The Island Girl- Hetalia {Unfinished}

Chapter 18- A Little Friend

Wow, that was quick! And thanks to my friends Beccaw122 and pastaa who did most of the work. Enjoy the new chapter! -Tari's author.

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POV- Ontario

'Perfect!' I thought to myself, helping Canada load the hockey equipment into the car. 'This'll be some revenge on those damn Italians, you're playin' my sport now!' I slammed the trunk door, not realizing I scared the country half to death. I mean, if we could die from that. Not that we can. I mean...nevermind.

I was so caught up in my own thoughts, I hadn't noticed the Frenchie start to poke my head. “Quel est le probleme avec vous?” He asked, finally catching my attention by slapping me over the head. “What the hell was that for?!” I yelled, raising my fist. He muttered something, shaking his head and walking away.

I rolled my eyes, running up to Venice who hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. “What are we all doing?” She asked, looking at how other provinces were showing up. “We're gonna go down to one of our skating rinks, and play hockey!” “What's that?” “Of course.” I muttered, taking a breath to tell her about the awesomest sport there is to man.

***

“Oh.” Venice said as we were approaching the rink, which was half an hour away. Yeah, I'm obsessed.

I was about to say more, but something caught my eye. Two figures, one with dark blonde hair, one with dark black. One with bright, flashy blue eyes, the other with deep, hollow violet ones. I gasped as a third person came into view, with light blonde hair and light purple eyes. America, Alaska and Russia. “When did they hear about this?” I asked Canada, who frowned. “I only told America.” He said, then we both face-palmed. America and his big mouth.

The small girl's face lit up as we all got out of the cars. “Taaaari!” She yelled, grabbing me around my waist, squishing me in a tight hug. She then went along to Canada, Quebec, BC, and basically everyone else...except for France. If he wasn't the biggest perv ever, maybe I'd feel sorry for him. Maybe.

“It's been too long, da?” Russia said, shaking my hand. “Y-yeah it has, Ivan.” I replied, eager to get my hands away from his. He looked at me with a creepy sense of longing, as he did with everyone else. Before I could run away, though, someone bounded up to my side. “Hi Russia!” Venice said, grinning. His attention turned, Russia smiled just as innocently as she did. “Hello, Venice, was it? You're so pretty, like a sunflower!” He suddenly had a sunflower, handing it over to the slightly blushing girl.

“T-thanks!” She said, giggling a bit. Russia's eyes suddenly went darker, the atmosphere becoming colder. “So, what you say? Become one with Mother Russia?” Slightly terrified, Venice hopped away, dropping the flower. “N-n-no thank you, Russia.” There was a look of sadness and anger in his eyes as a low 'kolkolkol' reached my ears. “T-that doesn't mean we can't be friends, though!”

We all looked, bewildered, to the petite girl, holding her hand out to the tall Russian. He looked shocked as well, but seeing the pure look in her eyes, accepted and took her small hand. “We'll be great friends, da? I've actually never had one before.” The two went off through the front doors, all of us standing, absolutely frozen. Not even Romano moved, even though his sister could be in danger. “O-okay guys,” Canada started, picking up the bags he had dropped. “let's get a move on.”

POV- Russia

That small girl was very strange. She laughed and smiled, and never even once did I see her sad. We went into the nice, cozy building (well, for me- my home is very cold), and Venice shivered a bit. “It's a bit cold here.” She said, huddling closer to me. I wrapped an arm around her, being careful of my sharp skates. “Nyet, don't worry. Mother Russia will protect you from anything, sunflower.”

We all put on our sweaters, and headed into the rink, which was empty. It was actually closed, but Canada could pull a few strings here and there. I pulled my boots off, pulling on my black, white and blue skates. I had them sharpened earlier in the day, before Alaska and I took our flight over here. 'Great chance to finally knock some sense into that stupid American.' I thought, finished lacing up my skates.

I looked around, noticing Ontario tying up my sunflower's skates. She had such a soft smile, nothing like on the ice. She looked so...'Friendly.' The word popped into my head, and my eyes widened. 'I have to be friendly, da? I guess I won't go as hard on her in the match.' As the others finished getting their skates on, I saw Germany take a hesitant Italy out on the ice, who had a hard time staying up. “Italy, if you never try you'll never learn!” He scolded with a stern face, and Italy perked up a bit, taking a glide forward with one foot.

I grabbed Venice's arms, coaxing her out onto the slippery ice. “Come on, it's not so bad. Look at them.” I said, pointing at Ontario, Quebec and Manitoba, who already looked professional. Manitoba was doing some spins and twirls, while Ontario and Quebec practiced their blocking and passes with a puck. Venice's eyes lightened a bit (once again), and she took a step forwards, onto the frozen water.

Her eyes widened as she started to slip, but I had a firm grip on her. “When you feel ready, let go.” She took a few breaths, and started forwards. She seemed like a natural, getting the hang of it easily. Soon enough we were skating around together, laughing and playing around. Now that I look back, it's also the most fun I'd had in a very long time. As everyone got on the ice, I noticed my little Alaska coming to join us. “Are you sure about this?” I asked her, tightening her helmet a bit. “I'm sure! I wanna be just like you and Mattie!” She said, looking adorably in the Canadian's direction.

I shook off the worry and tapped her shoulder. “Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you.” We started splitting off into teams; Team 1: Italy, Venice, Canada, Quebec, New Brunswick, British Columbia, Saskatchewan, Yukon and America. Team 2: Germany, Myself, Ontario, Manitoba, Nova Scotia, Alberta, North-West Territories, Nunavut and Alaska. Newfoundland, Prince Edward Island and Romano stayed in the bleachers. The two girls were too small and breakable to play, and Romano just didn't like the ice.

Nunavut acted like a referee first, holding the puck up to the eager Quebec and Ontario. '3...2...1...'I thought.

The puck was dropped.