America at the Olympics - Stephane Lambiel - Ongoing

Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Figure skating. And hot men




"Holy crap, who is that?" America asked, sitting up in his chair.

England snorted, he didn't give a damn about any of these pounces. He was only here because America and Canada had men competing. And that was it. Nothing else. Nothing. Nothing to do with the leather and feathers and spandex and glitter and--wait, what.

"That's Stephane Lambiel," snapped Switzerland. "One of mine. You have something to say about it, America?"

America looked across England at Switzerland. On America's other side, France and Canada leaned over. America looked back at the skater. "I wanna touch his hair!"

England started and did a double-take. "What?"

"I wanna touch his hair! Look at his hair! It's all--" America flung his head around in a circle.

Canada raised a hand to his mouth but France was nodding. "Oh, yes. I definitely see it."

America flung his arms up. "I know, right! It looks so soft!"

Canada burst out laughing, sitting back in his seat.

Poland at the Olympics - Johnny Weir - Ongoing

Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Figure skating. And hot men

Poland jumped up. "Omigod~! Who is that! Johnny Weir! America!"

America was deep in conversation with Canada. Discussing Hockey. Which was manly. Yeah. He surfaced. "What?"

Poland had jumped up. He was wearing bright red leggings and a fluffy white sweater dotted with sequins at the cuffs and brown leather boots trimmed in fur. He was holding onto the railing, bouncing. "Look at him! He's one of yours right?"

America looked and smiled. "Oh yeah. Johnny's a real crowd pleaser, they love him--"

"His costume is fabulous! Omigod, America. Where does he get them! He is working that--look at the tassels and the sheer layer over the hands! And the ribbon!" Poland threw his hands up, looking starstruck. "I just want to take him home with me--we could trade clothes! He's fabulous!"

Lithuania put his forehead in his hand, looking down.

"Oooomigod!" Poland squealed. "Did you see that triple-toe combination! Oh my God, guys! Holy shit! Does anyone have any roses! I need to give him roses, like, STAT!"

"The program isn't over yet," Lithuania reminded him.

"I don't even care, duh!"

Denmark at the Olympics - The Biathlon

Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: The Biathlon


France was looking smug, and he had most every reason to. He was winning a creepy amount of medals at this sport.

"It is not so surprising that lots of people in this sport are soldiers," Russia said. "Such excellent aim."

America had his arms crossed. "We should really be better at this--me and Canada both."

"Well, it makes sense--you can have guns whenever you like. In Europe, you go to effort of getting a gun only if you really want to learn how to fire it. No offense--but you take it for granted," France put in.

"Yeah," said Denmark, "That does make sense. The whole thing though--it's like a Norwegian drive-by shooting."

America, Prussia and Canada all choked on their coffees. England looked aside, trying not to smile.

Norway elbowed him in the ribs.

Canada and America at the Olympics

Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Womens Hockey


The buzzer went off. The Gold Medal Women's Hockey game was over.

Canada had won.

"Son of a bitch," America snapped his fingers but he smiled. His women still had a world-class team.

Canada grinned. "Every time, America. You never beat me. Whenever you play me, you always end up second."

"There's still the mens game!" He jumped up and stood on the concrete divider. "Hell yeah! Y'all still got the silver! Woooo! The men will avenge you! Wooo!" He jumped down, pointing at Canada. "They will, by the way." He threw a smile at Finland. "Sorry Finland. I wanna win today bad so my men can avenge my women."

"You know, in Utah--"

"Shut up! It's gonna happen!"

Finland and Slovakia looked at each other.