#1p2pcanada

“I know its late and i don’t know you but i hear you can talk to fish and i’m worried my goldfish is depressed”

The performances of the Opening Ceremonies were well underway, and the stadium was aglow with lights, music, and cheering. In just a couple minutes, the athletes would start their march into the stadium.

Almost every eye in the stadium was watching the entrance they would come out of.

But up above, in the booth seating the nations of the world, there were a few that were more concerned with one of their own members.

Or rather, with the lack thereof.

"What the hell, dude! What’re you doing here?"

While the man being questioned was A Canada, he was not the Canada that they had been expecting to see. Or even, that they had seen at the beginning of the ceremonies in that very seat.

"I’m watching the ceremonies."

"I think what Alfred means to say is, where is Matthew?" Arthur chimes in, eyes narrowed and suspicious. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to drag the other nation off yet another rooftop. But it was too soon to truly be able to say yet.

Matt just shrugs, keeping his gaze pointedly on the entrance that the athletes will come out of. A smirk flashes across his face when the doors open and people start streaming out.

Alfred and Arthur’s questions stop as soon as the music starts, head slowly turning with looks of horror at the path the athletes are walking.

"He didn’t."

"After the other day? Damn right he would."

"Shit."

The two are about to stand up and rush off to find him, only to have a large hand land on their shoulders and push them down. Almost without any effort.

Matt still hadn’t left his seat, but his eyes glinted with amusement as he ensured that the other two wouldn’t leave their seats either.

Alfred and Arthur ended up sitting uncomfortable through most of the parade, feeling as if there were a pair of eyes drilling into the backs of their heads.  He may not be their Matthew, but Matt’s glare was even more effective than his.

Either way, their questions are all answered when Team Canada starts walking onto the stage. Front and centre, replacing the athlete that was supposed to be carrying the flag, is Matthew.

Arthur almost releases a sigh of relief until he realizes that the chanting is in fact not coming from the crowd, but from the mass of red-clad athletes down below. They are, of course, being lead in the chant by their flag bearer.

"we are winter."

"We Are Winter!"

"WE ARE WINTER!"

"WE ARE WINTER!!!"

"WE ARE WINTER!!!!!"

Arthur groans, burying his face in the palm of his gloved hand.

Alfred just watches, eyes wide and horrified (and watching out for incoming snowballs).

"No Matthew, wait, this is going to be HILARIOUS."

So once upon a time Poseidon's sons decided to have a little fun and steal borrow their father's trident.They were going to give it back, honest!

Alfred just wanted to have a little fun with daddy's big boy toy and poke holes in boats. "All humans swim anyway, so stop worrying, Matthew."

So Alfred ... had a little fun with a wayward dinghy. After much fooling around, the dinghy sank ... and so did the human.

"....he's not swimming Al.."

...like a rock.

Alfred had to go put the trident back before daddy dearest woke up, and Matthew couldn't for the life of him let this one human sink to his watery grave. Wow he really can't swim.

Matthew saves the poor guy and drags him to shore, performs mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, and proceeds to scold him.

Matt thinks he's adorable.

Imagine if you will, Mattie is kissing his way down Matt's chest, slowly unbutton his shirt. Leaving little hickies here and there as he goes down. Matt is shivering and making soft noises until Mattie gets to his belly button. Matt is clearly nervous and doesn't want Mattie to "dirty" himself.

Then he hears "PHBBBTTT." And Mattie blows raspberries on Matt's stomach.