Hetalia One-Shots

Puck Bunny *Canada*

Not a popular one, considering it has to do with hockey, but no regrets

NOTE: So you're not confused when reading this, a puck bunny, or puck "slut" is a girl who only dates/goes after hockey players. 

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Honestly, sometimes Matthew thought he was the only one who took hockey seriously. The World Academy High School varsity team had met up for their usual Saturday morning practices, which were traditionally always scrimmages, but the other guys (and one girl, Elizabeta Héderváry- right defense) were either to tired to play the intense ice game or to busy clowning around by cat-calling the figure skaters who would walk by the hockey rink to get to their morning practices as well. It made the usually quiet Canadian a bit annoyed that he would have to result to slamming into his own teammates to snap them out of their slumps. That action usually ended in Matthew being placed into the penalty box by his coach to apparently, "calm Matthew down" and "teach him to play better with others." His teammates laziness made him look like a bad, selfish player!

"Tough luck, eh, Mattie?" Matthew hopped in his seat. He looked over his shoulder to the barrier separating the penalty box from the bleachers. To his surprise, he spots (Name), the local puck bunny. She's hooked up with a handful of the guys from Mattie's own team, as well as a few other rec league teams. World Academy is her favorite team, though, considering she's a student there as well and can talk to the players first-hand. Matthew, though he is one to normally be polite to everyone, turned back to watch his idiotic teammates, his body language telling the girl he obviously didn't want to continue with a conversation. The Canadian didn't like puck bunnies, or anyone who just slept around for that matter. He was considered to be a Mr. Commitment kind of guy, and the blonde was proud of that. Plus, most puck bunnies don't know much about hockey even though they spend a lot of their free time hanging around the rinks. "You know, Matthew, it's rude to ignore a person, specifically a lady."

Matthew sighed, his annoyance rising further. However, (Name) did have a point- he was being impolite. Francis would be scolding him right now for being so rude. "I'm sorry. It's just that the semi finals are coming up and nobody seems to be taking it seriously! We're in sudden death right now. One mess up and it's all over."

It was quiet for a moment, so Matthew turned to see if (Name) had even been standing there at all, or if he had just been ranting to himself. To his surprise, the (h/c) girl was still there, with a smile on her face. It was a nice smile, one that the Canadian rarely saw on her, for usually her smiles were one: directed towards someone else and two: were always pretty flirtatious. "What?"

(Name) giggled. She looked around once before opening the P.B door and slipping onto the bench next to Matthew. He blushed slightly when their shoulders touched. "I've just never heard you talk that much. Or so loudly, for that matter. You must really love hockey."

"Of course I do! It's the best sport in the world." Matthew paused, wondering if he should continue expressing his love or not to the bunny. "When I skate, I feel like I'm gliding on the clouds. And when I make goals and the crowd goes wild, it feels as if I played for Canadian Olympic team and scored the winning goal and we win the gold medal. The rush is unbelievable." Matthew finishes, his blush an even deeper shade of red after practically pouring his emotions out to someone who, even though is a fellow student, is almost a stranger. The blonde hardly knows anything about (Name) besides the fact that she hooks up with hockey players and only hockey players. Some of the guys were actually close to her, like Gilbert (left defense), though, because she would hook up with them occasionally. Apparently sometimes they would talk. Matthew didn't know nor did he really care how they made time in between making out. The Canadian, however, was never one of the girl's targets.

"It really is wonderful. Hockey, that is." (Name) sighed longingly and stared at the players on the ice, just as Matthew had done. "Gilbert doesn't understand defense, does he? Your coach should really switch him to an offensive position. He likes to show off to much to be good at defense. Not to mention, he's always aggravating Liz." The Canadian snapped his head at her, eyebrows raised.

"That's what I always say- not that anyone really hears. That's a good observation."

"Don't sound so shocked. Look, I know I hook up with your teammates sometimes, and I know you guys call me a puck bunny, but I know more about this game than half these guys." (Name) kept her voice calm, but her eyes shone in a determined way, as if to make Matthew understand that she was more than the ordinary bunny.

"Then why do you do it then?" Matthew had to question. He normally wasn't one to pry, but since when did he act normal around (Name)?

(Name) sighed, as if facing the same dilemma Matthew faced moment before. She turned to look at him. "I used to play, Matt. I played for my old middle school before the girls... They started making up rumors about me, so I quit and, determined to prove them wrong, started hooking up with guys. Lots of them. Hockey players are always preferred by me, though, as if I could get a feel for the sport again if I hung around."

Matthew tried not to look as shocked as he felt. He knew it must've been hard to admit what she just did, and Mattie immediately knew what (Name) was putting down. He suddenly knew she wasn't trying to do harm with her actions. Matthew smiled his shy, cute smile. "You know, Liz plays for an all girls team as well. I think they're still looking for a few players. Talk to her- I'm sure she'll hook you up." Seeing the nervous look on (Name)'s face, he added, "they're all nice girls. I've met them. Plus, Liz won't let anything happen to you... Neither will I."

(Name) cracked a smile and hugged the Canadian. "Thanks, Matthew. I always knew you were special." 

Matthew's ears burned and he hugged back. Suddenly, a whistle cut through the air. "Williams, what's going on? No chit-chatting in the Penalty Box! Get your butt back on the ice! Spend time with yer girlfriend after practice." Both pulled away instantly, faces bright red.

They shared a glance and (Name) grinned and leaned in, kissing Matthew's cheek. The Canadian stood on his skates and started inching towards the ice. "One last question: why'd you never try to make a move on me, eh?"

(Name) blushed. "Like I said, I knew you were special. I couldn't just treat you like the other guys."

Matthew offered his smile again. "Wanna grab some lunch after practice is over?"

"I'd love too. Now you better go out there before your coach has your head!"

Maybe (Name) wasn't a puck bunny after all.