A/n: My god it took me forever to come out with this and I apologize. Just Life and stuff y'know? And also not like I would rush my beta-er. She makes it so your eyes don't bleed, so I will never ask her to beta my story the moment I give it to her. Maybe give her a day. jk jk.

Please review and I hope you enjoy, there are some video's for examples and they are beautiful, and very interesting! Please watch them.

It was time. It was time for Alfred to finally show what he'd learned, what he uprooted his life for. Ivan wasn't there, and neither was his family or friends. He wouldn't be skating till after the younger groups, so they had plenty of time to show up. Honestly, he didn't want them to show up. He didn't want Ivan to see that he was nervous. He didn't want his mom to see him possibly fail, nor his brother and friends. What would his mom say if he didn't win, if he lied and went behind her back for nothing?

He had to win, that was his only option. If he didn't, they would look down on him as a loser. He wasn't a loser, he was a winner. Alfred sat down in the stands and watch the smaller children go. They were adorable as they skated with wide smiles on their faces. There were boy and girls of all ages, and they looked happy. Nervous, yes, but happy to be out to skate. Even when they wobbled as they glided on one leg trying to keep their small legs from falling from under them. Some were more excited than others; it was dependent on their confidence, obviously.

The ones who jumped without hesitation, even when they landed awkwardly, wobbled, and almost fell, did it again with the same energy. It was inspiring to see them, and Alfred felt his heart flutter excitedly. He felt his spirits lift, and wanted to be like them, those little children that loved every moment they had out on the ice.

He wanted to go out there on the ice and smile like that. He wanted to shine brightly. He sighed and closed his eyes, which was a mistake. The moment his eyes closed, he saw Ivan's face and eyes looking down on him. Mocking him, asking if he was seriously thinking he could be good enough. Alfred shook his head and grasped at his pants. He stood up, and he knew he was good enough. He would prove it.

Coach Winter walked over and signaled for him to follow. Alfred walked up to him and followed him to the changing room. When he opened the door, he saw Ivan sitting on one of the benches. He had a small bag next to him. His face held his usual smile, and he waved to Alfred.

"Sup?" Alfred asked, not bothering to greet the other properly.

"Humm? I came here to cheer you on, and even made some food for you. Try acting a little nicer Fredka?" Ivan asked, tilting his head, his childish grin growing.

Alfred knew Ivan was right, but what does he do now? Admit he was nervous? Fat chance.

"The food better be good!" Alfred said with a cocky smirk. He was putting on his best show of confidence, because he didn't need Ivan putting him down now.

"I think it will be. Do your best out there." Ivan said, getting up, but leaving the food. He walked by Alfred and turned his head ever so slightly. "Good luck~"

Alfred gulped, then put on his best grin. "I don't need luck." He said. Ivan stopped for a second, and he seemed to chuckle for a split second before leaving.

"Now, Alfred, you'll be up in a little bit, but keep calm and do the routine like you always do." Winter said. The man seemed to take out a notepad and paper.

"Yes coach. I'll go out there and win!" Alfred stated.

"No." Winter stated.

"No?" So he didn't want Alfred to win? What kind of coach was he? Wasn't winning the main point of Alfred joining.

"No...I want you to go out there and figure skate." Winter said.

"Uhh...I will?" Alfred said, feeling the commented was rather well...obvious.

"And enjoy it." Winter added.

Alfred's eyes widened for a moment, before softening as he smiled. "Sounds good."

Coach Winter smirked, and let Alfred get dressed into his outfit. Alfred smiled as he got dressed, feeling much more confident about his turn. He would do his best, and he was glad that Winter seemed happy with just that.

In his competition clothes, Alfred walked out of the locker room and looked to the ice rink. His eyes widened when he saw Feliciano skating across that ice, his arms out wide with a smile to match. He pulled his arms in and jumped up, and landed backwards. He brought his arms to his mouth a blew kisses to the crowd. He smiled, and went into a short spin before jumping out to glide across the ice.

