He wasn't going to lie to himself. Matthew felt a little nervous about tonight. Sure, hockey was HIS sport. The only ones who usually really gave him trouble were Ivan and Berwald. It wasn't the record that this his opponent had and how they were doing really good at HIS sport; it was the fact of WHO his opponent was going to be. As he stood with his team before the game started, he looked over to his opponent's team, and the man who was the nation. He sighed as he approached the other team and tapped the louder nation on his shoulder. When bright blue eyes met violet there was a slight uncomfortable tension between the two.

"H-Hey Mattie…" The other nation said.

"Hello Alfred." Matthew said back. The two brothers had always competed in certain things. Alfred had always been the stronger one and let his voice be heard. Matthew had been more passive and quiet. There was silence after the modest introductions. Matthew wasn't sure he had ever heard his brother be this quiet before. It was finally broken by Alfred's laugh.

"Hey Matt, you know I love ya right? Well, so no hard feelings about this game, ok?" Alfred said as he pulled his little brother into a hug. Matthew felt a little at ease as he heard his brother's voice sound so care free.

"So we're cool right? You're not gonna be too sad when we win right?" Alfred asked.

"No I'll be fi- Wait, when YOU win? Alfred, you've gotten a lot better at hockey, but this is my game. Compared to me, you still have a way to go. " Matthew said while smiling a little. He already didn't like how competitive his brother could be in things. But this was a different kind of competitive.

"Mattie! Come on and face it! Our team is awesome! Sure you guys got famous for the game and made it known. But the Americans perfected it!" Alfred said proudly as his team cheered behind him.

"You send you teams over to my house all the time to train them." Matthew said as started to walk away. He would have gotten away if Alfred hadn't grabbed him.

"Are you saying we wouldn't be as good if it wasn't for you guys?" Alfred asked quietly.

"I'm saying that we helped you so it couldn't kill you to say 'thank you' for once. Alfred you always get all the attention. This is my moment. Why can't I just have some time to be in the spotlight?" Matthew asked. He stepped closer and actually glared a little at his brother.

"This whole Olympics is your time in the spotlight! It may be held at your house but you can't expect us all to just let you win!" Alfred shouts.

"You have the most metals! You always just have fun outshining me and thanks to that no one remembers my name!" Matthew yells back. The two teams started watching the two countries argue and wondered if they should stop them. They both had almost puffed up and the sound of the fans cheering for each country wasn't helping either of them calm down.

"You just can't stand it, can you Alfred? You just hate the idea of your little brother being better than you in something and you can't admit that we really can do this!" Matthew shouted.

"Whenever I've ever tried to show that I'm strong, you just do whatever you can to try and shoot me down! You're such a jerk! I hate you!" Matthew yelled which immediately made Alfred silent. Matthew was red and panting from letting loose all his anger at once; too busy to really pay any attention to the expression of sadness on Alfred's face. Though as quickly as it appeared, it vanished and was replaced with rage.

"You hate me huh? Well fine! My team is going to beat you guys! We worked so hard and we will not go home with anything less than a Gold metal! So don't go crying when we beat you guys!" Alfred yelled as he pushed his team back to their side. Matthew glared as he marched back to his own team. Once the players started skating out onto the ice, Matthew went up to where all the countries were watching the game. This game with his brother was very popular so quite a few countries had come to watch. It normally only happened at the metal events where almost all the countries came out to watch, but so many found the brother fighting amusing so they had come to watch and maybe even cheer one on. It seemed reasonably split for the countries siding with each brother. Matthew noticed Arthur, Kiku, Toris, Eduard, Ravis, Feliciano, and Ludwig were all waving the American flag; while on his side were Francis, Gilbert, Yao, Yong Soo, Ivan, Berwald, and Tino. There were a few others who hadn't picked sides but were simply there to watch. And though he was extremely grateful that some of his friends were there to cheer for him, he felt hurt at the loud cheering from some of them who went to Alfred's side.

"Stop moaning! This is our moment to kick those annoying Americans and put them back in their place! We're going to win!" Matthew told himself as the game started. He was amazed to see that for the American team we're doing very well. Though his team was on the attack, the American goalie wasn't going to let anything get past him at that rate. Though the offence really wasn't making too many moves. The Canadian team was ready to attack and they were going full force. So it was amazing that the first point went to America. Though greatly outnumbered, the American fans screamed loud and chants of 'USA! USA!' were almost heard over the upset Canadians. He looked over at his brother who was also chanting and the other countries were clapping for him. The countries that were supporting him looked annoyed but were still chanting for Canada.

It took a little bit, but the almost unstoppable goalie slipped up and let a shot in the net. Matthew wasn't sure he had ever shouted as loud as did right there before. The loud cheers of his people fueled him and he jumped up and down with his supporters. Right as he felt on top of the world and looked back at the game, he felt his heart sink as the American team got another shot in on the Canadian team.

