Author's Note: Okay, peops. First things first, I do not own anybody here except for my own characters.
Finally, we're getting into some of the action in this chapter.
- Rose
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Chapter 2
Sakura waved as Mr. Allen disappeared into the elevator, leaving the Rouge Blizzards and The Demolition Boys alone.
A few moments passed in silence with the two teams measuring eachother out. Even the crickets had shut up.
"Anisha? Can we go to our rooms now?" Zack asked.
"Sure."
Zack and Darry turned around and headed off to Room #14 on the other side of the hall way. They went inside and shut the door softly, but loud enough to be heard.
Sakura shifted her weight from foot to foot. She'd heard that the Demolition Boys had a bad, tough reputation and she didn't like being the empty hallway alone with them. Sure, there was Anisha, but it's three on two.
Sakura mentally slapped herself. She was being paranoid.
But, still she'd love to run to her room. If only the Russians weren't blocking the way . . . Little did Sakura know, Anisha was thinking the same thing.
'Move . . . ' Anisha muttered inside her brain. She was trying to think of something to say. She was also searching Tala's face, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
She noticed that he still had a smirk on his face and looked slightly amused.
Finally, she just decided that the best thing to say was 'Excuse us, you're blocking our way.'
She opened her mouth, but what came out was: "So, you guys are from Russia?"
"Yes." Bryon replied, dryly. "You guys are from Canada?"
" . . . yeah . . . " Anisha murmered. This was getting hard. "Excited about the tournement?" That was the best thing she could think of.
Tala crossed his arms over his chest and smiled smugly at her. He looked ready to laugh out loud.
'He knows that I'm not comfortable . . . Who would be? These guys have a dangerous reputation!' Anisha thought.
"Sure." Tala answered. "We're looking forward to it. Especially kicking the All Starz asses. We're not on good terms with them. Oh, and we're gonna beat you, too."
Anisha looked up and smirked, but this time, it came naturally. "Oh, really?" she asked.
Tala nodded. Spencer rolled his eyes like it was no big deal.
"I'd like to see you try." Anisha stated. She suddenly felt Sakura tap her shoulder. Anisha turned around to be met with a warning look. Anisha turned back toward the Russians.
"Look, I'd love to stay and practise my trash-talking with you, but we've really got to get to our room."
"Sure." Tala stepped aside and his team members also backed off.
Anisha walked through them with Sakura staying beside her. Sakura looked totally calm, but she couldn't wait to get into their room.
When Anisha opened the door, Sakura ran in. Anisha threw the Demolition Boys, especially Tala, one more confidant smirk that easily said 'Bring It On.'
She walked inside and shut the door.
Tala looked at the door. "Room #4," he stated.
"I thought our room was #6?" Bryon asked.
"No, you idiot," Tala said. "Her room is #4. Keep that in mind."
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Anisha quickly threw herself onto her bed and started laughing into the pillows, unaware of the 'What-were-you-thinking?!' look that Sakura was giving her from her own bed.
Anisha looked up. She was still giggling a bit. She sat up cross-legged on the bed. "What?" she asked, giving her best-friend an innocent looked.
Sakura, who was laying down, sighed. "You like him." She stated. "You are a nut. You like him. Those Russians have a bad reputation. And you have a crush on the *captain.*"
Anisha blinked. "He's cute," she said. She grinned. "Muscular, too." She stared at the cieling and a smile began to form across her lips.
"You mean you *do* have a crush on Tala?" Sakura asked. Disbelief was all over her face.
Anisha looked at her and raised eye-brow. "You just asked me that . . ." she said.
"But, I was joking about the crush part!" Sakura exclaimed. She was looking at her best-friend as if Anisha had grown another head. "What are you thinking?!"
"Aww, come on . . . " Anisha trailed off. She smiled, reassuringly. "It's just a crush. Besides, he can't be any worse than Eddy, can he?"
"How long were you with Eddy again?" Sakura asked. She could remember a bunch of little things about Eddy and Anisha's relationship. But, what what most clear was the break-up. Or what came right after it.
Sakura had been doing some stretches in the women's locker room in the gym where they'd been training with the All Starz.
