back towards them all alone. He was lucky that it wasn't in the Polar Bear's zone or the plan would have no chance at success. He just had to win the face-off, giving the other two time to exchange and hopefully the two of them would be able to hold them off until the penalty ended. Erik was fast and agile, and he had pretty good stick handling.
He made a quick pray to the Hockey Gods.
With a quick blow of the whistle, both centers put their sticks on the ice to face-off. Matt could smell the other's coffee breath. Any other time Matt would have been concerned about his own breath (which probably smelt like the maple syrup he chugged before the game) but not at the crucial moment. Fuck his breath.
Matthew experienced another slow motion moment in his life, just like his previous game, as he watched the ref release the puck. The black disc flipped a few times in the air before hitting the ice with a clack!
Than everything became a blur as his body moved on his own, barely thinking of his actions. His body automatically moved, putting his stick under the other and pushing up. His stick smacked back down onto the ice where he handled the puck, twisting so his back was to his opponent. He was able to dodge two of them but as soon as the others closed in on him he chanced a quick glance and felt relief flood him as he saw Erik skating towards him. If he looked back at his box he would've seen Berwald struggling to get over the barrier, appearing to be stuck. Fortunately for him, everyone stopped paying attention as soon as the Icelandic boy got onto the ice. And unfortunately for him, everyone was too preoccupied to help him over.
He shot the puck back to Erik, rather giving it to him and leaving the zone than giving it to the other team. He knew they were backtracking but it was way better than the alternative. He knew that the boy would make up for the lost space by gracefully dodging the Timber Wolves. He skated hard until he passed the blue line, making sure that he wasn't offside.
"Shit!" the puck was snatched from the white haired boy but both Matt and Erik were speeding down the ice towards the three forwards at a fast pace, gaining on them. They could hear them laughing, thinking they just could tap it in and have an easy goal. The gruff brunette lifted up his stick to take an easy shot at the empty net. Erik took that opportunity to steal the puck from right under him. They underestimated the Icelandic boy and his speed. Both Polar Bears passed to each other, used the boards, twirled around and used fancy stick handling to make sure the other team didn't gain procession of the puck once again.
They had wasted thirty seconds already but Matt could tell that the other boy was tired. He was getting out of breathe himself. He already been out for three minutes and it was taking a toll on him. He felt a stitch on his side but chose to ignore it.
They were pushed back to their zone and it was making Matt anxious along with their goalie. He decided he was just going to ice it, which meant he would have to shoot it across the ice to the other side. He smacked the puck as hard as he could.
Everyone watched as the puck zoomed across the ice, the goalie on the other side rushing to try and prevent the delay in the play.
His heart dropped when he saw the other goalie handled the puck before it went pass the thin blue line that was lined with the net. That meant the puck was still in play. Which meant they couldn't have a minute of breather that they desperately needed.
The goaltender shot it back down the ice towards his team mates, moving slower than if a forwards shot it due to the awkwardness of the goalie's stick and gloves.
He took a deep breath and readied himself to struggle on for the next minute, dreading it.
Clack! A blue blur came out of nowhere and picked up the puck before it reached any of the red jerseys. Erik must have taken the opportunity to skate to the box and switch with someone! Get some fresh legs on the ice. The back of the jersey was the number 23 so it was Tino making a break away! He was light on his feet, speeding down the ice, leaving them in their dust.
His breathe got caught in his throat as he watched in anticipation, skating alongside the red team in vain to catch up to the Finnish boy.
The goalie came out of his crease to make himself bigger, skating backwards as the Tino closed in on him.
Everyone in the stands was on their feet, breath held.
The goaltender must have become cocky with their three goal lead because he lurched forward to poke check the puck out of the Finnish boys hold. The boy in blue quickly turn, making the goalie's stick hit the back of his skates instead. Matt was surprised that he didn't fall over from the force. Tino quickly twirled around and successfully dodged the stunned goalie, flicking the puck in the net.
