Oneshots of Whatever (mainly Countryhumans) (Finished-ish)

59 - He Can Be Competitive? 🇨🇦*SoViEt*

His hockey skates cut the ice as he turned around, guiding the puck with the stick. He kept his eye on the net, smiling under his scarf. He hit the puck and it shot into the net, making the Canadian smile. He skated back to the row of pucks and shot it directly into the net.

"Hey, Canadian!" Someone shouted.

Canada looked over and saw Russia in full hockey gear from one of his national teams. Canada was wearing a Toronto Blue Jay's jersey today. Ukraine followed him, sitting on the bleachers.

"Wanna play?" Russia asked, gliding onto the ice.

"Sure!" Canada cheered. He got to the middle and placed his stick on the ice. Russia stood across from him and gave him a smirk. "I'll go easy on you," Canada chuckled.

Russia laughed as well, "Have fun losing then."

The puck was dropped by America and Canada swiped it, immediately skating quickly to Russia's net. Then, it was taken from him and he turned to see Russia bringing it to his net. Canada gripped his hockey stick and pushed off with his right foot, skating quickly along the rink. He took it from Russia and swerved around him, going back to the russian's net.

"Asshole," Canada heard Russia mumble. Canada smiled as he shot the puck, getting it in.

"Rematch?" Canada asked, nudging Russia playfully. "Promised I'd go easy, eh."

Russia chuckled lowly and patted Canada's back, "You're good, I'll give you that."

Canada smiled, "Thanks! You are too!"

"I've gotta work a little harder to beat your quick ass," Russia joked.

"May I try?" A gruff voice came from the sidelines.

Canada turned and smiled at Soviet, "Of course!" Russia skated off the ice and was replaced by his father. "Best outta one?" Canada asked, getting in the starting position.

"Out of five," Soviet said.

The puck was dropped and all went to hell.

Canada swiped it from Soviet who had it first and skated quickly to Soviet's net. Soviet grabbed it and smirked at Canada then went off to Canada's net.

A long while later, the two were still on their first match.

Canada sighed and decided it was time. He didn't want to do this. Canada had to be competitive.

He shot to Soviet, his mindset being, This game is what decides my life or death. Canada grabbed the puck before Soviet shot and skated to Soviet's net, keeping his eyes on the prize. He shot it in and halted abruptly.

Cheers echoed from the sidelines as Canada looked over the sea of countries he didn't even realize were there. Soviet grabbed him hips and pulled down his scarf, smiling gently. Canada smiled back and held Soviet's neck, leaning up slightly. Soviet leaned down and kissed him, smiling.

The cheers grew louder as they shared that special moment.

Canada and Soviet kissed for a while, breaking apart when they needed air.

"You did well, comrade," Soviet said, kissing Canada's cheek.

"So did you, bud," Canada giggled. "We still have four more matches to go through. What do you say?"

Soviet gently pet Canada's jaw, "I say..."

He then grabbed the puck from the ice with his stick and started to Canada's net. "I say never let your guard down!" He called.

Canada playfully glared and shot after him, everyone moving to the edges of their seats.

The end tally was 2 - 3 with Soviet as the winner. He and Canada went to Canada's place and snuggled in bed, watching Netflix and eating snacks.

And Soviet ended up with a cold.

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