Suddenly, Anisha had burst into the room, looking angry and frustrated. She had walked around the room, not answering to Sakura who was asking her what had happened. Then, she threw a dumb bell across the room and sat down on the bench. Then, she said the words 'It's Over.'
Anisha had gotten over Eddy pretty quickly, and that had annoyed Eddy to no end. For some reason, he was always trying to get her back.
"About two and half weeks." Anisha answered. She shrugged. "Hey, have we checked the answering machine?"
"No."
"Wanna check it?"
"No."
"Good."
"Good."
Silence.
"Sakura, I'm not in love with him!"
Sakura sighed. "Fine, but I just want you to be careful. You can't trash talk those guys . . . "
"I can't promise you that."
Sakura smirked. "Fine, but make sure you know your limits. Now, let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."
Anisha grinned and jumped up off the bed.
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Anisha looked around the restaurent. It'd been her idea to get room service, but Zack had barged in just as she was about to pick up the phone. He'd started talking about how 'they had to talk stradegy and that he was in Toronto enough, so let's go to the restaurent next door!'
Here they were, but it didn't seem as if they'd be talking stradegy any time soon.
It was a quaint little restaurent, but it still had people.
Anisha noted how the only decent table that was available was the one right next to the table where the White Tiger Team was sitting.
"Well, so much for talking stradegy," Darry said as if reading her mind.
The Rouge Blizzards went over and sat down.
"Hi!" Mariah imediatley said. "Aren't you guys the Canadian National Team? What was the name? Red Blizzard?"
"Rouge Blizzards. White Tigers, right?" Zack asked.
"Yup, the guys from China." Kevin answered, smiling back.
"And we're the guys from Japan!"
The two teams turned around to be greeted by the BladeBreakers at the table on Rouge Blizzards' Other Side.
"Hey . . . " Anisha said, smiling weakly.
"So, should I introduce you to the team?" Tyson asked.
"No, we know who you all are. And we already introduced ourselves to you, right? Yes, we did." Sakura said.
"Can we go back to the hotel now? This restaurent is annoying . . . " Kai mumbled.
Sakura laughed. "Hey, maybe Anisha and Kai ought to start a club."
Anisha snorted. Kai rolled his eyes. Sakura and Tyson laughed.
"You guys are the weakest links." Anisha muttered for no apparent reason. "Maybe you should start a "Annoy the Hell Out of The Captian Club."
"Anisha, you're so mean . . . " Sakura said with a small pout. She started grinning. "Oh, well. Maybe we will."
"Every team has the one guy or girl who never shuts up . . . " Darry muttered.
Zack laughed. "Hey, let's make it a game. 'Spot the Annoying Chatterbox,'" he said a joking way.
Sakura giggled, but Tyson . . .
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Tyson asked. "You wanna have a match right now?!"
Zack raised an eye-brow and smirked. "No, I'll wait to kick your ass at the tournement."
"No! I-" Tyson started.
"Tyson, calm down." Kenny muttered.
"I will not calm down!"
Zack rolled his eyes. "Loser." he muttered.
That did it for Tyson. He started charging at Zack, but the rest of his team kept him back.
Anisha glared at Zack. "Zack, appologise."
Zack gazed back at his cousin, and he blinked twice, in a cute adorable way.
But, it didn't really help with Anisha. "Zack . . . " she said, a warning in her voice.
Zack rolled his eyes. "Oh, alright. I'm sorry." He said to Tyson. "I was just kidding around, you know."
"Every country we go to, you always get into a fight with at least one member from the national team," Dizzy said.
Tyson didn't reply. "Whatever," he muttered after a awhile of grouching.
"So, we're cool?" Zack asked.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great. So, now, let's talk about the tournement!" Zack said brightly. "So, everybody's staying for the tournement in my hometown, Montreal?"
"Yup." Max replied. "The only place I've ever visited in Quebec was Quebec city. Is Montreal cool?"
Zack grinned. "*I'm* from Montreal and of course, it's cool. My hometown is the largest french-speaking city in Canada and the second largest french-speaking city in the world-!"
"Paris is #1." A voice said.
Zack whipped around and glared at Oliver. Then, he got up and stood nose-to-nose with him.
"No one interrupts me when I'm being patriotic." Zack said.
