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Mexico sighs as she continues doing her paperwork, even as Itztlacoliuhqui continues his display of frustration about his family. Her eldest daughter looks just as bored.

While Itztlacoliuhqui seldom visit, when he does, it always about an another magical mess that he have to clean up, especially between the nature spirits. While she admits that it is funny on how petty his family can be, on the other hand, when they do get petty, it tends to cause crop failure.

"…Then Jack runs away right when the vampire came back! The brat!" Wait what. Mexico looks up and sees that Itztlacoliuhqui is smirking, "Ahh now you hear me."

Edomex sniggers.

Mexico glares at both her eldest child and Aztec god.

Itztlacoliuhqui sighs unhappily. Why does Mother Nature keep sticking clean up duty on him? Both General Winter and the new brother are screaming at each other.

AGAIN.

Itztlacoliuhqui breathes in deeply and with savage glee blast the new and old brat with a blast of frost power covering both in a thick encasement of ice. Finally some blasted peace and quiet.

It is times like these that Itztlacoliuhqui is glad to have his mask. The white clothing adds a nice contrast with the feathers accentuating the outfit. Making him seem bigger then he really is. Or making him unnoticeable when he wants to.

Since it is clear that General Winter can not train Jack Frost alone without getting into a fight, then it is time to get involve. His lips twist into a manic grin. This will be fun.

While watching a literal dancing sword, Sanderson Mansnoozie was using every technique in his large repertoire in keeping calm.

The weapon always did induce and amplify anger. Why did he think making a weapon do that was a good idea?

Finally resorting to using some creative and extensive profanity from civilizations long gone, Sandy mentally swear the nation that somehow changed the obedient if somewhat sardonic weapon into something that he wants to kill. Violently. Very violently.

With each curse and profanity, despite being audibly silent, Nimue, Lady of the Lake flinches.

When Sandy's gaze meets her. She tries to hide the fear, doing somewhat well. Clearly, she is regretting what had happen as well.

With slouched shoulders, the King of Sweet Dreams force himself to let go of the artificial anger that the holy sword Excalibur been known to evoke.

That island-nation have been nothing but a pain. How was it that leaving the weapon in England for a few decades changed the sentient weapon so much personality wise?

He really hopes that this change in personality is not permanent. He did not even change so much during the fall of the Constellations and considering that hellish time, that is saying something. Come to think of it, it is worrying that everything that particular Nation cares about seem so far to always become more obnoxious with time.

Sandy hopes it does not become a recurring theme.

War of 1812: September 1814

Canada is sulking.

He will not admit it but is not happy about how England manage to piss off wrong beings and getting Canada himself involved in the elder Nation's issues. While Canada would not admit it, he can understand why his brother rebelled a few decades ago. Someday, he might be force to leave England's house if he keeps being dragged into conflicts, although America is still in the wrong about leaving the protection of England.

Serves him right for how this war has ended. Beaten by a fellow former colony. Ha! But the current conflicts is won, now if only they can resolves their issues without the bloodshed in the future.

Canada blinks when he hears knocking in a familiar tune. Nana. The northern Nation force himself out of his little self-impose corner and force himself to open the door.

Aster Bunnymund stood there tall, furry, and calm.

But his eyes tell Canada that he is not happy about the situation.

The Nation open the door wider and let him in. As anyone who knows, Bunnymund always have the last laugh, even if it is at himself. It is better to get the screaming over with.

Nana glares, "It is foolish on both of you. Your have matching egos plus that farcical malignant influence…"

Canada gives an ugly look at the insult on England. "England is not…" stopping knowing that Nana seldom believes any statements of kindness of the island nation.

Base on the snarl just barely holding itself back, it was very clear that Nana was using every technique in his large repertoire to keep calm at the mention of England.

He never did like either England or France or for that matter, Spain. Seeing the look, Nana tries to justify it, "He always makes a mess of it."

Canada sighs. He will never win in these disagreements. There is a cold comfort in that America had or will likely endured his own dressing down courtesy of the Pooka.

Around 1816

Canada quietly sips his tea while carefully eyeing the chocolate given as a gift by Nana. While Nana is great with chocolate, occasionally, he will slip something in that is has an ah… interesting affects. Although considering that Mexico is already eaten her half, it probably safe for human consumption. Now if only they will tell him what is going on with the weather that is making Nana snippier then normal.

Mexico seems to know what is wrong if her grin any indication.

Nana glumly stirs his tea. Not even noticing that he is doubling the usual amount of honey he is putting in his tea.

Mexico smiles knowingly, "So Jack is being a pain as usual? You only every sigh like that when you receives a most practical trick. And the only one that can boost such an achievement is Jack."

Nana unhappily sigh and nods.

Jack? Who? Or maybe a better word would be a what. "Who is Jack?"

Nana blinks in confusion, "You do not know about Jack?"

Canada felt annoyed when Mexico looks confused as well. Her face scrunching up as she turns and looks at Nana. "Should we?"

Nana rolls his eyes, "Jack is a young winter spirit. I am sure you are have heard of my particular mention of General Winter?"

Canada nods silently.

"Yes, he of a same stock. Due to being born in your brother's land, he have since became America's best fellow. And unlike the rest of you nations, he is not bound to politics."

Canada frowns, "Then how do you know him?" Canada is not sure why it surprise him to hear that both Nana and Mexico know about this Jack.

Mexico speak out, "The one known as the Sandman had met him as well, although that was more of a nature matter. But Nana is the spirit of Spring, knowing of a fellow spirit is not that surprising."

Canada sighs, "No, but I am surprise that Nana would associate with anyone that could be crazy like General Winter."

Nana grunts out, "You could contest that General Winter is the above the norm and thus not the rule."

Canada hums in agreement, "That may be the case. But considering that America sees this spirit as a friend he is likely to be the mischievous rather then malicious sort."

Nana suddenly looked aggravate, "You know Alfred. And you are right."

Canada can not help but to look forward to the day he meets this winter spirit. Anyone that can catch Nana off guard is worth meeting.

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Mexico and her kids

'Edomex'- The State of Mexico

Canada

Bunnymund/ Nana

Itztlacoliuhqui- Aztec god of frost and death

Sandman/ Sandy- What happen to Excalibur was another nail in the coffin of why Sandy dislike England. If he is OOC, keep in mind that this was just after King Arthur and Excalibur just picked up the habit that will make everyone else miserable, the creator of said weapon (Sandy) can somewhat resist the anger unlike almost all other beings but is still influenced.

Excalibur- based from the Soul Eater anime who is the personification of anger.

Woot! I am currently finished with this story. If I every get the odd inspiration for another chapter, I might post it, otherwise this story is now finished!