historize: (america--rockin like a rock star)
Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.
Event: Afterwards and allusions to the WORLD CUP

"Damn, burn, Russia."

"It was a ridiculous claim but one I will stand by."

"Forty medals. I didn't even hit forty medals."

"I know. I am well aware."

America laughed. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Russia! Just--I would totally feel, you know, understanding towards Pleshenko and stuff but he just--threw a fucking temper tantrum! I mean, really!"

"America, I'd be careful about cockiness were I you. When the World Cup comes this summer, you will sing a very different tune." England was lifting his tea cup.

America shook his head and looked at Canada, giving him a definite, See, I told you, look. He looked back at England. "Canada wins the most Golds ever at a Winter Olympics. And I win the most medals ever. If we were any other two countries, we would be allowed to be as arrogant as we wanted. But because Canada hosted and I'm--fucking me, of course--we can't. You guys can't wait to tell me how fat and stupid I am but who wins Nobel Prizes? Who wins Olympic medals? Me. And my people wanna win precisely because we get insulted so much."

"Well, you turned that around," France said, waving a hand to diffuse the situation. "You are traditionally quite weak at the Winter Olympics but you did fantastic."

America winked at Canada. "You know why that is?" He sat back, took a drink of his coffee. "Because my people got sick and tied of hearing about how much everyone thinks we suck. You know why I'm usually shit at the World Cup? Because my people don't give a shit about soccer--"


"Shut up," America said, pointing at England. "You know what, England. You better hope to God that my people never get serious about soccer. Because we'll sweep the World Cup and you'll hate me for it. So enjoy it while you can."

England straightened his back. "I beg your pardon." But he looked serious. England was a football hooligan, after all, tried and true.

"You heard me. This summer. You and me, old man. You and me."

Notes: Just before the Winter Olympics started, Russia declared that they would take 40 medals. That's a ridiculous number. And particularly embarrassing because Russia only came away with 15.

America, on the other hand, got 37 medals--the most in any Winter Olympics (in which America is usually weak) and Canada got 14 golds, which is the most golds for any single country in the Winter Olympics.

Pleshenko is the Russian skater who won Silver. He lost to an American and he threw a temper tantrum about it. Making everyone else roll their eyes.

The World Cup this summer is set with an extremely interesting game. England vs America. They've only played each other one other time in the 50s and everyone expected America to lose. And so everyone was very surprised when America won.

So I apologize for how arrogant this might have sounded. That's usually not my thing but I'm letting a little Alfred-pride come through.
historize: (america--canada--brotherly glow)
Title: At the Olympics
Warnings: Nothing. Just me being stupid.

[livejournal.com profile] 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.


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."
historize: (hetalia--americanada--noms)
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.
historize: (hetalia--denmark)
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.
historize: (poland--omfg seriously)
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!"
historize: (Default)
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.


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