"Kryyyssss. I'm boooored." Gilbert whined. Again. After I allowed him to choose one of the many rooms (bastard just had to take the one right next to mine, of course) He preceded to sprawl across my bed and complain about how bored he was. I offered him game systems.

"Those are completely outdated. Lame." He had replied with a snort. I showed him the massive (unplayed) collection of board games that I had.

"You don't know how to have fun, do you? Totally unawesome." Was his response to that one. This guy was going to absolutely annoy me to death. If I didn't strangle him first.

"Did you hear me? I said the Awesome me is bored!" He shouted. He seemed to be annoyed at the fact that I was ignoring him. I'm sure he wasn't used to the concept of not always being the centre of attention. "Hey! Pay attention to me, bitch!"

"Gilbert." He perked up at the fact that I was no longer pretending he didn't exist. "Do you like any sports? I have everything we need to play any of them."

Sir Awesome pondered this for a few moments. Actually, I'm not entirely sure he was thinking, because he generally didn't concentrate on any one thing for too long. The exception to this being himself, of course. "Well… Mattie does have this one cool sport… what was it? H.. Hockey?" He was grinning at me. I knew he was dragging out the conversation on purpose. Damn brat, he's lucky I didn't have my hockey stick in my hand…. He'd see stars so fast he couldn't say 'Stanley Cup'.

"So you want to play that? Can you even skate?" I hoped he could. Hockey was never the most popular sport with my old friends, and when I finally convinced them to just try to play, they made absolute fools of themselves the minute they had skates on their feet. My laughing didn't exactly inspire them to play again… I should've been nicer.

With that same annoying grin he said, "No duh. The Awesome Me can play any sport. Awesomely, I might add." Of course you would add that, of course. "So, where are we going to play? It's not like there's room for an ice rink here, even if your house is awesomely huge."

I just flashed him a feral grin and walked away. "If you want to choose your own gear, you should follow me." I'm actually a little surprised that he actually listened, being who he is. Gradually making my way down the impressive staircase and to the closet in the front entrance hall, I was wondering if I actually had skates that would fit Gilbert… It would certainly suck if I didn't. Opening the elaborate doors, I sighed in relief when I saw that I did in fact have his skate size. (and every other size for that matter) "The floor is yours. I suggest grabbing at least shin guards, just in case you get in the way of a slapshot." I don't think I could've been grinning any bigger at the thought, for the fact that I'd put a few goalies out of commission with a 'badly' aimed puck.

With a 'kesesesese', the albino chose his gear, selecting the German flag shin guards (what? I have them because I like the colours) and the stick with flames painted on the side. He had to have been at least a little educated on Hockey, because he also grabbed a pair of gloves, which I hadn't reminded him to do.

"Come on, then. You got everything you need?"I didn't wait for a response; I already knew he had everything. Walking down yet another set of stairs, we arrived in my 'basement'. It's amazing what money can do. Money can get you a hockey rink. In your fricking basement.

"H-holy f-f-f-fuck." Gilbert stuttered out, teeth clacking together loudly. Sure, it wasn't warm in here by any measure, but is -10 degrees really that cold? The ice has to stay frozen, you know! Nah, this temperature was light-jacket weather. Save a heavier coat for actual cold.

"Are you shivering?" I asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. He looked at me like I was crazy. I wasn't going to argue with him on that one, and neither were the voices in my head.

"You ha-have a fucking p-portal to R-R-Russ-sia in here, and y-you expect m-m-me not to be f-fucking cold?" I rolled my eyes at him. Of course I expected him not to be cold. You can't play a proper game of hockey when you're shivering half to death.

"Come on. As soon as you go around a couple times, you'll be all warmed up." I sat down and began to lace up my skates, and snickered in amusement when I realized that Gilbert was still staring dumbly at me. Realizing that he should probably be putting on his skates as well, he slipped them on and started lacing them up. Well, trying to, anyway. His hands were shaking to such a degree that it was impossible to tighten them properly. "You're hopeless." I said with a grin as I began to tie his skates for him. He sat back with his arms crossed and shaking, and gave a little 'humph'.

"Let's do this!" I said with more enthusiasm then I'd spoken with in quite a long time. Stepping onto the perfect surface, I took off, flying around with practiced ease. After two laps, I skidded to a stop in front of the entrance, sending a shower of snow onto a very surprised Prussian.

"Holy shit. You can skate almost as good as Mattie. How…?" He had stopped shivering. Huh. Maybe awe can do that to you. Or maybe he was hypothermic. As he continued to stare, dumbstruck, I took the opportunity for a sneak attack and roughly pulled him onto the ice.

"It's simple. I enjoy the cold, so I went out for winter sports. Because there is pretty much only one winter sport that is any kind of readily playable," I gestured to the hockey rink, "I got very good at it. Now come on! I want to play a game!" After establishing his balance on the slippery surface, he gave me another 'Are you insane?' look. I just waited for the explanation.

"You expect me to play against you? I'm awesome, but I know I won't win a one-on-one with you. Can't we just… y'know, skate?" He gave me a little dejected look with this statement. I felt bad. I didn't know exactly what units were, or where they came from, but they had feelings, and Gilberts' were hurt, even if it was for a stupid reason.

"Fine. Come on." I grabbed his arm, more gently this time, and pulled him along around the outside edge of the rink. "Do you actually know how to skate, or was it all a bluff?" I asked as he struggled to stay upright. He just glared at me.

"The awesome me can most definitely skate, miss un-awesome." He shook his arm out of my grip before skating around the outside of the rink, quite quickly I may add, and returning to the center only to fall not-so-gracefully on his arse when he arrived at the face-off circle.

I couldn't help it; I laughed.

"Oh, shut the fuck up." He said with a slight blush. That was weird; I thought that if his ego got bruised, he'd only curse the person off, no blush involved. "Do you want to stand there laughing your stupid ass off all day, or are you going to skate?" He had a point. I offered him my hand, and to my immense surprise, he actually accepted my help.

"Do you want skating lessons? I mean… you aren't a bad skater, but you don't stop well." He cocked an eyebrow at me and snorted. "Fine then. Let's skate a few dozen laps, and then go upstairs for a few beers. Sound good?"

"Now you're speaking my language!" He shouted to me before taking off around the rink, that stupid, obnoxious, adorable grin plastered on his face. Wait, adorable? Bad brain, bad!

"You coming or what?" Gilbert said, pushing me out towards the edges of my rink.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll race ya!" I said with a smirk that rivaled his.

"Oh, fuck no."

I just kept on grinning, suddenly able to forget that in just two days, I'd be receiving another unit… probably one not nearly as 'well-tempered' as Gilbert.