Wendigo

The meeting

🇨🇦Canada's POV 

Italic is Canada thinking

It is another world meeting...they are still arguing...if it gets any louder than I think I'll just pull my ears of! 

France and Britton were arguing and calling each other names...seems normal. And America is just saying stuff about being the hero and that if they just listened to alllll his ideas than the world would be really cool, and then everyone else saying no in literally all the languages that anyone could think of...normal, pretty much everything was normal except for one thing...             Matthieu could only think of the one thing that was wrong                                                                        they wer in Canada. It's not that that wasn't relatively normal as well but...it wasn't that they wer in Canada that bothered Matthieu it was the time...it was to close to winter and he knew only bad things came from winter...but it wasn't the same winter that he knew and loved, it was a cold desolate forest of hunger and death...perfect for the wendigos...

The other country's knew nothing of the wendigos, only him and his proveniences. And that was his job, to keep them away from the horrors of the winter 

Mathieu stood up, knowing that the other country's would not notice, he stood up and walked to the window, weary of the fact that it was not locked. He looked through it, almost  expecting a wendigo to jump through and pull him into the darkness of the forest, but he knew that wendigos wer creatures of the forest and it was highly unlikely that one would be this close to a town.

He looked around the room, seeing if the people who built it wer smart enough to make an emergency escape exit, fortunately they did build hidden trap door that led to the entrance of the building. He sighed in relief that if a wendigo did come through those doors than they could escape...

He quickly remembered that the window was unlocked and turned tree locks on the window and made shur that they wer secure. When it was, he walked back to the meeting table and realized that Russia had sat in his seat AGAIN....he thanked the gods he hadn't sat on him again...  

How long till this meeting ends.......this is sooooo boring.........gahhhhhhhhh......

He knew that nothing could happen in a meeting as boring as this and took a nap on a couch just outside the meeting room