Olympic Fever
Players
Since I got a lot of feedback on chapter 9 and because I have too many chapters that need to be typed out, I give you chapter 10!
Based off a realization I made with P.
Characters: America, Canada, Prussia
Rating: K+ -T for swearing and suggestiveness.
Disclaimer: NOOOOOOO CANADA LOST!
Olympic Fever
Players
It was late in the afternoon in Vancouver, British Columbia. Matthew Williams was watching the replay of yesterday's hockey game on TV with Gilbert. Even though he knew how the game would turn out, he liked re-watching it. Prussia learnt, early on in their relationship, if there was any hockey game on with a Canadian team, that was what they would watch and there was nothing else worth watching on television. Over time, Gilbert grew to appreciate the sport so he didn't mind it; especially when Canada got rowdy or when the game got violent. However, when watching a rerun, Matthew was a lot calmer and simply pointed out the particularly good plays.
It was while they were sitting on the couch together, watching this rerun that the doorbell rang. Matthew was slightly annoyed, but he said nothing and being the good host he was, he went and opened the door. He did so just in time, for on the other side was his brother, who would have ripped the poor door off its hinges had he to wait a while longer.
"Hey lil bro, whatcha doin'?" He asked as he greeted him.
"Just watching the game, care to join us?" Alfred frowned.
"Us? You mean he's here?" America added extra emphasis on the he, since he was referring to one person in particular.
"Yes, his awesome and amazing lover, who caters to his every sexual need and desire, is here. Does that bother you, dumbass?" Prussia asked as he walked up to them and placed his arm possessively around Matthew's waist. Canada blushed scarlet and it only made Gilbert smirk wider.
"Ew, that's really gross dude. I do not need to know about my little brother's love life." America shut his eyes as if trying to will the mental images away.
"Too bad I'm here to stay. That just means I can pass on more information to you." Prussia added, despite the mortified looks he was getting from the two North American Brothers.
"If I kill you, then you'll cease to exist completely and I will have saved my brother from you." Alfred looked about ready to lunge at Prussia, but Matthew stepped in between the two of them.
"Both of you behave, eh! You're acting like immature school children. Alfred, please leave Gilbert alone. You're not the one who has to live with him; whom I decide to let into my house is my decision alone. Gilbert, quit teasing my brother. You know how he takes everything too seriously."
"Hey!" America said as he realized he was insulted.
"Aw, but c'mon Matt, your brother is a perfect way for me to entertain myself."
"If you don't there will be no pancakes."
"But!"
"Or sex."
"How could you…!"
"Or even maple syrup!"
"That's not…!"
"TOGETHER!" Prussia's face blanched. Canada knew how to play his cards right.
"Fine." He finally sighed out. Matthew smirked and went to sit by the couch.
"Now if you both promise to act like civilized people, we can watch the end of the game together." Slowly, the two of them walked into the living room and took a seat on either side of the Canadian. The three of them were silent for a moment until Alfred spoke up.
"Hey, isn't that Team Canada playing?"
"Glad you finally noticed." Canada responded coolly.
"But what are my players doing on your team? D'you mean to say you couldn't find anyone in your country to represent you in the games, so you took my players to make your team?" America laughed while Prussia facepalmed and Canada felt a vein pop in his head.
"No, dumbass, you're the one who stole my players for the NHL. I just took them back so I could beat the crap out of your team during the Olympics."
"No way, man. Crosby's in one of my teams. He won the cup last year." Matthew felt as though he was trying to explain the laws of physics to a newborn.
"He's on your NHL team, not on Team USA! Since you can't find any decent players for your NHL teams, you always come and offer my players a bucket full of money and lure them into your teams. Since the Olympics are all about representing your country, I get them back and can kick your ass." Alfred was silent for a moment and Matthew finally thought his brother understood, until he opened his mouth again.
"Does that mean if I offer them American citizenship I could have them for the next game?" He asked innocently. Canada finally snapped and jumped at his brother, trying to strangle him after letting out a blood curling battle like cry. America backed away as Prussia grabbed his lover and tried to restrain him.
"YOU MORON! Esti d'câlisse de tabarnak d'enfouaré! T'es vraiment cave!"/ "You fuckin' son of a bitch! You're really stupid!" There were a few things that could make Matthew lash out like that. The first was when his brother insulted his culture. The second was when Alfred royally pissed him off. The third was when he stubbed his toe against a door. Luckily, Prussia wasn't responsible for any of those three, but it was still unnerving to see his usually polite lover go at it like this. Even though he found America to be the world's biggest fool, he didn't think it would be a good idea to let Canada obliterate him.
"J'ai câlissé ton osti d'Maison Blanche à terre pis c'pas juste ça que j'va faire la prochaine fois, mon tabarnak! Ma t'en câlisser une ben fort pis tu vas ben la r'ssentir!"/ "I put down your fuckin' White House and that's not all I'll do next time, you fucker! I'm gonna hit you so hard that you'll really feel it!" Gilbert almost felt like calling up Québec so he could hear his father figure swear off in their French, but he was currently struggling to hold Canada back, as he fought against his restraints.
"Yo, Mattie, relax, I was only joking. Sheesh, loosen up." Alfred put up his hands in surrender. Matthew glared at him for a moment longer, until he recomposed himself.
"I'm gonna beat the shit out of you. You mark my words." Canada hissed out.
"You better start running, Alfred. I don't think he's kidding." Prussia stated. Alfred said nothing and gulped nervously. He had forgotten how scary his brother could be at times. This ought to be an interesting weekend… He slowly edged back to the couch and brought back his gaze to the television. Long live hockey.
OWARI 10
TO BE CONTINUED
I realize I should have posted this one up earlier since USA beat Team Canada… Miller's one damn good goalie! But I will add this error of judgement in one of the next prompts for sure. (I'll probably post up the one on USA vs. Canada tomorrow and then type out the others that are done…)
Yeah, and there's no real translation for Québecois…
BUT HEY, GERMANY, WE'RE GONNA KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF ON TUESDAY AND FINLAND, OUR WOMEN ARE GONNA SCARE THE LIVING DAY LIGHTS OUTTA YOU SO BE PREPARED!
Thank you for so many kind comments.
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Started writing: February 19th 2010, 8:17am
Finished writing: February 19th 2010, 12:16pm
Started typing: February 21st 2010, 10:47pm
Finished typing: February 21st 2010, 11:30pm