It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 5- The Bet

CHAPTER FIVE

~Russia's POV~

I'm doing my usual warm-ups with my team, getting ready for the game. Our hockey league is unprofessional and more to have fun, although we still get jerseys and a lot of people get to come.

Canada steps onto the ice, brushing his curly dirty blonde hair back into helmet. You can completely tell the resemblance between him and America. Speaking of America, she walks in wearing the red version of her brother's jersey, hair tousled and wavy today. Her bright blue eyes shoot over to mine, and I'm reminded of detention.

My gaze hardens, and I circle the rink, trying to come up with a plan for revenge.

I could tell my dad, but I still don't want to do that because then he will find out she humiliated me. Or I could accidentally spill something on her - no - that's not bad enough.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Canada skate over to the corner of the rink to America. I scoff. His Eagles jersey looks ridiculously big on her.

Wait- an idea pops into my mind and I grin. I skate over towards them and America spots me coming. I skate faster, and reach them before she can escape.

"Hey," I say, trying my best not to sound pissed off at America. Canada looked confused on why I was talking to them, and rightfully so, I despised being around their capitalist family.

"Try not to lose," I say, slapping Canada hard on the back. America's eyes narrow as she steps closer, taking the bait.

"You know he's going to beat you," she said confidently. 

Leaning over the edge of the rink, I grin. "Want to bet on it?"

"Okay. What happens if I win? What do I gain?" Typical America, always trying to negotiate.

"If you win, you can dare me to do anything. But if I win, you have to wear my unwashed jersey to school Monday." 

She visibly cringes at the thought of wearing my dirty jersey and I smirk. She leans over the edge of the rink towards me, and sticks out a hand, blue eyes almost playful. "You have yourself a deal." 

Perfect! I take her hand and Canada just stands there, bewildered at what just happened because we talked without completely jumping at each other's throats.

Skating away, I imagine America in my Bears jersey and just laugh, already seeing her irritated expression in my mind. I have got to win this game, both to humiliate America and beat Canada.

~America's POV~

Jokes on him, I think as I walk back to my seat. When Canada beats him, I'll go rub it in his face. I grin.

Speaking of humiliating Russia, I better come up with a good dare. Maybe wearing a crop top and tutu to school? I giggle. I'm thinking of funny dares when the game starts.

I lean forwards, rating my elbows on my knees. I love watching ice hockey almost as much as football, despite having no clue how to ice-skate. Canada's tried to teach me a couple of times, but unlike other sports, I'm completely clueless at it.

Canada skates skillfully past the other team's members, dribbling the puck. Russia swoops in, stealing it, and passes it to Syria who is body checked into the wall by a triumphant Ireland, and brought back around to China, Russia's goalie.

I tried not to think about my past relationship with China and instead returned my attention to the game.

Ireland fumbled the puck and Germany skated past him, handing the puck off to Russia who sped off towards our goalie.