After that, the game was pretty constant; the strong attacking Canadian team was doing its best to break through America's defense while the American goalie protected all the shots. It wasn't until the beginning of the 2nd that Canada got another shot in. Matt felt the pride of his whole country swell in his chest as ever nation cheering for felt that now the Canadians were going to go in and really win. A few people like Gilbert and Yong Soo even whispered quiet congratulations to him, believing that the Canadians now had the game in the bag. Matt smirked as he started at his brother but noticed a change in the expression that was on Alfred's face. He wasn't upset or even mad at the fact his team was down. But he didn't have his usual grin on his face either. He was focused. As he stared down at the players, a small smile crept onto his face. And as if they were waiting for this signal, the American team went to offence. The team started taking the puck and really fought against Matthew's team. He knew deep down he shouldn't be surprised. Alfred had always loved the tough part of games where there was a bit of fighting involved, so why wouldn't his people?

As the game went on, the two teams fought hard and tried to over power the other; Matthew couldn't help looking over at his brother. He was being unusually quiet. This made Matt a little nervous. And he had good reason to. As a power play was going on, America got their third shot into the net. Matt wasn't going to lie, he was really getting a little nervous. Was it possible that his brother could actually win? It wasn't until during a power play, that his team got a shot in, did he feel his confidence coming back. The crowd went wild and he started feeling confident again. He looked at the clock and there was only ten minutes left in the whole game. He had confidence in his team and was proud of his people. He truly believed this would work out. Only about six minutes left, and the Americans made another shot into the goal.

Even as he heard his people shouting, he just had gut instinct. Though he wished it would go away, he could already feel what would be official in just a few minutes. America had won. They beat the Canadian team. He felt his heart break as Alfred was jumping up and down with joy while even the countries that had been supporting Matthew went over to congratulate him. He sighed and went down to at least tell his team that they did good while watching Alfred run to his team and jump into the pile of cheering hockey players.

Though he wasn't sure if it was him or his people who felt so upset at the loss, he just wanted to go back to his room for the night not be bothered. Matthew picked up Kumajiro and quietly left. On his way back to his house, he heard someone shouting his name. It took him a minute but he recognized the voice. He sighed as he turned around to find his brother running up to him. He really didn't want to deal with anyone, especially not Alfred right at the moment.

"M-Mattie! W-Why'd you leave so fast?" Alfred asked as he struggled to catch his breath. Matthew should have expected this; Alfred just wanted to brag after his victory. Even though he had a slight feeling that had he won, he would be extremely tempted to gloat a little too. As he started to walk away Alfred grabbed Matthew and pulled him back. He held on even though Matthew tried to struggle out of his grasp.

"Let me go Alfred! I'm not in the mood ok? Yes, I'm happy the you won, but I still am feeling bad for now so can you just leave me alone already?" Matthew shouted back at his brother. It took a minute but Alfred reluctantly let him go.

"So, you still hate me then?" Alfred asked quietly. His voice was a little broken and he wasn't looking at Matthew. It took him a minute to really understand what Alfred said but then remember what he had said to his brother before the game.

"No I don't hate you alright? L-Look, I have had to deal with living in your shadow a lot. Even when I try and do big things to help you I still am ignored. S-So when I felt you trying to put me down in something I actually feel confident in; I don't know! I was upset! I didn't mean it ok?" Matthew said. Alfred finally looked back at him, but what shocked Matthew was that he could clearly see tears in Alfred's eyes.

"A-Alright... I get it that you didn't mean it. I didn't either, really! I just was being full of myself and I really shouldn't have done that! I-I just flipped at the end! I-I really thought you hated me. You're my brother Mattie! That comes before everything else! Even the Olympics!" Alfred said as he pulled Matthew close and hugged him. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. Alfred had really been that shaken by what he had said. Matthew hugged his brother back and smiled.

"I'm sorry. You earned this. Sure, I wish I had won, but I'm still happy for you Alfred." He said as he gave a small kiss on Alfred's cheek, making his brother turn bright red. Though he stood in shock for a second, Alfred laughed and held out his hand.

"Come on, let's go out and get a drink or something! We need to celebrate how two amazing teams played a great game tonight!" Alfred said. Matthew laughed as he took his hand and they started walking to the nearest bar.

"Oh, Alfred, just so you know. Since you beat me, you better keep your promise and not go home without that gold!" Matthew said and they walked.

"Because you may get the gold there, but my woman's team will be taking that gold!"

Wow this was fun! Ok, my RP friend who plays Canada inspired this. Even though I'm Italy in the RP I was cheering for my country of America during the game! And we always talk about US vs Canada since I live near Canada and can feel the rivalry between the two countries year round. Anyway! Also, I kept giving shout outs to the goalie for the American Hockey goalie in this! GO RYAN MILLER!!! He plays for my local team and we are all so proud of him! Ok, this has gone on long enough! You can see the hint that this will have another chapter! So please review! PS, I missed a shot for the American team, but oh well! USA! USA!