It was silent for one moment before hell went loose. The guys in the penalty box hugging each other and jumping up and down, not caring how stupid they looked. Gilbert kissed the top of Mathias' helmet in his little spaz of joy.
Tino had fallen to his knees in astonishment, sliding until he softly made impact with the wall. The goalie by him was having a fit on the ice, banging his fist into the ice. His stick shattering after the eighth time he hacked at the ice, splintering in the middle which sent pieces of wood all over.
Matt skated towards him a short distance before also falling to his knees so that he slid the rest of the way, colliding and hugging him at the same time. Both boys were laughing in delight, their cheeks pressed up against each other.
"I fucking love you right now!" If the other boy wasn't in a relationship with their goalie, Matthew would have probably kissed him since he was so happy!
They at least now they had a chance at winning this!
He brought their helmets together, shouting out "I fucking love you!" again, giving the other a good shake on the helmet, both of them laughing.
The game was back on!
One of the refs skated by their box, stopping in front of the visitor's box. He had his eyes on the other side of the rink where the players were getting into position for the face-off.
Ivan chose that moment to skate by, narrowing his violet eyes at the referee that stood by their box. The ever present 'innocent' smile was gone and replaced with a scowl. The gulp the black and white clad man made was audible to the players sitting on the bench behind him. All of them began snickering at his distress. The Russian was intimidating when he was smiling but when he was angry you shat your pants. Especially if it's aimed towards you.
A gleam shone in Mathias' eyes, leaning forward, the boy casually said "He has a pipe tucked in his pants, you know?" The blonde turned his head, peering over his shoulders and winking at his team mates. They instantly understood what he was getting at, joining him.
Tino plopped his head on his hands as he rested his elbows, innocently mentioning "I've seen it, it has this weird red stain on it." The man pretended to ignore them, watching as the players got ready to face off on the other side. They could see his jaw clenched.
"He also made this weird invention where he taped a sharpened hockey skate onto a hockey stick," someone threw out. It was sort of a lie since it was actually Mathias' invention. It was kind of concerning for the team when they see it leaning against his cubicle but Lukas just reassured them that he was just being an idiot and that the boy just wanted a battle axe (even if it was a crude version of it).
"He killed a man!" Gilbert shouted with glee, they all erupted with laughter, making the referee think that all of them were crazy (which Matthew would agree but they were his crazies so it was okay). His body was shaking and it wasn't from the cold. The Russian was still glaring at him from the other side. He wouldn't doubt that those rumors were true.
Gilbert quickly whipped out his blackberry from out of nowhere, most likely his pants (Matthew was pretty sure he kept it in his cup. Wasn't he concerned about breaking it?). The boy had gotten an extra large cup since it was the only one that fit his 'five meters'. Matthew tried pointing out that it wasn't a proper fit if he could store his phone in it but the other boy just laughed and changed the subject to Gilbird. The Albino started rapidly tapping at the phone. Returning back to his spot, he leaned closer to make sure the man can hear him.
"So Joe, Joe Sanderson, who lives at 1579 28th Street East," instantly the man froze, peering at the albino with wide eyes. "I suggest you start making this game a little more fair or I might just give my little friend over there" at that Gil waved at Ivan before preceding "your address so he can have a little visit with you after the game to discuss sunflowers."
"To put on your grave," someone scoffed in the background which was followed by snickering.
The man narrowed his eyes, cussing under his breath before skating a little further away from the Polar Bears, all of them laughing and mocking the man. They hated nothing more than referee that favored the home team. Hell their referee's were harder on them and they knew those people.
The other team seemed surprised when they got a penalty for charging.
Now that the referees were actually favoring them since they valued their lives, it turned out quite easy to catch up to the other team. It was no wonder that they needed to cheat. They even stopped checking and pulling dirty shots, scared that they would retaliate with interest.
