TWO UPDATES IN ONE DAY? *le gasp*

Thank you to Nebelsue and Kathryn Daughter Of Hestia for reviewing! Real sweet of you all, giving me support and stuff. (AND MORE PAIRINGS, MY TO-DO LIST IS SKY-ROCKETING!) Also, I'm sorry if this doesn't turn out well, I'm really tired...

Since this pairing had the most 'votes', the next pairing is-

Ship: Canada x Belarus

Why: They both have brothers that are world superpowers, and, (according to my headcanons, sorry) often practice fighting against eachother.

History: During certain wars and the Soviet Union era, some Belarusians immigrated to Canada.

Warnings: Hot Canadians and Canada playing hockey. So, in other words, slightly OOC Canada, and possible OOC Belarus.

Another hockey game in Canada.

Russia versus Canada.

Belarus sat quietly in her chair, watching the two largest nations skate across the ice, smacking the chipped puck back and forth. To her, it seemed silly, a game where you just hit black rocks with long sticks, just to get them into a net. But her big brother was there, so she came anyway.

She wasn't the only nation attending though. America, France, England, Prussia, and Romano were at the other side of the rink, cheering Canada on.

On the side she was on, the Baltic States, Ukraine, China, and Poland were totally not being forced to cheer for Russia. The only people really cheering for Ivan was Irunya and Natalya. Ukraine was actually cheering for them both. She was good friends with Canada, but didn't want to be obliterated by Russia.

By the end of the game, the score was tied 11-11. Russia was heavily breathing, he was covering in bruises and cuts. Canada, on the other hand, was as calm as a sloth, and only had a small cut on his forehead.

Both nations were staring each other down. Ivan slowly lifted his stick, then a loud crack filled the stadium.

The puck had flown towards Matthew's net.

Canada quickly zoomed back to his net, and harshly hit the puck to Russia's net. It flew through the air, and it seemed like time slowed down.

Ivan was trying to reach the black disk, but missed it by an inch. The puck caught itself into the inside of the net.

Canada won! America was cheering very loudly, so loudly that England almost went deaf. France was 'Ohonhonhon'ing, while Romano and Prussia high-fived and let out a few yells.

Lithuania, Estonia, and Latvia looked terrified, China looked like he was constipated, while Ukraine clapped happily, despite her brother losing. Poland just grabbed Toris' arm and dragged him to the bathrooms.

"Like, my make-up is smeared." He claimed while winking.

Belarus calmly clapped. She was mad that big brother lost, but the lanky Canadian somehow won, which means that he was a worthy opponent. Natalya narrowed her eyes.

She thought with a well-hidden smirk,'Oh, Mr. Canada, wait till you see what you have gotten yourself into...'

Ukraine watched as Belarus walked outside. Sadly, Irunya noticed how Natalya kept eyeing Matthew. She sighed quietly, before tears began to appear in her teal eyes.

First Time Skip Of Craziness~! *jazz hands*

Matthew walked back home with a skip in his step. Today was a wonderful day!

First, he beat Russia in a hockey game. Second, his family noticed him. His friends showed up, and finally, Belarus was there.

Ah, Belarus. A very nice lady. Long, light blonde hair, with dark blue eyes filled with so much intensity, it made Canada shiver. Her personality was pretty nice as well. Even though she kinda stalked Russia, but she's been losing interest, according to Alfred. Also, her tendency to hurt people, like throwing knives at them, or just hitting them, kinda made her cuter in his opinion.

As he walked home, he heard some rustling in some shrubbery nearby. Pulling his hockey stick out, he pointed in menacingly at the bush.

"I have a w-weapon, eh! So don't come any c-closer!" Matthew stumbled over a few of the words.

The bushes finally separated, and...a squirrel scampered out. Canada sighed with relief and rested his 'weapon' at his side.

"It's just a s-squirrel. Ha, I thought it was an ax-murderer or something along those lines." He joked with himself, before shaking his head in disappointment.

"And I'm talking to my-SELF!" Canada yelped as a polished knife sailed through the air next to his ear. It embedded itself onto the sidewalk, which was made with cement.

Belarus watched Canada's reaction to her knife. 'Interesting. It seems like he's worried. He should be able to take me down easily, so he shouldn't be.' She slowly stepped out of the tree line, hoping to be dramatic.

"Hello, the on they call Canada." She spoke in an icy tone. Matthew jumped and yelped in surprise.

"B-bonjour, Ms. Belarus. H-how are you d-doing?" He squeaked. Natalya noticed that Canada had taken a defensive postion, along with his hockey stick. As she scanned his body, looking for any mistakes in the position or how he was holding his 'weapon', she nodded in approval.

"You will do." Natalya said. She smirked with giddiness.

Canada tilted his head in befuddlement. "W-what?"

Belarus rolled her eyes as she stalked over to her knife. She twisted and pulled it out of the rock-hard cement. "To be my lover." She stated firmly.

Canada just stood there with a look borderline happiness and nervousness.

"Miss Natalya," Belarus visibly flinched at her human name,"W-why would you want to b-be with me?"

Natalya answered quickly. "You are strong. Smart. And considerably good-looking. Almost as good as big brother..." She trailed off. Matthew's lavender eyes stared wide-eyes at the Belorussian girl, who held his arms in a strong grip and dragged him away.

In the end, Belarus somehow got over her 'love' for Russia, and gained real feelings for Canada. They began to go on dates, but America or Ukraine tended to crash most of them.

When asked the real reason she loved Matthew, Natalya answered,"He understands me."

When asked the real reason he loved Natalya, Matthew answered,"She understands me."

Her iciness and his warmth kept the relationship strong.