Ice (Hetalia One Shot)

Ice

Tap. Tap. Tap. Ivan pushed the hokey puck back and forth, trying to stay balanced on the skates at the same time. He told Canada a while back that he would try hockey, Canada seemed eccentric about the idea at the time. So here he was, in Montreal at last. Trying to get some practice in before Matthew showed up.

Tap. Tap. Tap. He pushed the puck over to the goal and got ready to try and push it in. Before he could even attempt the shot he knew he couldn't make, he was covered in the snowy, icey, crystals. He gasped and slipped, falling back on his butt.

When he looked up, Canada stood there on his skates, the last bits of snow sprinkling down on his hair, the puck was in the goal.

"Harder sport then you thought, eh?" Matthew said, offering a hand to help him up.

"Very hard, da." Ivan mumbled and took his hand, standing back up on his feet. When Matthew let go of the powerful country, he almost fell on his face. Canada took his hand again.

"It takes practice." He smiled warmly. "For now let's just practice with the skating part." Ivan nodded.

The young Canadian brought him over to the side. Then gracefully glided out into the middle. He pushed off, going down the rink in a perfectly straight line, and turning quickly at the end, sending a spray of ice up into the air.

"Your turn!" He yelled from the other side. Ivan carefully slid out into the middle, trying to mimic Matthew's steps. He was able to get down the rink, but no where near as flawlessly. At the end he wasn't sure how to do that turning thing, so he ended up pressing his hands against the glass to stop himself.

"Good job!" Matthew said happily, he really was a happy person. Ivan simply nodded.

The two countries skated for hours, Ivan got better, Matthew had to actully try to keep up. They tried again with the hockey sticks. The two boys laughed, played, and constantly fell over onto the cold ice.

"Ready to take me on, Vodka lover?" Matthew challenged, trying to sound threatening. Which was impossible for someone so adorable and innocent.

"You're going down, Beaver." Ivan said and tapped his hockey stick against the ground twice. It was adorable how the tried to trash talk, both boys were lonely and mostly ignored, having real friends was interesting.

The game was actully closer then they thought. Ivan ended up with four points. Matthew with sixteen.

Russia and Canada. Matthew and Ivan. It didn't really matter. The two lonely countries found a new friendship today. Not to mention distroying everyone in the oylimpic hockey games.