Smiling to herself, Anisha sat back and watched Zack and Oliver and then let her eyes run over the rest of the European team. She caught Robert's eye and smirked.
The Brit raised his eye-brow. Anisha almost laughed out loud and went back to watching the two French guys.
Oliver smiled. "Oh, sorry. Continue then."
Zack rolled his eyes, still looking a bit ticked. He sat back down, muttering something about "losing momentum."
Oliver and the Majestics sat down at the table that was behind the White Tigers and diagonal to the Rouge Blizzards.
Sakura turned to Anisha and whispered so that only she could hear. "Hey, An, remember that joke?"
"What joke?"
"The one you and Zack cooked up."
"Huh?"
"It begins 'Why does Canada speak English and French?'"
Anisha suddenly sat up straight and started laughing.
"What? What is it?" Tyson asked.
Sakura smiled. "It's a joke. And I was just about to dare Anisha to tell it to the teams here."
Anisha stopped laughing. "No."
"What joke?" Zack asked.
"The one that begins 'Why does Canada speak English and French?'"
Zack also started laughing. He stopped after a moment. "You can't tell that to a-"
"What joke?" Darry asked.
Zack whispered the joke to Darry and Sakura started pestering Anisha to tell everybody. The Rouge Blizzards seemed to be unaware that all the other teams, plus a few other people in the restaurent were watching them.
Darry jumped up once Zack had finished. "Eeeeeeeewwwwwww!!" he moaned loudly. He shook his head at Zack who was still laughing. "Dammit, you are gross! Excuse me, I'm gonna go puke and then wash my brain out with soap. Argh! Disgusting . . . " Darry left.
Zack looked at Anisha and Sakura. "He must've imagined two lands masses smashing against eachother at the end."
Even Sakura grimaced.
"Fine, I'll tell the damn joke, but right after Darry comes back."
"Why wait for Darry?" Johnny asked.
"Because," Anisha said. "Robert and Oliver might take it as as insult and pummel the hell out of me."
"I don't hit girls." Robert muttered.
"I'm not a girl; I'm a woman," was the reply from Anisha.
"I don't hit ladies." The Brit replied.
Anisha snorted. "Robert, do I seem very lady-like to you?"
Robert stared at her. "I don't hit females."
"Now, that is just sexist." Anisha replied evenly. "I don't hesitate to hit males. I don't slap them either; I punch them."
Darry came back and sat down.
"Great, Darry's back. Now, tell the damn joke already!" Tyson said.
Zack smirked.
"Okay," Anisha began. She had the teams undivided attention. "Rated . . . R. One night, when Zack was over, we were all in my living room. Ya know, me, Zack, my sister, our cousin. It was late and I wanted to go to sleep. We were finished with scary stories and everything, so out of the blue, Zack goes: 'Why does Canada speak English and French?'
So, I reply, 'Because Britain and France are our mother-countries.'
Zack says, 'So, they're like or parents?'
I say, 'Yeah, England's like the mom, France's like the dad, and Canada's like the kid.' Where did I get the genders from, you ask? Nobody knows, I just got them.
Then, Zack is silent for a moment. Then, he says: 'So, France and England had sex?'"
The four tables erupted in laughter and "EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!s"
At the Majestics' table, Johnny and Enrique were laughing so hard, they were almost crying. Robert had his face down, but he was shaking his head and was massaging his forehead. Oliver was grinning, but shaking his head. Enrique punched him lightly in the shoulder, and Oliver laughed.
Grinning to herself, Anisha got up.
"Come on, let's get outta here." She said to Sakura. "I don't think Robert's too happy."
"Great!" Sakura said, jumping up. "Watch out, room service!"
"I swear I'm going to drive them mad . . . " Anisha muttered as they stepped out of the restaurent.
"Gonna break last night's record, eh?" Sakura asked.
They laughed and joked the whole way back to the hotel.
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" . . . hope you arrived safely in Canada," Tala read aloud in Russian. He was reading aloud from the letter they had for the Demolition Boys at the front desk.
Tala continued to read. "I know you will do very well in the Canadian tournements, but I want to wish you luck and I advise you to take these Canadians seriously."