Every movement was full of such positive energy. Every move, jump, spin, and wink, radiated his love of the sport. Alfred took a few steps forward, and watched intently because he didn't have a choice; he couldn't take his eyes off the other. The little Italian was quick, his jumps weren't big and his spins weren't extremely fast, but when his feet started moving across the ice, he looked like he was flying.

His final move; he took a fast lap around the rink, spread his arms out wide, and pulled one leg up into the air. He reached down to his foot with both arms, letting the other leg point straight up. He glided like that for a while, then spun as he brought the leg down and stood up normally. He put his arms up in the air to the crowd with a grand smile.

The music stopped and the crowd cheered. Alfred was tempted to clap, but he knew he shouldn't. Feliciano was his rival after all, so he couldn't clap for him, especially since he was next...he was next.

Alfred ran back to get his ice skates on, and to find coach Winter. He knew the man would direct him to where he could enter the rink. He heard his name called, and saw his brother and mother in the stands. He waved happily, but when he finally put his arm down from waving back, his smile faltered, and that feeling of uncertainty surfaced once again. He was pulled by Winter and given a quick tip.

"Go and skate." He commanded simply.

Alfred nodded and stepped out onto the ice. His hand was on the rink wall for a moment as he took a breath before pushing off. He skated to the middle, and waited for the music to start up. He looked out, and could see his mother, brother, and Ivan, watching from the stands. He wanted to make them proud... Well, he wanted to prove that he could follow through. Ivan was a little different though. He wanted to prove to Ivan and himself...that he could he could do anything he put his mind to. That he wasn't a half-ass loser.

The music started playing, it was the typical classical style music. It was pretty, but it did nothing to get his blood pumping. His expression stayed calm as he started to do his crossovers to gain speed. He started with a double Salchow, which he landed easily. His legs had become trained, and he knew what it felt like when he landed the jump correctly. It was perfect.

He readied for his next move; the camel spin*,which was balancing on one leg while the other extends backwards,[.] the key was keeping the knee above the hip when he spins. For Alfred, spins were fun, but they always got him pretty dizzy, which he loved in practice,but then would fall onto his butt. He couldn't do this here, though. He continued to perform a few more tricks, but something started to scrap away at his brain. When he watched Feliciano, he felt excited. he was enraptured with how the other skated. When he thought about what the audience was feeling as they watched, he thought...he must be so boring.

And Alfred F Jones was not boring. His next jump was the toe loop, so he took off with more power, and lifted up, faster, higher. He could hear the crowd gasp, and he smirked. He was up in the air, it felt great, but he had to land. He braced himself, and landed with a little more force than he should have, making some ice shavings fly as he skidded to a stop. He was probably going to get points taken away, but he didn't care.

He wanted to go faster, do the moves with more energy. He wanted to explode with his feelings and let everyone feel it. He wanted to let the audience feel his excitement, the high he got when he jumped or spun. Did they see him?

He went into a scratch spin, which was having a free leg crossed over the ankle of the leg spinning. He held his arms out wide, starting the spin slow, and started to bring his arms in creating a faster spin. He kept going faster, and it was making him dizzy. He didn't care, he wanted to go faster, do more. More.

He had to keep with the music though, and broke the spin to go into a sheep jump, which was a positional jump. It's an upward jump, no spinning, but just straight up. The kicker was Alfred had to bend both legs backwards, and arch his back. He soared when he leaped up, and brought his hands out, a large smile plastered on his face. Ivan sighed with a smirk.

"Fredka~" He murmured and watched Alfred in the air, and land for a split-second before losing his balance. Alfred's legs seemed to be swept from under him, and he landed harshly. The whole arena went silent, and some whispering could be heard grow as Alfred stood up. Ivan watched him closely, he would see now what kind of partner he was going to be working with.

