Chapter 14

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I redesigned the flag a bit. Here's chapter 14! Today is your last day to for the 2ps and it be counted. Tomorrow the decision will be revealed!

-Marzia

Looking left and right you thought about it. Soccer was your national sport, and you enjoyed it alot, but since Belvisida had such a warm climate skating was a bit of an escape from the warmth. You had spent so much time with Germany and Italy so you decided to go skating a bit. Walking through the double doors you came face to boards with a giant ice rink. Walking around the left there were jackets and skates. You got a jacket that had the school logo on it and a pair of white Riedell figure skates. They slipped on easily. You walked up to the entrance and took off your guards, placing them on the ground next to the entrance. Getting on the ice you wobbled a bit, it was always a minute before you got used to it.

You began to skate around a bit, noticing more people get on the rink. While you weren't the best at skating, you weren't the worst. As you continued to glide around in a corner of the rink away from the others, you noticed Canada get on the ice. Deciding you wanted to be a nice person you skated over to him.

"Hello Canada."

"Oh- Hi.." He seemed surprised you came to talk to him. His jacket moved a bit and you notice him supporting a small lump inside it. A polar bear's head popped out.

"Who are you?" It asked you. So the thing can talk, eh?

"I am Belvisida. Nice to meet you..."

"Kuma." The bear said proudly.

"Kuma." You repeated. "Hello, Kuma.

As you continued to skate around in your corner, now accompanied by Kuma and Canada, you began to get a bit braver. You started going backwards, doing simple one foot turns, and even doing a few spins. As you went backwards, you jumped from your right foot to your left, making a revolution as you pulled yourself to the left. An euler.

[Euler (pronounced 'oiler'): Previously known as 'half loop', he jump starts from the back outside edge of one skate and is landed on the opposite foot and edge. But in parts of Europe, the jump isn't known as an Euler or half loop at all. Instead, it is known as a Thorén, after Swedish figure skater Per Ludvig Julius Thorén, who won the bronze medal at the 1908 Olympics. Look up videos, it's a connecting jump.]

Once finished with the small jump you turned to Canada, his eyes seemed to be sparkling a bit.

"You- you can do jumps?" He asked, gingerly.

"Only little ones, and only on good days." You weren't a trained skater, you taught yourself (A/N thats how I started too ^J^) little things.

"Oh, cool." He smiled a bit.

"Yoooo dudette!" An american skated up to you, he was in full hockey gear. "Can I borrow Mattie here? We're gonna have a game with the nordics and Russia." His tone faltered a bit at the slavic country's name, his face distorting in a scowl and returning back to his smile so quickly that if you had blinked you wouldn't have seen it.

"Sure." You said.

"Thanks dudette. C'mon Mattie gear up." He turned to Canada. Looking at Canada yourself you noticed something different, his eyes sharpened and something about him seemed dangerous. He skated off with his brother and you went to wish the Nordics--even though you didn't know them well--and Russia some luck.

As you skated up to Russia, who was also geared up, you tapped on his padded shoulder.

"Oh? Здравствуйте Y/N." He greeted, you saw a small child like smile through his mask.

[Russian: Hello]

"I wanted to wish you luck."

"Спасибо подсолнух." He patted your head.

[Russian: Thank you sunflower]

You skated off and headed over to the Nordics. You tapped on who you assumed to be Finland's shoulder. He turned, a dangerous glint in his eye that disappeared when he saw you.

"Oh, Moi Belvisida."

"Hello, Finland." You gave him a small smile. "I wanted to wish you and the Nordics luck." His face lit up,a male with spiky blond hair--who didn't have his helmet on--turned to you.

"Hej søde! Thanks, root for me!" The man winked, speaking in danish. You assumed he was Denmark.

[Danish: Hey Cutie]

The tallest of the males turned to you and grunted. Another male turned. He also didn't have his helmet on. He wore a nordic cross barrette.

"Takk skal du ha." He spoke norwegien monotonically, you assumed he was Norway.

[Norwegian: Thank you]

He turned back around and you said a small goodbye, heading off the rink as the game was about to begin. You put on your guards and walked to a bench, sitting a ways away was another blonde boy. Thinking about it, almost every male in this rink was blonde, with the exception of the skate shop boy. He was brunett.

You waved at him once you noticed him staring, he awkwardly waved back and burst into red. You both turned back to the game. It was America, Denmark, and Canada against Russia, Finland, and Sweden. Norway was sitting out, he would trade in in case anyone was harmed.

As the game came to a close, Norway never got to play. Finland seemed incomprehensibly ruthless, and America and Russia slammed each other on the boards so hard (not like that, im watching you) you swore you saw teeth fall.

Getting up you returned your skates, and waved at the players on the rink. Most waving back. Also returning the jacket you walked out of the rink. You headed to the locker room to take a shower. You didn't need one, per say, but you were stressed and a cold shower would help.

After the shower you stepped out and changed into your uniform, you were going to wait out gym there. As you sat on a bench that was in between the rows of lockers you heard some girls coming in.

"You!"

"Oh, aren't you brother's friend?"

Im sorry there wasn't much involvement with Russia and the Nordics. Still workin on it!

Translations

Russian

Hello

Thank you sunflower

Danish

Hey cutie

Norwegian

Thank you

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