I dunno if I mentioned it in Chapter 1 but I have no idea what Ukraine's human name is xP So if you know, which most of you probably will, please tell me D:

This chapter is a tad shorter and much more dramatic XD I guess... we see the results of the epic hockey game and I will say no more because I don't wanna ruin it but most of you already know what happen XDD

Anyways, please enjoy ^^

Chapter 2

Finally second period started. Canada hoped back on the ice as did Russia. They met in middle of the rink again. Canada had his newly enhanced confidence and Russia, his hidden skills. The second period started off normally, Canada had the puck and was advancing to the Russian's net, but then the puck was quickly snatched away from him. Canada was a little shocked but wasted no time in chasing after Russia to get the puck back. Following the event was something that shocked Canada even more, Russia shot and scored. The Russians in the crowd roared and cheered proudly.

It's okay… Canada told himself. I have three and he has one, I'm still ahead by two points.

Even if Canada was ahead by two points it didn't take long for Russia to catch up and finally beat him by two points. The second the score board locked with 5-3 the game had been settled. No matter how hard Canada tried to score, he couldn't. Russia had ended up becoming the winner of the world junior hockey championship. He had received a gold mettle and a silver trophy as his prizes, not to mention the blonde Canadian himself.

Canada skated off the ice after the slowly. He lost. To Russia. Now he had to spend of a week under his reign. What if Russia didn't release him after a week? Canada started to feel sick to his stomach. He couldn't tell what would happen, Russia was clearly superior when it came to military force*, he wouldn't be able to fight for his freedom alone.

Canada sat in his locker room bench burying his face in his hands. What am I going to do?

Just like not long ago, America stormed in the locker room. "Matt! What the hell happened out there!" He yelled.

Canada peaked from his hands to glare at his brother.

"Because of that crappy game you're stuck with that commune for a week!" America said as if schooling his brother.

Rage was slowly taking over Canada and for once, he wasn't going to stop it. He stood up quickly and glared coldly. "Shut up!" He screamed. "This never would have happened if you would have never made that bet with Russia! This is all your fault! Not mine!"

America was taken aback by his brother's outburst. "M-Matt…" He mumbled slowly. He then frowned and snapped back as well. "My fault! Why did you play like crap out there! You own at hockey! You never should have lost! You were winning not so long ago!"

"Yea and then he started to kick my ass!" Canada roared. "I wouldn't have mind all that much if we were playing a normal game! Not were my political ideology would be at risk!"

"Either way you weren't supposed to lose!"

"Who are you to decide that! You didn't give a damn 'cause you weren't the one that was going to become a commune if I lost!" Canada finally yelled. "You didn't care 'cause it was me! 'Cause who cares about me anyways! Francis abandoned me! Arthur never gave a shit about me and neither did you!"

"What the hell does this have to do with anything!" America yelled back. "And that's fucking stupid! You know I love you, bro!"

"Really? Then why do you keep getting me on bad terms with other nations!" Canada asked. "Why did you piss off everyone and then blame it all on me! Why am I stuck cleaning your messes!"

Before America could think up of anything else to say Russia walked in the locker room. He was dressed in his normal clothes and his scarf, behind him was his two sisters Ukraine and Belarus. Ukraine looked as if she was on the edge of tears whilst Belarus was as emotionless as ever. Finally Ukraine couldn't resist anymore, she ran over to Canada and hugged him.

"I'm sorry!" She cried. "I didn't know! Please don't be mad at me!"

Canada was confused. "W…what are you talking about?"

America glared at Russia. "You plan this ahead didn't you!"

Russia simply smiled at America as a response. He looked over to Canada who was being showered by Ukraine's tears as he desperately tried to calm her down. "Matvey." He said.

Canada looked at him. "Yes?"

"Get ready within thirty minutes. We'll be boarding a plane to return home soon." Russia instructed.

"B-but…" Canada said pausing. Russia waited expecting Canada to finish. "…can't I go back home…? To get some clothes and Kumakichi*?"

Russia smiled all the more. "No. Now get ready, you have twenty seven minutes left." Russia then left with Belarus following closely behind. Ukraine chased after begging Canada to forgive her.

Canada looked at the door in despair just as America starred at his brother finally realising the wrong he had done.

"Mattie I-" He spoke softly but was still cut off by his brother.

"No. Just leave." Canada said as he stripped himself of his hockey gear.

America starred for a bit unable to think of anything to be forgiven and left.

Canada quickly took his shower and got dressed as fast as he could but the truth was he couldn't. He didn't want to go back to Russia's home, he didn't want to become part of a communist nation, he wanted to go back home. He took much longer then thirty minutes therefore Russia had re-entered the locker room to speed things up a little. He then grabbed Canada's hand and dragged him out the locker room.

"I-Ivan…my hockey stuff it's-"

"You're brother shall take care of that, da." Russia said.

They joined up with Ukraine and Belarus who were waiting in front of the building. The car that Russia had loaned for his stay in America was ready and running, its next destination would be the airport.

"What took you so long? We're going to be late." Belarus stated.

"Sorry…" Canada mumbled and sat in the back seat next to Ukraine.

Ukraine was still sobbing from before. "C-Canada?" She asked between sobs. "Can we still be friends…?"

Canada smiled softly to Ukraine and nodded. "Of course, and it wasn't your fault so please don't cry anymore."

Ukraine smiled between her tears and hugged Canada again. "You're so nice Matvey! I'm so glad we're still friends!"

Canada patted Ukraine's head softly. I guess with Ukraine around, things won't be so bad. He thought. "So I guess that means that I'll see you around Ivan's home, eh?" Canada asked feeling a little better.

"Het." Russia answered.

Canada flinched. "W-what! Why not?"

"Big sis wishes to take her distances from me." Russia smirked.

Canada looked over to Ukraine. "Tak*. It's true."

Canada started to feel even worse then before. He never had a relationship with Russia in general, and from what his brother as well as various other countries had told him, Russia wasn't a fun guy.

They arrived to the airport, there Belarus and Ukraine said their farewells and made their way to a different check in since they would be taking different flights back to their own houses. Canada followed Russia into the check in where they received their tickets, they then passed security and went to their gate. The plane was already boarded and scheduled to leave in a few minutes, they were the last on board.

If I would have been slower I could have stayed in North America just a little longer. Canada thought to himself.

"Matvey." Said Russia.

"E-eh?"

"Smile a little." Russia ordered. "I liked it when you did."

Canada blushed a little unable to stop a smile from spreading on his face. Even if it wasn't a real smile, Russia didn't mind. In the next few minutes the doors of the plane closed and the pilot spoke. He announced that they would be taking off shortly and that once they had gotten to a certain altitude the stewardess would serve drinks to the guest. The usual announcements.

The plane had started moving just as the pilot finished. Canada looked out the window, he started to feel sick again. He didn't like the sight of the airport slowly getting farther and farther from him. All too quickly the plane got on the runaway and was picking up speed quickly and then it finally took off. Canada tried to resist a tear from falling as he watch the ground beneath him disappear under the clouds.

Twenty minutes in the flight, the pilot returned announcing their current altitude, that it was okay to turn on electric devises, that the stewardess would be distributing beverages and snacks and that their flight would be nine hours long. Canada sighed and got comfortable. This would clearly be a long flight.

To Be Continued

* Canada's military force sucks XDD It's a common target for good gags in comedy festivals such as Just For Laughs Montreal.

* Kumakichi being Kumajiro

* Tak is yes in Ukrainian

Betting and Gambling Are The Same, They're Both Bad