Alfred was beyond embarrassed, and he felt he let his mom and brother down. He was a failure. He sighed, and stood up again. He took a moment to regain his composure, and figure out where he should be. He looked off to the side, and skated over to where he needed to be quickly. He glided, and with a strength he didn't know he had, he smiled his bright smile. Not the cocky one, but the one that said ' I'm free, I'm happy, I can do this'.

He pushed off and gained his speed, his routine was almost over, but he had to do the axel jump. He had to make up for his prior failure and finish what he started. He lifted off with a bright smile, you could almost hear his laughter. He landed gracefully, and the crowd cheered loudly for him. He looked out to his mom and brother to see him clapping for him. He chuckled a bit, then directed his attention to where Ivan was sitting. He had his head propped up on his hand, and with an expression that could only be described as...satisfied. Alfred tilted his head in confusion, but quickly exited the rink.

Coach Winter tugged harshly at Alfred's ear and pulled him to the locker room.

"Shouldn't I wait for the announcement?" Alfred asked nervously.

"No." Winter scolded.

"I kind of want to talk to my mom." Alfred added, hoping that would work.

"What were you thinking? Your routine was fine, why ruin it?" Winter asked, glaring ice daggers down at Alfred.

"I-I don't know! I got excited, and I wanted the audience to feel it."

"Alfred, I'm glad you like figure skating, but when you act stupid, you'll ruin your chances of winning. Let's hope you even place." He scolded.

"O-Ok." Alfred muttered. He was going to walk back out, when Winter handed him the bag of food Ivan made. Alfred looked at it curiously for a second before his stomach grumbled. He gave his thanks, and took out the food. It was mysterious, something he's never seen. He sniffed it before taking a bite. It was pretty good, and he took another bite.

"Go see your mom, and wait for the judge's announcement." Winter said as he walked by.

Alfred did as he was told, and took his skates off before racing to see his mom.

"That was a nice fall, but you did a great job." She said with a large smile. She looked proud.

"Good job, Alfred." Matthew said with a soft smile.

"Haha! Thanks! Hopefully I placed!" Alfred said with a light chuckle.

"This is a small event, I am sure you will Fredka." Ivan said softly as he appeared behind Alfred.

Alfred jerked up as a chill ran down his spine. "D-Dude!"

"Oh, hello Ivan." Alfred's mother chirped.

"Hello, how are you?" Ivan asked with a smile, and placed an arm over Alfred's shoulder.

"I am well Ivan, and how are you?" She asked, obviously pleased with the others courtesy.

"Very well, thank you. I hope you don't mind me taking Alfred for a moment." Ivan asked and pulled Alfred closer to his body.

"Wha-"

"Not at all!" She beamed.

"M-Mom."

"Thank you~" Ivan then pulled Alfred away, and back to the locker room.

"So...what's up?" Alfred asked a bit miffed.

"You did well, Fredka." Ivan commented.

"Woah, what? Haha! Did you see me fall on my ass?" Alfred asked, this must be some kind of joke that Ivan was planning.

"Da, I did, but you did well." Ivan commented with a small smile.

"...Uh, thanks." Alfred answered awkwardly.

"Ve~ There you are!" A chipper voice cheered.

Both Alfred and Ivan turned to the voice; it was Feliciano. He walked in with his bag, and huge smile. He shrank away from Ivan and walked over to Alfred. Alfred was a bit surprised, but was happy to know the other was as friendly as he thought he was.

"Hey there little dude! Great skate out there!" Alfred said excitedly. And held out his hand for a shake.

Feliciano's smile widened, and took Alfred's hand in both hands and shook it excitedly. Ivan just watched with a light smile, standing awkwardly to the side because Feliciano dared not look at him.

"Thanks! You too, I especially liked the end!" He chirped. And for some reason still wouldn't let go of the others hand.

"Haha, when I fell?" Alfred asked. He was pretty sure he was the only one to fall, at least in his age group.

Feliciano shook his head quickly. "No no! When you really got into the skating! You looked really happy, it made me feel happy. I'm sorry you fell, are you hurt? Do you need some ice?" Feliciano asked worriedly.

