Written by M. I don't own Hetalia.

A few days passed and the day of the hockey game had come. Russia and Canada were extremely excited and were joking all day on who would win and which team would leave with the most injuries.

"Comrade Matvey, you will lose and get the most injuries, da? I know these things, young one," the russian said with a smile.

Matthew simply replied with, "You say that but that hasn't happened anytime lately. Your on a fifteen game losing streak against me Russia."

They were interrupted with a giggle from Italy.

"Is something funny?" they both asked in unison

"Vee~ it's nothing. I just like it when my friends get along," Italy said with a smile.

As they approached the hockey arena the aura got more agitated and tense. By the time they had reached the doors the two northern were glaring at each other with looks that could kill. They separated and made their way to their respective change rooms. Italy went to the seating area to look for a place to sit. He realized that there were two crowds. Russian fans and canadian fans. I don't know where to sit! What if they get mad at me if I sit with the other team's fans? As Italy's inner turmoil continued he didn't realize that the teams were already lining up for the face-off. Feliciano decided to sit in the middle of both crowds.

Matthew and Ivan lined up as centre and the puck dropped. Ivan left the puck for his wingers to take and charged Matthew instead. Matthew had played multiple games against Russia before and new his strategies so he glided to the side avoid Ivan all together. He grabbed the puck and went straight in for a break away within the first twenty seconds, scoring the first goal.

The game continued at a very fast pace. Ivan would somehow manage to take the puck and weave his way through the canadian defense. The goalie would somehow manage to stop most of the slap and wrist shots or Canada would come up from behind and slam the nation into the cold, hard ice.

Italy was terrified on the stands as he watched the quiet nation slam into the giant one. It confused the knowledge that he knew on his two friends. He looked to the score board, five minutes left in the third period and Canada was winning 5-3. I don't want to deal with an angry Russia. I got to find something that will make them both happy. Italy then got up and left for the closest store.

The game ended with the score 7-4 in Canada' favour. They quickly got changed and said goodbyes to their teams and left to go find the nation that disappeared from the stands.

A voice came from behind them, "Vee~ I found you two and I got a present so close your eyes!"

The two nations were too tired from their hockey game so they happily closed their eyes. They could feel Italy place something around each of their necks.

"Open your eyes now!" said Feliciano.

Canada and Russia looked down at the thing on their necks. There was a medal that said "You're A Winner". Both northern nations laughed at this. Russia turned to Italy.

"There was no need for this, Feliciano. This is just a game. Matvey and I are friends so we don't let stuff like this bug us," said Ivan.

"R-really? We will still be friends, even if we don't always get along? I'm so happy! Ve~!" replied the italian man.

It was Matthew's turn to speak, "That's right Italy, you, Ivan and I will still be friends even if we are at each other's throats sometimes," he finished with a smile.

The three of them returned to Canada's home. There was a world conference to be held there next week so they were invited to stay in their kind host's company until the meeting passed. They also made bets on how many countries would show up at America's place looking for Canada.