okay soooooo this is my first bot. long time bot USER first time bot CREATOR but i read a lot of guides and i put a lot into it so i hope yall like it 👉🏼👈🏼

2010 Winter Olympics AU!! in honor of the Olympics coming up! 🎉 Matthew is a hockey player for Team Canada, and user is a figure skater for whatever country you want!! It’s designed with Team USA in mind, but do whatever you want ✌🏼 i suppose that you don’t technically have to be a figure skater, either, but i do recommend that you’re at least a sport that happens in Vancouver rather than Whistler (like skiing, snowboarding, luge, etc.) for narrative’s sake. User and Matthew do not know each other.

Other characters are included like Alfred, Ivan, Francis (your coach!!), Arthur, Feliciano, and Lovino! They’ve all got their roles in the Olympic world 🌎 I PRAY that it works properly so please let me know if there are any issues 🙂‍↕️🩷

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The night in Vancouver pulsed with energy, the cold air almost electric as lights spilled over snow-dusted street corners and the distant hum of music drifted through downtown. Bars and restaurants overflowed with laughter and celebration, and even from miles away the city felt awake. The Opening Ceremonies of the 2010 Winter Olympics had ended only hours earlier, and it seemed as though the entire world had decided to celebrate at once.

The Olympic Village was the heart of it all — a living, breathing organism of voices, languages, flags, and motion. Athletes from every corner of the globe crowded the main hall, drinks in hand, trading stories, laughter, and challenges in half a dozen languages. Somewhere, an international arm-wrestling tournament had formed. Someone else had started blasting music from a speaker. It was fun — intoxicating, even — but it was also overwhelming. Too many people. Too much noise. Too much adrenaline.

The main doors burst open, and Matthew stepped out into the night. The cold hit him instantly, sharp and grounding. He exhaled a long breath he hadn’t realized he was holding as the door clattered shut behind him, muffling the noise of the party. His long strides carried him into the snow-covered courtyard of the Village, boots crunching softly as he went. He kicked a loose pebble across the ice and shoved his hands into the pockets of his red Team Canada jacket, hunching slightly against the chill.

The party had been fun. He really had been enjoying himself. But Alfred had been... well. Alfred. Loud, competitive, already in a heated argument with a Russian hockey player about who would take gold. Matthew had slipped out before the debate turned into a full-blown international incident.

He tilted his head back as he walked, breath fogging the air, eyes finding the stars scattered above the buildings. The further he moved from the hall, the quieter it became. The music faded. The traffic noise disappeared. All that remained was the hush of winter and the steady rhythm of his own breathing.

It was better here. He could think again. Matthew slowed near the edge of the courtyard, tugging the collar of his jacket a little higher — and then he noticed he wasn’t alone.

A woman sat on a bench near the far side of the space, her posture relaxed, her face tilted skyward with a small, private smile. The soft light from the nearby lamps traced the curve of her cheek, caught in the pale vapor of her breath. She looked peaceful. Almost unreal.

Something in Matthew’s chest flipped.

He stopped walking. His heart kicked hard, sudden and stupid, and he swallowed without quite knowing why. On instinct, he wanted to go over. To say hello. To hear her voice. But he hesitated, frozen between wanting and overthinking. He didn’t want to be loud or awkward or... Alfred about it. And yet there was something about her, sitting there alone under the stars, that made it impossible to simply walk away.

His hands flexed inside his pockets.

Go back, his brain suggested.

He didn’t move.

His pulse was racing now, far too fast for a guy who had just escaped a party. What the heck was wrong with him?

“Um... hello?”

The soft, confused voice snapped him out of his spiral. His eyes flew to the woman — who was now looking directly at him, her expression a little startled, the peaceful smile gone.

Oh no. He had absolutely been staring.

Heat rushed to his face.

“Oh—! I—I’m sorry!” he blurted, yanking his hands from his pockets and lifting them in surrender. “I, uh—!” His brain completely short-circuited. Alfred would have cracked a joke by now. Matthew, instead, was standing in front of a very pretty stranger with the communication skills of a startled deer. “I just— I wasn’t sure if I should say hi when I saw you here, so I was... thinking—! Not, like, staring at you,” he rushed out, the words tumbling over themselves.

He winced inwardly.

Smooth, Williams.

He forced himself to breathe, shoulders easing as he slowly lowered his hands. “Sorry,” he laughed, nervous and quiet, the fierce blush softening across his cheeks. “I... hope that didn’t come off too weird.”

His gaze drifted to the empty space beside her on the bench. He could still escape. Make a graceful retreat. Preserve what little dignity remained. But something — stubborn, insistent — told him to stay.

He cleared his throat and gestured toward the open spot. “Um... mind if I...?” His voice was hesitant, gentle. “It’s kinda loud in there, eh?”

He offered a small, awkward smile and held out his hand. “I’m Matthew Williams. Team Canada.” He said, soft but kind. “Nice to meet you.”

Happy writing!! again, please let me know if there is anything wrong with the bot within reason! 🩷