Lukas scored by a deke around the goalie, popping it in. Ivan shot one from the blue line, hitting the poor goalie in the mask, sending the hulking player down hard on the ice. He had hit it so hard that it ricocheted off and bounced back to him. The goalie had fallen on his back from the force so the Russian just took another shot that hit the back of the net. Vash was able to sneak around the net and slip it between the skate and post. They had placed Ivan in front of the goal to block his sight, making it difficult to determine where the puck was heading. The goalie tried to push the big guy out of his crease but it proved to be fruitless. That was another easy goal from the blue line made by Feliks, a Polish boy who on occasion likes to cross-dress. The cheerleaders even made him an outfit in his size.
There was much sneering and taunting when the two teams shook hands. Matthew had a rare smug look of satisfaction plastered on his face.
"So what excuse did you come up with this time?" Gilbert asked as he undid the strap on his pants.
The team was undressing after the after game speech from their coaches. Velco ripping and tape being torn off filled the room.
Matt looked up from where he was adding the tape from his socks onto the ball he started that year. The ball was mostly clear except for the purple fuzz that stuck onto the tape. He always did one each year since he was five. He kept them in his closet, away from prying eyes and Kumajirou's teeth.
He chucked the ball back into his bag, untying his red laces in his skates before casually saying "I told them I was sleeping over at Tino's for the weekend since we had a Science project due in a week." Tino nodded beside him, already clued in on the fib.
Mathias laughed "Your family must think you are the biggest nerd ever with all these excuses of library trips and study sessions."
Matthew snorted but he had to agree. Gilbert grabbed his white hockey stick tape and wrapped a small piece around the middle of Matthew's glasses, which he snatched from the protective case, and placed the newly modified glasses on the Canadian's face. Matthew stuck his tongue out as his team laughed.
"How's your ankle, little one?" Ivan said to Raivis, who was seated by the showers, after the laughter subdued. Eduard had the boy's foot propped up in his lap with a bag of ice he somehow got from the concession stand. From the looks of it the swelling was going down and that was a good sign. At least a bone wasn't sticking out.
"It's... better," he mumbled, taking a swig from a mickey (a Canadian term for 375 ml bottle) of Jack Daniels. The best kind of comfort was southern comfort. The boy didn't look like it but he knew how to handle his liquor. He also stopped shaking and didn't look like he was on the verge of tears.
"We'll give you piggyback rides everywhere!" someone tried cheering him up. It was better than hobbling around on crutches.
"But I'm in a lower grade and have none of the same classes with you," the smaller boy muttered with a pout, his lower lip jutted out. He took another sip from his bottle. He always felt put out that he was the youngest on the team, often getting teased by the others. They even called him 'Baby boy.'
"Doesn't matter," the older boy waved off. They all would rather carry the boy around and have him make a speedy recovery instead of being out longer than necessary. He was a pretty good defenseman that worked well with Tino.
"Okay enough clucking, you hens!" Gilbert had taunted, successfully catching everyone attention. The moping was started to harsh his buzz from the win. He stood up on the bench with his skates, a little wobbly. Eyebrows were raised expectedly. This announcement sounded official. "I heard from one of my sources that the last year's guys are coming back from university for holidays. I also heard that it's tradition to haze the new guys, which are us," he spread his arm, welcoming discussion at this point.
"Hazing? Like paddles or something?" Mathias thought about that movie "Dazed and Confused" with a frown. He would rather be the one holding the paddle and not getting spanked. He would love it if he was spanking Erik. His mind drifted to the gutter after that thought. A bit of drool collecting on the corner of his mouth. He ended up choking on his spit when he suddenly inhaled when an elbow smashed into his stomach. The Norwegian did not look impressed (which was hard to gauge from his expressionless face).
