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historizeTitle: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: MEN'S HOCKEY.
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mikata did a piece of art that perfectly sums up my pre-match feelings. (I expect that if Canada had lost, we could have played Slovakia and we had a very, very good chance of winning gold....but....but it just wouldn't be as awesome as playing brother-Canada. Even if we get silver, I would rather America play Canada for it.)
Up in the stands, the Canadians were cheering. Cheering because their boys were winning, cheering because they wanted a Gold Medal game with the United States. The crowd went wild whenever Canada scored and America, he did too. He jumped up with his brother, cheering and yelling.
One of the cheering, red-splashed Canadians tapped America. "You're cheering for a Canadian win?" He nodded to America's star-spangled jersey.
America grinned that Hollywood shine. "Oh yeah! I want a rematch for Utah! We must avenge our women!" America pumped his fist. The Canadian laughed and cheered with him.
In the third period, the nasty jolt happened.
America surged up, "SHUT THEM DOWN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"
Slovakia had suddenly decided, in the last period, that it was tired of being down 3-0 and was rolling back like a wave. One goal then--another--
And Canada was already on his feet, on his chair, screaming at them, "GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE GAME! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS GET YOUR ASSES--!"
France was staring up at Canada, wide-eyed.
It was a relief when the period ended--that suddenly surge had scared Canada a bit. He did not want to lose his chance to play America. The two brothers cheered and clapped and slumped in relief, turned to each other and hugged. America clapped him on the back.
"You, me, medal round. Sunday." Finger guns. "Be there!"
Canada grinned--that rare smirk that usually only America saw, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: MEN'S HOCKEY.
mikata did a piece of art that perfectly sums up my pre-match feelings. (I expect that if Canada had lost, we could have played Slovakia and we had a very, very good chance of winning gold....but....but it just wouldn't be as awesome as playing brother-Canada. Even if we get silver, I would rather America play Canada for it.)Up in the stands, the Canadians were cheering. Cheering because their boys were winning, cheering because they wanted a Gold Medal game with the United States. The crowd went wild whenever Canada scored and America, he did too. He jumped up with his brother, cheering and yelling.
One of the cheering, red-splashed Canadians tapped America. "You're cheering for a Canadian win?" He nodded to America's star-spangled jersey.
America grinned that Hollywood shine. "Oh yeah! I want a rematch for Utah! We must avenge our women!" America pumped his fist. The Canadian laughed and cheered with him.
In the third period, the nasty jolt happened.
America surged up, "SHUT THEM DOWN! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"
Slovakia had suddenly decided, in the last period, that it was tired of being down 3-0 and was rolling back like a wave. One goal then--another--
And Canada was already on his feet, on his chair, screaming at them, "GET THE FUCK BACK IN THE GAME! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS GET YOUR ASSES--!"
France was staring up at Canada, wide-eyed.
It was a relief when the period ended--that suddenly surge had scared Canada a bit. He did not want to lose his chance to play America. The two brothers cheered and clapped and slumped in relief, turned to each other and hugged. America clapped him on the back.
"You, me, medal round. Sunday." Finger guns. "Be there!"
Canada grinned--that rare smirk that usually only America saw, "Wouldn't miss it for the world."
