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Canada x Reader x America - The Game

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You stood in front of your wardrobe, aimlessly running your hand through your hair.
What do I wear? What DO I wear? You had no clue how to dress for a hockey game, but you decided on a comfortable hoodie and our favourite pair of skinnies at the end. But you decided to apply a bit of make-up, and fix your hair anyway.

Before you left, you looked at yourself in the mirror, just to make sure everything was as good as it could be. You had already called Arthur earlier, and he'd offered to drop you off. You were glad to see him waiting outside, and you were absolutely dying to get a ride in that amazing car of his, too!

"Hey!" You greeted, as you slid into the passenger's seat. Arthur nodded in reply.
"So...why this sudden interest in ice hockey, [Name]?" He asked, after a while.
"N-No reason" You stuttered out, hoping that he didn't seen the blush on your cheeks. "A friend invited me, that's all."
"Hmph," was his monosyllabic reply. "Better not be that Jones."
"Oh, it's not him." You assured Arthur. As gratified as you were of him looking out for him, you still thought it wise to omit the part that his brother had invited you.

The traffic jams seemed longer than ever, and you felt like most of the lights were red, instead of green. You kept on glancing at the time, aware of how you might have been late. You sent up a silent prayer that you weren't the one driving right now – tomorrow's headlines would be something like this: "High School Student Causes Massive Accident for a Hockey Game."

The car had barely stopped, before you'd jumped out, and ran towards the entrance. Arthur raised an eyebrow at your strange behaviour, but shrugged, and drove off.

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Matthew sighed, as he looked over the stands once more. It seemed like [Name] hadn't shown up, after all.
"Hey, dude! We've gotta go on!" someone called to him as they ran past.
"Y-Yeah..." he replied, to no one in particular, as he got ready.

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Being just by yourself, you managed to jostle to a seat quite near to the playing area. The game had already started, and you glanced at the scoreboard – 0:0
You looked at all the players, looking for one in particular. When you caught sight of a 'Williams' on a jersey, you couldn't help but smile. You'd found him.

You weren't as interested in the game, as you were in Matthew. You followed each and every one of his movements, and couldn't help but grin wider by the minute. He really was amazing, and even someone as unknowledgeable as you could see his skill.

But the crowning point of the game had been when your school's team scored! You stood up and cheered along with everyone else, but louder than the rest. You could feel your voice getting hoarse, but you didn't care – Matthew Williams, YOUR best friend, and now that you thought about it, definitely more, from your side, had been the one to score!!

The game ended 1:0, with your team winning. With all the euphoria around you, you couldn't help but feel pumped up, as well. Even if you didn't know anything about the sport, yesterday, seeing your school's team, and Mattie, winning made you insanely happy. Spotting the players about to return to the locker rooms, you made a dash for it, wondering if you could see Mattie just before he went in. You reached out, as you ran, and managed to grab his arm before he was out of reach.

Turning around, Matthew seemed partially surprised, but seeing it was you, a genuine smile appeared on his face.
"Oh, [N-Name]! So you made it!" He sounded so happy...or maybe he was just yelling over the crowd.
You nodded, breathing deeply to regain your breath.
"I'm so glad you could come." He exclaimed, smiling. His cheeks were still ruddy from playing, and his hair seemed dishevelled, presumably from the helmet which he'd been wearing.
In short...he'd never looked cuter, to you.
And before you realised it, you'd grabbed the neckline of his jersey, and pulling him towards you, kissed him square on the lips.

Contrary to what you thought, Matthew didn't seem shocked, or didn't try to pull away. Instead, he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, and deepening the kiss. His other hand gently rested on your cheek, as you slid the hand that was clutching his jersey to the back of his neck, mindlessly playing with his hair.

Time seemed suspended for you, and you didn't care whether anyone was looking, or not. It had been a while since you felt so happy – that fluttering feeling in your chest finally had a reason and a meaning.

Pulling away, in need of breath, you smiled up at Matthew. He rested his forehead on your head, and, all of a sudden, whispered "You don't know how long I've dreamt about this..."
Blushing, you pecked his lips quickly, before stepping back. "Go get changed, hmm? I'll meet you outside."
Matthew, nodded, smiling.

Damn Lovino, for being right. How on earth did he even know?

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You grinned, as you stood up and off the wall, as you saw Matthew walking towards you.
"I didn't see you earlier." He said.
"Blame the traffic." You pouted, making him laugh.
"That doesn't matter. At least you were here. Do you know, we're into the semi-finals now?"
You raised your eyebrows in surprise. "No…I didn't know that!"
He laughed – a soft, chiming laugh, which made you feel partially weak in the knees. "I guess you're just my lucky mascot, eh? You should come to these games more often."
"I just might," You laughed, as you swung your arms around his neck. "But only on one condition?"
"Hmm?" His eyes widened.
"If you ask me out."
Matthew couldn't help, but smile. "Well, in that case...[Name], could I have the honour of calling you my girlfriend?"
"You sure can!"
You heard the soft 'thud', of him dropping his gym bag, as you felt his wrap his arms around your waist.

"So, where were we, again?"
You couldn't help but laugh.