Tala was interupted by Bryon who snorted and Spencer who laughed out loud. Tala looked at them and raised an eye-brow.
Spencer stopped laughing and looked at their captain. "What?" he asked. Tala only stared evenly back at him. "Look, I'm sorry, but Canada's like the big, jolly nation and you'd expect Canada's team to be jolly, nice and very peace-keeping-like. They'd probably lose on purpose just to avoid making any enemies."
"Spencer, I don't think very much of Canada's team, but that last bit was just crap." Bryon said to Spencer.
"Fine, but you agree that they'll be the big, happy, peace-keeping, sweet, little girl-type-" Spencer started.
"Spencer." Tala said with a warning in his voice.
Spencer and Bryon looked at him. Bryon cocked an eye-brow.
"Do you know what would happen if Canada tries to take over the world and starts by attacking, oh I dunno . . . Whatever, any country?" Tala asked.
Tala got double blinks from both his team mates.
"If the country being attacked phones up the UN or tries to tell the rest of the world that Canada is attacking them, the rest of the world would probably laugh it off. Why? Because, they all think of Canada the way you two do.
These guys have amazing fighters. The world just doesn't get to see it, because Canada doesn't pick fights with every nation it sees. The fighter that fights the most is *not* the strongest fighter. Just like that, the fighter that fights the least isn't the weakest.
I think we should take our coach's advice." Tala finished.
Spencer looked sulky. "Okay." He muttered. He reached for a Molsen Canadian from the box he had picked up.
Bryon stared at him. "Wha-? Spencer, are you gonna drink that?!"
Spencer shrugged like it was nothing. "I ran out of vodka." he said. He then started gulping down the Molsen Canadian.
Bryon just shooked his head. "I'm not even going to ask."
'He is going to be in so much trouble . . . ' Rolling his eyes, Tala started reading from the letter again.
"Train hard, try your best and don't only focus on beating the All Starz to hell and back. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Once again, take the Rouge Blizzards seriously. A journalist once described Canada as wall flower. All she needs to show off her skills is a partner.
All Canada needs to show off it's fighting skills by beating a country up is a bad temper (and maybe the UN's permission)."
Spencer and Bryon laughed, and Tala continued to read.
"All the Rouge Blizzards need to show off *their* skills is someone to piss them off. Signed, Lina." Tala finished.
"You know, Lina has a point, though." Bryon said, thoughtfully. "We shouldn't be taking them lightly. Remember what happened at the 1972 Canada-USSR Hockey Series?"
"I wasn't born back then."
"Whatever. They take their games seriously. Or so it seems. We shouldn't be taking them lightly." Bryon replied.
"Right!" Spencer said. He was holding an empty bottle. And there were three others around him.
Tala rolled his eyes and Bryon smacked himself on his forehead, and muttered something.
"Anyway," Tala said to mostly Bryon, throwing Spencer a disapproving look. "I think we should take them on with full-power." He looked at the letter.
"Wall flower . . . All she needs to show off her skills is a partner." Tala muttered. He glanced out the window and saw Anisha and Sakura making their way to the hotel.
Then he grinned. "Canada wants a partner, I know a country who'll dance with her."
Bryon grinned back.
It would have been a very evil-like moment, if Spencer had not exclaimed: "I know who you're talking about!" Ignoring the disbelieving looks that his team members were giving him, he yelled: "It's America, right?!"
Bryon slapped Spencer's head. "He means Russia, you drunken bastard! . . . so annoying . . . "
Spencer didn't know when to shut up. "Hey, wait . . . That doesn't make any sense . . . Since when did Russia-"
He was cut off when Bryon did a sleeper hold on him. Spencer fainted and Tala stared in shock.
"Is he going to be alright?" Tala asked.
"He'll be fine in the morning." Bryon replied.
Tala looked at him and raised an eye-brow.
"Well, he'll be fine eventually," Bryon said.
Tala gave him an odd look.
"He'll be fine before the tournement starts!" Bryon snapped.
"Good."
The End of Chapter 2
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A.N. Hi, everybody! REVIEW OR ELSE!!!! BTW, the wallflower thing was in an article. You can find it at Patriotism Canada. I'll post the address as soon as I find it.
- Rose Silverstein
Finally, we're getting into some of the action in this chapter.
