Anime Oneshots

Canada/Matthew Williams (Hetalia)

GreenR: hiyah! Guess who wrote that shot instead of going mad over her Chemistry exam?

Law: my money's on you.

GreenR: badabaaammm!!! Someone give that boy a prize, because he is correct!

And anyways, this time's question:

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I can't think of anything good. *leaves the room* Law, be good and handle my responsibilities this time.

Law: why always me? I don't have any ideas...

Favourite band then, I guess?

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"Servus Mayu," you waved slightly to the teenage girl at the front desk of the skating rink you went to. As always her face was sour like she had just bitten a lemon and her hair bright enough to get her crowned the Great President of the Gingerland.

"Is it free now?" You asked, shuffling with the sports bag that was on your shoulder. "Or are the hockey-pokeys still bloodying their noses?"

"They...should be...gone," every word seemed to take immense willpower to be said out. You nodded to her quickly and searched your pockets to bring out enough money for two hours of rinktime.

"Thank you," you started walking backwards towards the dressing rooms and awkwardly fingergunned af her. "You rule!"

You quickly dressed in sweatpants and a warm sweater, then headed to the ice. You changed your sneakers for skates just before stepping on the ice and left the dry-land shoes next to the bench. They were not needed on ice.

As soon as you stepped on the ice you felt as if you became more and more graceful and powerful with every step. Elegant and practiced moves made you gain speed and you did few rounds around the rink to get your legs warm before attempting even smallest element. Of course you had warmed up before, but better be safe than sorry. No need for accidents again.

Finally you felt confident enough and so started practising your short program. Your coach wasn't there today, because you had wanted to try few more times before showing her what you had come up with (so she could help you with it) but still you felt as if someone was watching you.

You shook the feeling off and started up the music. It took about ten seconds for the song to begin and by that time you were already on the position and ready.

You had a lots of mistakes in jumps and wanted to get the spins faster as well, but in overall you finished in right time. You considered it a little win and went to pause the music when you heard slow clapping. So there really had been someone there.

You spun around on the ice and looked at the clapper. Looked as if Mayu had been wrong, because if that wasn't a hockey player, you were Mirai Nagasu.

"You shouldn't be here," you were little cross, because you didn't like people seeing you make so many mistakes.

"Ah, er...sorry," the boy called back to you and walked closer, because even though he had yelled, it had still been too quiet for you to hear. "Sorry," he repeated again when he got to you, his face little red but that could be from the training the hockey players had had.

"It's...fine," you felt a little awkward for getting mad. It wasn't like the rink was off-limits for anyone. Not officially. "Just don't sneak up on me like that again."

"I won't," guy smiled brightly and you were caught off by how cute he actually looked when he wasn't so worried. Or awkward. "But...um, you were really grood. I mean, great...or good."