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Fun stuff this week:
- Wrangled goats on Tuesday.
- Took my first radiograph today
- Did laundry so Dani has things to sleep on and so my laundry basket no longer smells like goat
- Moved downstairs
- Stole sprinkles from the dining hall
Canada turned to Russia with a pleasant smile. "It is one of the sports I'm better at, yes."
"Would you care to play a game this weekend?"
Canada's smile stretched a little wider. "I'd love to. Be sure to invite Al, he likes to watch my games even if he refuses to play with me any more."
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Russia let out an 'oomph' as he was slammed against the plexiglass dividers, and by the time he turned away Canada had covered half the distance to his goal and there was pretty much no chance of catching up.
Canada skated around the goal and brought the puck back so they could start again.
Russia initiated the staredown.
"You see now why America refuses to play with me?" The accompanying smile was anything buy Canada's usual polite one.
"Do you find this intimidating? You will have to try harder."
Canada just shook his head, and counted down so they could attack one another again.
The smaller nation stole the puck and shot off towards the goal again. Russia, however, had planned fort his and was off after him, catching up and returning the gift he had received earlier.
The sound of Canada hitting the sides was gratifying, and Russia had the puck and was away and towards Canada's goal while the boy was still groaning.
Russia continued skating confidently down towards Canada's goal, and was nearly there when something slammed into his side. He looked down, shocked to see Canada muscling in under his arm. It's that one moment that is his downfall, because instead of pushing Canada away, he allows the nation to throw him off balance and steal the puck away.
Russia slides to a halt and watches as Canada takes the shot from the center of the rink and lands the puck squarely in the goal.
The smaller nation then skates himself to the side, throws his stick into the box, and pulls his helmet off. There's a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, and when he smiles at Russia it shows that there's a good amount smeared across his teeth as well.
"Nice check. Almost as good as a Canadian one."
Russia skates over to join him, pulling his own helmet off as well. "Is that supposed to be a complement comrade?"
"Anything that brings you close to the level of Canadian hockey should be taken as a complement. It's not every day people come close to that level of godliness." Canada leaned over and punched Russia's arm, and Russia could feel it even through all the hockey padding. "I'm going to go hit the showers. See you there."
America wandered down towards Russia as he watched Canada leave. "And that's why I don't play hockey with Canada. You never win, and when you think you're going to, you don't. It's sort of frustrating."
Russia nodded and decided he would play invite Canada out for another game the next week.
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