- Rose
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Chapter 2
Sakura waved as Mr. Allen disappeared into the elevator, leaving the Rouge Blizzards and The Demolition Boys alone.
A few moments passed in silence with the two teams measuring eachother out. Even the crickets had shut up.
"Anisha? Can we go to our rooms now?" Zack asked.
"Sure."
Zack and Darry turned around and headed off to Room #14 on the other side of the hall way. They went inside and shut the door softly, but loud enough to be heard.
Sakura shifted her weight from foot to foot. She'd heard that the Demolition Boys had a bad, tough reputation and she didn't like being the empty hallway alone with them. Sure, there was Anisha, but it's three on two.
Sakura mentally slapped herself. She was being paranoid.
But, still she'd love to run to her room. If only the Russians weren't blocking the way . . . Little did Sakura know, Anisha was thinking the same thing.
'Move . . . ' Anisha muttered inside her brain. She was trying to think of something to say. She was also searching Tala's face, trying to figure out what he was thinking.
She noticed that he still had a smirk on his face and looked slightly amused.
Finally, she just decided that the best thing to say was 'Excuse us, you're blocking our way.'
She opened her mouth, but what came out was: "So, you guys are from Russia?"
"Yes." Bryon replied, dryly. "You guys are from Canada?"
" . . . yeah . . . " Anisha murmered. This was getting hard. "Excited about the tournement?" That was the best thing she could think of.
Tala crossed his arms over his chest and smiled smugly at her. He looked ready to laugh out loud.
'He knows that I'm not comfortable . . . Who would be? These guys have a dangerous reputation!' Anisha thought.
"Sure." Tala answered. "We're looking forward to it. Especially kicking the All Starz asses. We're not on good terms with them. Oh, and we're gonna beat you, too."
Anisha looked up and smirked, but this time, it came naturally. "Oh, really?" she asked.
Tala nodded. Spencer rolled his eyes like it was no big deal.
"I'd like to see you try." Anisha stated. She suddenly felt Sakura tap her shoulder. Anisha turned around to be met with a warning look. Anisha turned back toward the Russians.
"Look, I'd love to stay and practise my trash-talking with you, but we've really got to get to our room."
"Sure." Tala stepped aside and his team members also backed off.
Anisha walked through them with Sakura staying beside her. Sakura looked totally calm, but she couldn't wait to get into their room.
When Anisha opened the door, Sakura ran in. Anisha threw the Demolition Boys, especially Tala, one more confidant smirk that easily said 'Bring It On.'
She walked inside and shut the door.
Tala looked at the door. "Room #4," he stated.
"I thought our room was #6?" Bryon asked.
"No, you idiot," Tala said. "Her room is #4. Keep that in mind."
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Anisha quickly threw herself onto her bed and started laughing into the pillows, unaware of the 'What-were-you-thinking?!' look that Sakura was giving her from her own bed.
Anisha looked up. She was still giggling a bit. She sat up cross-legged on the bed. "What?" she asked, giving her best-friend an innocent looked.
Sakura, who was laying down, sighed. "You like him." She stated. "You are a nut. You like him. Those Russians have a bad reputation. And you have a crush on the *captain.*"
Anisha blinked. "He's cute," she said. She grinned. "Muscular, too." She stared at the cieling and a smile began to form across her lips.
"You mean you *do* have a crush on Tala?" Sakura asked. Disbelief was all over her face.
Anisha looked at her and raised eye-brow. "You just asked me that . . ." she said.
"But, I was joking about the crush part!" Sakura exclaimed. She was looking at her best-friend as if Anisha had grown another head. "What are you thinking?!"
"Aww, come on . . . " Anisha trailed off. She smiled, reassuringly. "It's just a crush. Besides, he can't be any worse than Eddy, can he?"
"How long were you with Eddy again?" Sakura asked. She could remember a bunch of little things about Eddy and Anisha's relationship. But, what what most clear was the break-up. Or what came right after it.
Sakura had been doing some stretches in the women's locker room in the gym where they'd been training with the All Starz.
Suddenly, Anisha had burst into the room, looking angry and frustrated. She had walked around the room, not answering to Sakura who was asking her what had happened. Then, she threw a dumb bell across the room and sat down on the bench. Then, she said the words 'It's Over.'