"What if it's something traumatizing like Bukkake!" Raivis pulled out a paper bag and started hyperventilating into it. It turned out it still had a receipt paper in it which he inhaled, choking him. Berwald had to give the poor boy a Heimlich Maneuver. The clump of paper landed on the floor with a 'plop' which was met with twelve different 'ew's.
"It won't be sexual or gay!..well I hope not"
"I hope it has something to do with drugs. Like a drug Olympic! We could bond over it and everything. That would totally make this team stronger."
"Get the fuck out, Lars. You're not even on the team so you're not getting hazed" the order was just a tease since the whole team was used to the stoner in the dressing room and technically he was a part of the team since he was the water boy. They just hoped that the guy doesn't put anything weird in their bottles like acid or shrooms.
"Can I if it involves anything illegal?" the boy looked so hopeful at the prospect of it that Matthew had to agree even though the odds were that they weren't going to do anything drug related… Well he hoped they didn't. His dad would probably be pissed if he came home and started feeling up his eyebrows because he was high on ecstasy.
"Gil, find out what other Polar Bears did in the past. Maybe what they do during the hazing is also traditional." Matthew at least wanted some sort of idea what they were getting into.
"On it, Birdie," his trusty phone came out of the cup and he went away typing on with vigor.
"What if we have to kill someone, Da?" Ivan thought, placing his finger on his chin as he pondered.
"We're not killing a guy so get over it," Matthew mumbled with velco in his mouth, rolling his eyes, he continued getting undress. He didn't have to worry about not smelling like flowers and sunshine since he wasn't driving back home tonight. It was already night and it was a few hours' drive. He hated driving at night. Too many retarded deers with horrible timing on the road. They are all staying at a hotel and were probably going to drink themselves silly in celebration. Mathias, Ivan, and Raivis brought enough alcohol to have a party and that's what they intended to do.
The doors burst open just as Matt had his head stuck in his sweaty rank t-shirt, exposing his stomach and chest to whoever entered the room.
He heard giggling and cat-calls.
Peeking through a hole, Matt saw the cheerleaders pounce in with a bottle of champagne, cheering and bouncing up and down. He heard the usual 'boing! boing!' noise which indicated that Kat was also jumping up and down.
Gilbert made some sort of squawking noise, tightening the hold of the towel around his waist.
Elizaveta made a playful grab at it which thankfully the albino dodged away from.
"Good game, Matvey!" his friend Katyusha had her hands covering her face, blushing at his half-nakedness.
"Thanks," he blushed, pulling down the sweaty t-shirt back down to cover his stomach.
Natalia made a beeline towards her older brother, clutching onto his arm. It made taking off his equipment way more difficult. He also suddenly became very conscious of his bare chest under his chest protector.
Vash instantly covered Lilli's eyes just in case the Hungarian was successful in getting a hold of Gilbert's towel. The latter was swearing up a storm in German while avoiding her attempts.
All the girls were wearing a blue and purple cheerleader uniform but with black arm and leg warmers so they didn't die of hyperthermia. They weren't only there because they were related to some of the players. They also loved the game hockey! They made up the badass part of the female 'Honey Bears' hockey team. The Hungarian was their ruthless captain. That girl was brutal on the ice! (Despite there being no body contact in the girl's league).
The music soon came on and the alcohol was passed around but not before they played rock paper scissors to see who was going to DD. Ivan, Mathias, Raivis (since he was already buzzed) were automatically allowed to drink since they supplied. Lilli and Erik finally decided that they would since they weren't much on drinking. The young girl felt weird drinking with her big brother watching over her like a hawk. She didn't want to do something embarrassing in front of him either! They also decided they would make several trips since everyone deserved to get shit-faced tonight.
"We're going to fuck shit up tonight!" the statement was met with loud cheers and all the red cups were lifted into the air.
And that night, shit was fucked up beyond recognition.
It was relatively calm until someone suggested a game of beer pong. From there it spiraled out of control. It suddenly turned into a full-out beer contest. Matt couldn't even remember what team he was on. Hell he could barely walk.
