As 'Go' left Mathew's mouth gilbert hit the puck with his stick, like he was instructed, and it quickly glided across the ice towards Canada's net. Both men chased after the puck, but Gilbert got to it first and hit it again sending it flying into his opponents goal

"One for me." he sang as Canada glared at him darkly.

"So much for going easy on you." he growled, murderous intent flashing in his now icy blue eyes.

"It would be no fun if you did." Prussia cackled.

"You'll regret this, even Alfred does." he cautioned.

"We'll see."

"Just don't cry."

"I'd never."

"Good." he growled, as he hit the puck into Gilbert's goal, all the way on the other side of the rink, making the score tied at one.

"Holy Shit." the tall man gasped as his jaw dropped. He knew at that moment that he was fucked, but he was going to put up one hell of a fight anyway.

"What's the matter, giving up already?" Mathew teased.

"Not a fucking chance."

"Hmmmm, first to fifty wins?" the small man wagered.

"Deal." Gilbert nodded, gripping the hockey stick tighter.

After an hour they were still going at it. Mathew bruised slightly with a score of forty eight. Gilbert bruised nearly everywhere and bleeding in a few spots had a score of thirty three, but he had the puck and was speeding down the rink to make a goal. Silently the blond came up next to the silverette, hitting the man in the back of the legs with his stick. Gilbert's eyes grew wide as he was knocked off of his feet, crying out as his back slammed onto the cold, hard ice.

"Fuck." he whimpered, gasping for the air that had been knocked out of him. 'I should have been expecting that.' he scolded himself.

"One more and I win. Why don't you save yourself the pain and quit now?" Canada purred threateningly, as the puck slammed into the net of Gilbert's goal.

"A snow ball's chance in hell I'll quit." the tall Prussian hissed. 'Wow Mathew was really fuckin hot, but it's a good thing he's not always like this.' he couldn't help but think as he stood, ignoring the sharp pains that wracked his body in his body.

"That's the same chance you have of winning." Mathew pointed out coldly.

"I'd rather lose the war in the end then surrender when I still had a chance." the simple thought of quiting made his pride and ego swell with anger.

"Yes victory is nice. Now will you hit the puck so we can finish this." he sighed.

"What am I boring you?"

"Quite the opposite I assure you. It's just that a bad storm will be hear soon and I don't wish to be caught in it." Mathew smiled looking up at the darkening sky.

"Oh." he smiled, hitting the puck as hard as he could, then glided after it. He shoved Mathew away as he attempted to stop its progress towards his net and chased after it again as it continued to slid. Canada smiled a Cheshire Cat grin as he slid up behind his pale friend and slipped his arms around their waist. Gilbert watched as the blonds lithe arms enclosed around his stomach, he knew this wouldn't be good. He let out an involentary squeak as he was lifted and thrown to the ground, pain tingling through his body. Canada wasted no time in sending the puck back into the net, winning the game.

"I win." he purred.

"This time." the fallen man groaned a he stood.

"Oh my are you okay? I'm so sorry I should have gone easier on you, or made you wear pads." Mathew fretted, on the verge of tears, his violent mod gone.

"Dont worry this is nothing." Gilbert smiled, ruffling the young mans hair "You're even cuter when your feeling bad then you are when your mad."

"We should probably go inside." the other mumbled shyly.

"We should, I'm cold." he winked and limped off the ice, to change out of the borrowed skates and back into his converse. When that was finished they gathered the Hockey sticks and puck, put the skates away, and headed back into the house.

"Wait right here." Mathew said, as he put the gear away he then pointed to a chair and said "Sit." and ran out of the room.

"Umm 'Kay." he said sitting. Gott his body hurt who knew the usually sweet Canadian had such a dark side. Well he was Americas brother, but still, and didn't he say that even he refused to play with him. He had a feeling that what he got wasn't even the worst of it. But it was fun he had to admit, he was definitely going to teach West how to play.

"Your going to have to turn so your sideways in the chair." Canada said as he walked through the kitchen doorway, a medical kit in his hands "That way I'll be able to easily get to all your wounds."

"Oh you don't have to, I'll be fine." Gilbert blushed. 'Why the hell am I blushing?' he asked himself as he felt his face redden with heat.

"Yes I do, I'm the reason you have them and it would be bad if they got infected." the young nation insisted, walking over to the softly blushing ex nation.

"Alright." he sighed finally, giving in and turning in the chair.

"You need to take your shirt off, Silly." Mathew giggled. Slowly Gilbert unbuttoned his black shirt and slid it off revieling the new small wounds and many large old scars that were scattered over his pale torso. "Wow." he breathed.

"What?"

"Nothing nothing at all. This might sting a little." he warned just before he pressed a peroxide filled cotton ball to lone of the bleeding wounds.

"Ow. Fuck. Fuck. Bloody Mother of ARRGGHHH. Fuck!" Gilbert cried "I Doughd You zed id vould only hurd a liddle." he moaned.

"Your just being a baby." Mathew sighed "Jeez and I thought Alfred was bad." he rolled his eyes.

"Hey iv id vazent vor me he vould ave losd do dat fag England."

"True."

"Are you done yet?" he asked, tired of his mind going fuzzy everytime the blonds hands brushed against his skin.

"Almost." he replied his warm breath ticking the albinos spine, while he put a bandage on the last of the wounds. Then without thinking he slid his hand down the soft pale skin of Prussia's back, giving both the chills. Realizing what he had just done he quickly pulled his hand away and looked down to hid his blush. 'What am I thinking? He's totally not like that. He is probably gonna get mad again.'

"Mathew." he whispered, turning to the blushing blond. 'My hearts pounding, my skins burning and my breath is shaking just from his soft touch. Why?'

"I'm sorry I . . . I don't know what I was thinking, I . . . I . . ." he apologized, afraid to look up.

"Shut up." Prussia said silencing the young mans flustered apology by grabbing his chin forcing him to look at him. Then he cautiously pressed their lips together into a soft kiss.

SQUEEEEE i just love dark mathew hes so cute X3 poor gilbo he got his ass kicked and they finaly kissed dont worry im planing more and its coming soon mwahahaha

i hope you all enjoyed this chapter!