Anisha had gotten over Eddy pretty quickly, and that had annoyed Eddy to no end. For some reason, he was always trying to get her back.
"About two and half weeks." Anisha answered. She shrugged. "Hey, have we checked the answering machine?"
"No."
"Wanna check it?"
"No."
"Good."
"Good."
Silence.
"Sakura, I'm not in love with him!"
Sakura sighed. "Fine, but I just want you to be careful. You can't trash talk those guys . . . "
"I can't promise you that."
Sakura smirked. "Fine, but make sure you know your limits. Now, let's go get something to eat. I'm starving."
Anisha grinned and jumped up off the bed.
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Anisha looked around the restaurent. It'd been her idea to get room service, but Zack had barged in just as she was about to pick up the phone. He'd started talking about how 'they had to talk stradegy and that he was in Toronto enough, so let's go to the restaurent next door!'
Here they were, but it didn't seem as if they'd be talking stradegy any time soon.
It was a quaint little restaurent, but it still had people.
Anisha noted how the only decent table that was available was the one right next to the table where the White Tiger Team was sitting.
"Well, so much for talking stradegy," Darry said as if reading her mind.
The Rouge Blizzards went over and sat down.
"Hi!" Mariah imediatley said. "Aren't you guys the Canadian National Team? What was the name? Red Blizzard?"
"Rouge Blizzards. White Tigers, right?" Zack asked.
"Yup, the guys from China." Kevin answered, smiling back.
"And we're the guys from Japan!"
The two teams turned around to be greeted by the BladeBreakers at the table on Rouge Blizzards' Other Side.
"Hey . . . " Anisha said, smiling weakly.
"So, should I introduce you to the team?" Tyson asked.
"No, we know who you all are. And we already introduced ourselves to you, right? Yes, we did." Sakura said.
"Can we go back to the hotel now? This restaurent is annoying . . . " Kai mumbled.
Sakura laughed. "Hey, maybe Anisha and Kai ought to start a club."
Anisha snorted. Kai rolled his eyes. Sakura and Tyson laughed.
"You guys are the weakest links." Anisha muttered for no apparent reason. "Maybe you should start a "Annoy the Hell Out of The Captian Club."
"Anisha, you're so mean . . . " Sakura said with a small pout. She started grinning. "Oh, well. Maybe we will."
"Every team has the one guy or girl who never shuts up . . . " Darry muttered.
Zack laughed. "Hey, let's make it a game. 'Spot the Annoying Chatterbox,'" he said a joking way.
Sakura giggled, but Tyson . . .
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Tyson asked. "You wanna have a match right now?!"
Zack raised an eye-brow and smirked. "No, I'll wait to kick your ass at the tournement."
"No! I-" Tyson started.
"Tyson, calm down." Kenny muttered.
"I will not calm down!"
Zack rolled his eyes. "Loser." he muttered.
That did it for Tyson. He started charging at Zack, but the rest of his team kept him back.
Anisha glared at Zack. "Zack, appologise."
Zack gazed back at his cousin, and he blinked twice, in a cute adorable way.
But, it didn't really help with Anisha. "Zack . . . " she said, a warning in her voice.
Zack rolled his eyes. "Oh, alright. I'm sorry." He said to Tyson. "I was just kidding around, you know."
"Every country we go to, you always get into a fight with at least one member from the national team," Dizzy said.
Tyson didn't reply. "Whatever," he muttered after a awhile of grouching.
"So, we're cool?" Zack asked.
"Yeah, sure."
"Great. So, now, let's talk about the tournement!" Zack said brightly. "So, everybody's staying for the tournement in my hometown, Montreal?"
"Yup." Max replied. "The only place I've ever visited in Quebec was Quebec city. Is Montreal cool?"
Zack grinned. "*I'm* from Montreal and of course, it's cool. My hometown is the largest french-speaking city in Canada and the second largest french-speaking city in the world-!"
"Paris is #1." A voice said.
Zack whipped around and glared at Oliver. Then, he got up and stood nose-to-nose with him.
"No one interrupts me when I'm being patriotic." Zack said.