The cheerleaders brought their friends over so the party wasn't a total sausage fest. A few of them were making out with the team. Some designated themselves as strippers and were doing a pretty good job of giving them a show. Gilbert and Elizabeta were going at it pretty hard in the corner. At one point he heard the Hungarian say "I want your five meters!" before nipping his nose. They are definitely going to regret that in the morning if they even remembered. Tino and Berwald were also sneaking kisses when they thought no one was looking. Sure they were open about their relationship (hell, Berwald calls Tino his wife! Not exactly subtle) but Tino was shy about public displays of affection. Mathias had a slightly tipsy Lukas on his lap, sipping a beer with a content look on his face. Taking it slow before going hard on the drinking. After the fight he had tonight he deserved some Lukas loving even if it just came in the form of cuddling.
At some point Lars had whipped out his bong and a pretty decent looking baggie of pot. He even had shrooms with him which delighted everyone. He started a session by the window. That was the awesome thing about stoners; they were always willing to share their stash. After spending time over there, one of the girls was just sitting on the couch, staring at her hand and whispering 'how?'
Someone announced strip Jenga (where did they get the Jenga from?) which led to everyone being scantily clad in their underwears. Matt was so drunk that he didn't even feel self-conscious in his polar bear print boxers. It probably helped that his underwear wasn't the most embarrassing. Gil had little yellow chicks (the birds and not the ladies) and Felik's was wearing something frilly and pink.
A game of 'Sociables' was started. Everyone got shitfaced after a few rounds thanks to the waterfall rule where everyone had to keep drinking until the person ahead of them stopped. For some reason Matt thought it was the funniest thing how Gilbert was talking to his 'little green man' like they were best buddies. They just met! Denmark was currently the one wearing the cardboard beer box on his head since he had the card for it. He looked like he totally forgot about it. Feliks was the current queen, which brought on a lot of taunting, and had the card licked and stuck to his forehead. He was brutal with his demands. He even made Erik go down to the 7/11 to buy him nachos.
Workers from the hotel came three times to give them warnings about the noise level. The fourth time they came to kick them out but were convinced otherwise when the Russian, their enforcer, had a small chat with them. He could be pretty persuasive. They only stopped partying until they passed out. Go hard or go home! Words from their coaches that they probably shouldn't apply to some things.
"Look at vhat I fooooound!" Gilbert was leaning against the wall after a trip to the vending machine where he wanted to get snacks and more ice for their drinks. He didn't have either of those items but instead he had a key card? Even if they were sober they would've been confused by the notion.
"So? We have two so we win!" Mathias pulled out the two key cards for that hotel room. The boy looked triumphant.
"Whose key is that?" Tino asked from his spot on Berwalds lap. The Swede had to hold onto his hips since he was swaying profusely from left to right. He began hiccupping and laughing.
"I vas at the machine thingy," he did some sort of demonstration of putting quarters into a slot "-and the door next to it was opened so I went in of course"
"Of course" they all agreed.
"A-and this vas on one of those carts thingy," he then pretended he was pushing a cart and cleaning a window. "It's one of those master key cards that the maid
"The same maid that glared at us and called us cheating losers?" Feliks asked, trying to paint his toe nails but the boy was also swaying and ended up just painting his whole foot and spilling the paint on the carpet.
"The same. Sooo this is vhat I-I think we should do" he began whispering like it was some amazing secret. "Ve should take this." He flourished the card in the air "and ve should go to the unoccupied rooms and raid the mini-bars!" While the team was listening, their smiles were gradually getting bigger and by the end they were basically hoping up and down with excitement.
"Oh my god, yes!" They all looked like it was the best plan ever.
They sent out three of their finest men (the ones who could walk without tripping on nothing and then lie on the ground laughing like a retarded seal) to go scavenge for snacks and more alcohol (those mini bottles).
They were going to dine like gods that night.
