Ethiopia scanned the next entry and her jaw dropped. She gulped and started to read.

"General Winter is a demon with whom Russia made a contract with as a child. He would answer Russia's cries for help as long as Russia gave him his heart (literally) and let him reside in his body. He just wants a friend but no one will give him a chance because no one knows about Winter. Not even his sisters know he is a victim of demonic possession. The contract won't allow him to tell anyone. Russia actually is as sweet and innocent as he let's on. All the horrible things he's said? All the abuse he put the baltics through? That wasn't him. It was Winter. He doesn't wish for warmer weather because he wants to see sunflowers. He really wants to be free from the demon inside of him. But as he's beentold several times by said demon... Winter will never leave Russia." The room was dead silent as the Russian looked down.

"That Winter bastard. I mean for goodness sake not even I could be that horrible and that's me we are talking about!" Romano yelled in his thick (fucking hot ^/////^) accent.

"Really. I am not a bastard you stupid ass Italian." A voice boomed. A greyish figure appeared behind Russia. The tall man's eyes widened in fear as he ran to the otherside of the room while Rome, Spain, Italy, Philippines, Mexico, Belgium and Netherlands stood infront of Romano protectively.

"I am General Winter. The husband of Sister Summer, father of Colonal Autumn and Little Spring, son of Mother Nature and Russia's demon." He slowly floated to the floor and a chill was spread through out the room. Russia was now being comforted by Ukraine, the North American sibilings, and a tiny Greenland while Belarus stood infront of them with her knives out.
General Winter:

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"I will fetch him later. I must go and-"

"WINTER DON'T MOVE!" A silky feminine yelled. A soft flash of yellow, green, pink and red appeared and died out to see a boy and 3 girls.

"WHAT DID I TELL YOU ON GIVING THE POOR BOY A BREAK WINTER?" A woman with blue eyes and brown hair who held a bouquet of sunflowers stepped forward.

"Sorry little ones. I'm Sister Summer."

"This is my children Little Spring and Colonel Autumn and also Mother Nature."

(Little Spring《pretend she ain't got no breasts as she is still a child ^w^》)

(Colonel Autumn)

(Mother Nature)

"We should be going now. Goodbye!" Mother Nature smiled.
"Goodbye! See you in our seasons!" The two children waved and they all disappeared.

"We should take a break oui? I will go start on lunch! Prepare for the best poutine in your lives alors traite-le des chiennes(1)" Quèbec flipped her hair and walked off to the kitchen.

"I'll go help Emilie. All of you will." Canada whispered while pointing to his provinces and territories. Some sighed but followed the half invisible man.

"YES! THE CANADIAN POUTINE WE JUST SCORED GUYS!" Mexico and the rest of the America's (South, North and all states) cheered.

"What is Putin and why is it named after my leader Ms. Mexico da?" Russia furrowed his brows in confusion. Costa Rica giggled.

"Russia sir, it isn't said like Putin."

"Tell me how to say it da?"

"Si! pou·tine"

"So poutine?"

"Si! So I'll go get Anne (Prince Edward Island) to explain it to you." Costa Rica ran off and a minute later she brought P.E.I with her.

"So it's a Quebec or French-Canadian staple, a dish of homemade french fries topped with white cheddar cheese curds and beef gravy wannabes and some americans have been known to serve this dish with any cheese and turkey gravy. Generally served in a styrofoam container or carton. Hope that helps ye out!"

"ANNE I NEED BACKUP HERE RYLEE (Ontario) AND EMILE ARE FIGHTING AGAIN!" New Brunswick yells.

"COMING SAMUEL! See you later lads!" P.E.I waves and runs to break the two apart.

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Translations

French:
1) So deal with it bitches=alors traite-le des chiennes