Smiling to herself, Anisha sat back and watched Zack and Oliver and then let her eyes run over the rest of the European team. She caught Robert's eye and smirked.
The Brit raised his eye-brow. Anisha almost laughed out loud and went back to watching the two French guys.
Oliver smiled. "Oh, sorry. Continue then."
Zack rolled his eyes, still looking a bit ticked. He sat back down, muttering something about "losing momentum."
Oliver and the Majestics sat down at the table that was behind the White Tigers and diagonal to the Rouge Blizzards.
Sakura turned to Anisha and whispered so that only she could hear. "Hey, An, remember that joke?"
"What joke?"
"The one you and Zack cooked up."
"Huh?"
"It begins 'Why does Canada speak English and French?'"
Anisha suddenly sat up straight and started laughing.
"What? What is it?" Tyson asked.
Sakura smiled. "It's a joke. And I was just about to dare Anisha to tell it to the teams here."
Anisha stopped laughing. "No."
"What joke?" Zack asked.
"The one that begins 'Why does Canada speak English and French?'"
Zack also started laughing. He stopped after a moment. "You can't tell that to a-"
"What joke?" Darry asked.
Zack whispered the joke to Darry and Sakura started pestering Anisha to tell everybody. The Rouge Blizzards seemed to be unaware that all the other teams, plus a few other people in the restaurent were watching them.
Darry jumped up once Zack had finished. "Eeeeeeeewwwwwww!!" he moaned loudly. He shook his head at Zack who was still laughing. "Dammit, you are gross! Excuse me, I'm gonna go puke and then wash my brain out with soap. Argh! Disgusting . . . " Darry left.
Zack looked at Anisha and Sakura. "He must've imagined two lands masses smashing against eachother at the end."
Even Sakura grimaced.
"Fine, I'll tell the damn joke, but right after Darry comes back."
"Why wait for Darry?" Johnny asked.
"Because," Anisha said. "Robert and Oliver might take it as as insult and pummel the hell out of me."
"I don't hit girls." Robert muttered.
"I'm not a girl; I'm a woman," was the reply from Anisha.
"I don't hit ladies." The Brit replied.
Anisha snorted. "Robert, do I seem very lady-like to you?"
Robert stared at her. "I don't hit females."
"Now, that is just sexist." Anisha replied evenly. "I don't hesitate to hit males. I don't slap them either; I punch them."
Darry came back and sat down.
"Great, Darry's back. Now, tell the damn joke already!" Tyson said.
Zack smirked.
"Okay," Anisha began. She had the teams undivided attention. "Rated . . . R. One night, when Zack was over, we were all in my living room. Ya know, me, Zack, my sister, our cousin. It was late and I wanted to go to sleep. We were finished with scary stories and everything, so out of the blue, Zack goes: 'Why does Canada speak English and French?'
So, I reply, 'Because Britain and France are our mother-countries.'
Zack says, 'So, they're like or parents?'
I say, 'Yeah, England's like the mom, France's like the dad, and Canada's like the kid.' Where did I get the genders from, you ask? Nobody knows, I just got them.
Then, Zack is silent for a moment. Then, he says: 'So, France and England had sex?'"
The four tables erupted in laughter and "EEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!s"
At the Majestics' table, Johnny and Enrique were laughing so hard, they were almost crying. Robert had his face down, but he was shaking his head and was massaging his forehead. Oliver was grinning, but shaking his head. Enrique punched him lightly in the shoulder, and Oliver laughed.
Grinning to herself, Anisha got up.
"Come on, let's get outta here." She said to Sakura. "I don't think Robert's too happy."
"Great!" Sakura said, jumping up. "Watch out, room service!"
"I swear I'm going to drive them mad . . . " Anisha muttered as they stepped out of the restaurent.
"Gonna break last night's record, eh?" Sakura asked.
They laughed and joked the whole way back to the hotel.
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" . . . hope you arrived safely in Canada," Tala read aloud in Russian. He was reading aloud from the letter they had for the Demolition Boys at the front desk.
Tala continued to read. "I know you will do very well in the Canadian tournements, but I want to wish you luck and I advise you to take these Canadians seriously."