Twenty minutes later, and a few raided fridges in unoccupied hotel rooms, the three came back with armfuls of Kit-Kats amongst other chocolate bars, jars of peanuts, and mini bottles.
The party was back in full swing and full stomachs (that some later emptied into the toilet after a few too many).
The refs were probably not the only ones to get a slap on the wrist tomorrow.
Groaning into something that felt too squishy to be his pillow, Matthew lifted up his up his head to face a sleeping Katyusha. "Oh Maple!" he raised his arm (which he found in horror that he was groping her chest when he lifted himself up) like he was burnt. It wasn't like they repulsed him. On the contrary, they were really nice feeling. It was her psychotic younger brother that worried him. He was very protective of his siblings. He turned his head to the side in a robotic fashion, fearing if he was going to be face-to-face with the wrath of the Russian.
"Thank baby Jesus," he sighed in relief when he spotted the hulking figure on the floor, an empty bottle of vodka in one hand and an unconscious Raivis in the other. The poor boy is going to piss his pants when he wakes up. At the moment he looked pretty content using the big guy's chest as a pillow.
Matt put his head on his palm that rested on his knees. It was a pretty cute sight if you ignored the beer bottles, the empty junk food wrappers, and the bong that surrounded them. That was surprising. He always thought that Raivis would only make a cute couple with Lilli since they were both so small.
Shit! Lilli!
He quickly looked to his right, praying to the hockey gods that Lars was not cuddling with the small Liechtenstein girl. That would probably result with him having a shotgun to the face by her very protective older brother, Vash. He mumbled another 'thank god.' Thankfully the tall blonde was hugging a pillow and not a little girl. He let out another sigh of relief. He was always wary when waking up the next morning after drinking since there was always a lot of regrets and consequences. And he didn't think the maids would appreciate having to scrub blood off the comforter along with the nail polish on the carpet and a few mystery stains adorning the room. The curtains were charred? It must've happened during one of Lars' sessions.
Feeling the urge to pee, he hefted himself out of bed and stumbled over the passed out bodies of his teammates and into the bathroom only to stop and stare, dumbfounded. The "Prussian" (why didn't he just call himself German since Prussian isn't a real country anymore?) and the Hungarian teen were both passed out in the bath tub, for some reason covered in glitter? Matt hoped it wasn't glitter glue and that they were stuck together. The Canadian didn't want to see if there was anything else sticky on them.
Feeling self-conscious about peeing in front of them even if they were out cold, he opted to find another toilet. Maybe he could find the other half of his team. And maybe some Advil.
"Maples. I'm not ever drinking again, eh," even as he said it he knew it was bullshit.
A silver haired boy was standing upright, one hand on the hip and another holding his hockey stick. A cocky smirk was on his face, his red eyes crinkled on one side. The letter 'A' and the number '56' were white and stood out against the jersey. The teen basically radiated arrogance as he posed for the picture. This was one cocky bastard.
Name: Gilbert Beilschmidt
Number: 56
Position: Right Wing
Age: 17
Birth date: January 18, 1994
Right handed
Height: 6'3"
Nicknames: Gil, East, Prussia,
Favourite foods: Pancakes with a buttload of maple syrup (Mattie's fault for that addiction), wurst and landjaugers.
Pre-Game Rituals: Brushing teeth between periods and wearing lucky underwear(tweety bird) and cross necklace.
The End of Chapter 2!
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Sociable is the best drinking game out there. It will get you shitfaced pretty quickly. The little green man is an imaginary man on the rim of your cup. Every time you have to take a drink, you must remember to take him off and place him on the table before chugging or else you have to take another drink. You also can't forget to put him back on. I'm one of those people who are sad when they don't get him. Also I find it cheating if you place a card on top of your cup to represent the "Little Green man" like your missing the point? The trick is to remember about him. It's kinda hard to forget when you're taking a sip if you have a card in the way.
