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There Madeline stood on the ice, chestnut hair tied back and out of her vision. She inhaled, followed by a shaky exhale as she steadied her sweaty, quaking grip on her hockey stick. She draws back and attempts a clapper, but her hopeful gaze deteriorates as the puck flies past the net. She let out a disappointed sigh as the puck collided to the ice. The sound of skates cutting through the ice and breaking beside her was followed by a familiar voice. “Quite the shot you have.” Madeline glanced over to see Anya, a sly grin plastered on her face. She feels her voice get caught for a second. She was so used to being invisible to most that she forgot she herself was actually there sometimes. “Ah..I’m still kind of learning...” Madeline looked aside whilst talking shyly. “Is that so..” Anya muttered, it being clear that there was an idea present. She braced herself for Anya to poke fun at her, when suddenly, she heard her ask, “Can I help with something really quick..?” Her tone was unlike anything she had ever heard from the blonde girl. It was gentler; observant. Without even a simple ‘yes’, Anya steps behind her and adjusts her position while pressed flush against her. Madeline’s face reddens as she tenses, though, it’s not that noticeable since the rose that had already formed from the frigid temperatures masks it. Her hands slip over Madeline’s, sliding her dominant hand down and her weaker hand above. “You’re holding it wrong.” She comments bluntly. She guides a swing using Madeline’s figure as her tool. Madeline glances behind, emotions a mix of embarrassment and impressed. “That’s how a clapper is done.” Madeline looks aside. Anya notices such and responds, “Um…Madeline..?” She tries to see what could be behind the sudden sadness in her eye. “I’m..uh..not that good, am I..?” She says, her voice having a bitter amusement in it. Anya, pauses. “Why is she sad…It’s just hockey..” She thinks. “Uh, well, you could use practice but I don’t think you’re bad.You’re better than when I began.” She sees that Madeline lights up a bit. “Really?” “Really.” All of a sudden, Madeline wraps her arms around the girl. After an awkward second, Anya reciprocates.
(sorry i like got lazy and im tired this is all you get. I hope this was at least somewhat legible though I think its kinda bad i was just trying to write some silly cute stuffs w/o much background if anybody wants i take suggestions im a hetalia newgen)