Ivan watched for a moment and noticed Alfred seemed lost on how to handle the very clingy, and sweet Feliciano. "N-No dude! I'm fine! No worries!" He chuckled a bit.

"Ve~, I'm glad. Maybe someday we should skate together?"

"Together? I- woah!" Alfred was suddenly pulled back, and torn from Feliciano's grip. Ivan smirked and rested his chin on Alfred's shoulder, eying the now-cowering Italian.

"Nyet, he is my partner. Sorry~" Ivan said, with glinting violet eyes.

"I-I didn't know. You guys will make great partners!" He said with a shaky smile.

Alfred took a step away from Ivan, not liking the new clingy Ivan who seemed hell-bent on making things awkward. He would actually like to become friends with Feliciano, but Ivan's creepy attitude was ruining any chance he had of even talking to Feliciano again. The poor thing looked ready to piss his pants and run.

"Look, I don't know about skating together, cause I've never actually skated with a partner, but we should hang out." Alfred answered with a smile, and it seemed to calm the other down.

"Sounds great! Here! I will give you my number!" Feliciano chirped and got out his phone.

"Sure!" Alfred said, and did the same. Again Ivan stood by the side, watching them.

For some reason, he didn't like this. He didn't like them being so friendly with each other, most of the reason being that it didn't make sense. They were rivals now. They were going to meet again, and compete against one another. Why would they want to become friends?

They exchanged numbers, both smiling as they did. Ivan hated that. " You must be excited about winning, Feliciano." Ivan stated.

"Eh? Winning? Oh! The competition..." Feliciano said, and seemed to space out.

"Yeah, you'll win for sure!" Alfred commented, and that took Ivan aback.

"Ve~ I forget about winning. I really just love to go out and skate." Feliciano said, coming back from his daze.

"Dude! I want to be like that!"

"You two are...very odd." Ivan stated with a chuckle.

Alfred stuck his tongue out. "Whatever dude!"

Suddenly, they heard the judges making the announcement, and Alfred and Feliciano looked to each other before smirking. They went to the door and walked out together with their head held high.

The announcements came:

"In third place! Alfred F Jones."

"In second place! Alex Smith."

"...and in first place! Feliciano Vargas!"

The boys went up to get their medals, and Alfred couldn't help but sigh in disappointment. He would have at least wanted second, but he was lucky he placed at all. This was a small event, and it wasn't very serious. He looked out to the crowd and saw his mom and brother clapping with smiles. At least they were proud of him.

He got his medal, and walked over to Winter. "I'll do better next time."

" As you should. You should never be satisfied, but you did well for your first event. We'll work on developing a routine that will allow you to express yourself better." Winter stated.

"Really! Awesome! Thanks coach!" Alfred smiled, and then ran over to his family.

"Not too shabby, honey!" His mom cheered.

"Thanks! I'll get better and get first place from now on!" Alfred said happily.

"Haha, as you should. Oh, and Arthur will be coming over to help you tomorrow with your English." His mother stated.

Alfred's eyes widened, and a dusting of pink found it's ways to his cheeks. "O-Okay."

Matthew noticed his brother's reaction, and couldn't help but sigh. He felt things were going to get messier as Alfred progressed.

Camel spin- A basic one: http: / www .youtube .com/ watch? v=clSmgMKk9Cs

The most Pro Camel Spin you will ever see: http :/ www. Youtube .com/ watch? v=xdoAhKyPv2g

Ex. of routines, these are adorable and the last one I think reminds me of how Italy would skate, or if it were Spain, but I don't know if Spain would be an ice skater in this story. In due time.

Http:/ www. Youtube. Com/ watch? v=LtGteaKmNko

http:/ www. Youtube. Com/ watch? v=Zpk7Cw0exRk

http:/ www. Youtube. Com/ watch? v=N9UHTwhCNuY

Special thanks to my beta-er Eva Hazuki, cause I really suck...and I'm really a lost cause...grammatically. Spelling too...