Tala was interupted by Bryon who snorted and Spencer who laughed out loud. Tala looked at them and raised an eye-brow.
Spencer stopped laughing and looked at their captain. "What?" he asked. Tala only stared evenly back at him. "Look, I'm sorry, but Canada's like the big, jolly nation and you'd expect Canada's team to be jolly, nice and very peace-keeping-like. They'd probably lose on purpose just to avoid making any enemies."
"Spencer, I don't think very much of Canada's team, but that last bit was just crap." Bryon said to Spencer.
"Fine, but you agree that they'll be the big, happy, peace-keeping, sweet, little girl-type-" Spencer started.
"Spencer." Tala said with a warning in his voice.
Spencer and Bryon looked at him. Bryon cocked an eye-brow.
"Do you know what would happen if Canada tries to take over the world and starts by attacking, oh I dunno . . . Whatever, any country?" Tala asked.
Tala got double blinks from both his team mates.
"If the country being attacked phones up the UN or tries to tell the rest of the world that Canada is attacking them, the rest of the world would probably laugh it off. Why? Because, they all think of Canada the way you two do.
These guys have amazing fighters. The world just doesn't get to see it, because Canada doesn't pick fights with every nation it sees. The fighter that fights the most is *not* the strongest fighter. Just like that, the fighter that fights the least isn't the weakest.
I think we should take our coach's advice." Tala finished.
Spencer looked sulky. "Okay." He muttered. He reached for a Molsen Canadian from the box he had picked up.
Bryon stared at him. "Wha-? Spencer, are you gonna drink that?!"
Spencer shrugged like it was nothing. "I ran out of vodka." he said. He then started gulping down the Molsen Canadian.
Bryon just shooked his head. "I'm not even going to ask."
'He is going to be in so much trouble . . . ' Rolling his eyes, Tala started reading from the letter again.
"Train hard, try your best and don't only focus on beating the All Starz to hell and back. I'll be there as soon as I can.
Once again, take the Rouge Blizzards seriously. A journalist once described Canada as wall flower. All she needs to show off her skills is a partner.
All Canada needs to show off it's fighting skills by beating a country up is a bad temper (and maybe the UN's permission)."
Spencer and Bryon laughed, and Tala continued to read.
"All the Rouge Blizzards need to show off *their* skills is someone to piss them off. Signed, Lina." Tala finished.
"You know, Lina has a point, though." Bryon said, thoughtfully. "We shouldn't be taking them lightly. Remember what happened at the 1972 Canada-USSR Hockey Series?"
"I wasn't born back then."
"Whatever. They take their games seriously. Or so it seems. We shouldn't be taking them lightly." Bryon replied.
"Right!" Spencer said. He was holding an empty bottle. And there were three others around him.
Tala rolled his eyes and Bryon smacked himself on his forehead, and muttered something.
"Anyway," Tala said to mostly Bryon, throwing Spencer a disapproving look. "I think we should take them on with full-power." He looked at the letter.
"Wall flower . . . All she needs to show off her skills is a partner." Tala muttered. He glanced out the window and saw Anisha and Sakura making their way to the hotel.
Then he grinned. "Canada wants a partner, I know a country who'll dance with her."
Bryon grinned back.
It would have been a very evil-like moment, if Spencer had not exclaimed: "I know who you're talking about!" Ignoring the disbelieving looks that his team members were giving him, he yelled: "It's America, right?!"
Bryon slapped Spencer's head. "He means Russia, you drunken bastard! . . . so annoying . . . "
Spencer didn't know when to shut up. "Hey, wait . . . That doesn't make any sense . . . Since when did Russia-"
He was cut off when Bryon did a sleeper hold on him. Spencer fainted and Tala stared in shock.
"Is he going to be alright?" Tala asked.
"He'll be fine in the morning." Bryon replied.
Tala looked at him and raised an eye-brow.
"Well, he'll be fine eventually," Bryon said.
Tala gave him an odd look.
"He'll be fine before the tournement starts!" Bryon snapped.
"Good."
The End of Chapter 2
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A.N. Hi, everybody! REVIEW OR ELSE!!!! BTW, the wallflower thing was in an article. You can find it at Patriotism Canada. I'll post the address as soon as I find it.
- Rose Silverstein