Tim's Team

Authors Note: Characters are mine. These are some new guys I decided to make because I was bored and yeah I needed them.

Timeo pushed open the locker room doors, his stomach in knots. Words filled his ears, and his brain immediately began filing the languages in the air. He heard English, French, Finnish, and even...German? He hadn't expected Iowa to be the place to find Germans.

As the team continued to talk and Timeo glanced around, a tall man walked up to him. He had freckles and short cut brown hair. On his jersey was a 'C' indicating his captaincy. He flashed a gorgeous smile, one not yet tainted by a puck to the mouth. "I'm Seymour Owen, but the guys just call me 'Sea' which points out multiple things about me. I'm a center and the captain as well as my name sounds like Sea." He had a thick Canadian accent and Timeo assumed he could only be from Manitoba with an explanation like that.

"I'm Timeo Klauser. Old friends call me Tea, or if that's too stressing with Sea, you can call me Klaus." Timeo extended his free hand to Sea. He hoped stressing had been the right word but something on the Canadians face said otherwise. Sea just nodded, shook his hand, and sat back down. Before lacing up his skates he pointed to an empty stall, a goalie stall.

Timeo sat down, setting his heavy gear in front of him. He noticed most players in their own world and the other goalie was nowhere to be found. He sped up his dressing routine to catch up with the others when words drifted into his ears.

"He's a small goalie. Scrawny too." A deep voice boomed.

"Give the rookie a break, maybe he's insanely talented." An even more catching voice replied, also loud. They were both speaking French as well.

A snort was the only response.

"I can understand you." Timeo said, in a small voice. He wished he could snatch the words back before they reached the French men, but they heard. The one closer, a tall man with dark curly hair spilling out from underneath his helmet and the deep voice, turned and eyed him. "I'm Luc! Forgive our rudeness. I didn't know you spoke French. We were told you were German." Luc's dimples showed and he seemed genuine, still speaking in French. His smile was a bit lopsided and two of his left top teeth were crooked.

"Yes, I'm Jules, Luc is my twin. He can be quite the menace to new teammates, especially goalies. Don't take it to heart, kid, or maybe do." Jules piped in, who too, had dark hair in curls, but his were more under control and well kept. His smile could make many swoon.

"I'm Timeo. I'm not German. I'm Swiss." He said it with great pride and puffed out his chest, "I know German, French, English, Italian, and even some Romansh." Jules was peering around his brother, both had taken great interest in the new goalie.

"I hope that's spelt T - I - M. Because Tim is a lot better than Tea Mayo." Luc spat out still with a laugh in his voice. Timeo knew he was trying to get under his skin but he took great pride in his name, "It is not Tim. If you do not wish me to call me Timeo, you can call me Tea or Klaus for Klauser." Jules shook his head, with an eyebrow raised and a smirk.

"Klaus, why we might as well call you House then! They are practically the same, Tim. Or Strawberry for your hair." Luc stood up and headed out of the room, his laughter hung in the air. Jules followed behind as most of the team was gone. Timeo felt embarrassed by his pinkish blonde hair now that Luc had pointed it out. Was he really a strawberry?

Timeo finished putting on his gear and took a deep breath. I thought French Canadians were nice. These twins simply must be from France! But they don't seem mean, rather, interesting.