(A.N. Two words. Holy. Shit. I posted the last chapter around 8:20 AM. It's now 10:07 and I have a reviewer already. Holy. Shit. *Prussia complex grows* So, for BitchyActress, here's the chapter about Russia! I'm going to attempt the accent, so sorry if I butcher it...)

"That was good story. But Russia has better ghosts, da? I will tell you." By this point, the countries had sat down on the floor in a circle around Alfred's mobile fireplace (like the thing with the fire at Panera Bread. I don't know what it's called). "There is a very old story in my country about the rusalka. Rusalka was young woman who tragically drowned in river, da? Nobody found her body or noticed her disappearance for several weeks, and that made Rusalka very angry. When a search party finally went looking, Rusalka smashed their boat on rocks by accident as she was trying to lead them to her body. The three men who were searching died as well. Rusalka had been a sadistic woman in life, and that quality had been amplified in death. Rusalka was now a river spirit, and she liked the feeling of men drowning in her river. From that day onward, if anyone went too close to its banks, Rusalka would drag them down to the bottom of her river and force them to join her in courtship dances. After a while, nobody would dare to go near the river, and for the first time, Rusalka left its watery confines. There was a man who had come from out-of-town. He did not believe the local viliagers' stories, and decided to go swimming. When he got to the water's edge, the man saw a beautiful woman sitting on a rock on the riverbank. He went up to her to ask what was wrong. As he got closer, the man could see that the woman was wearing a blue and white dress with a blue bow in her blond hair. When he got close enough to see her face, Rusalka grabbed the man around the legs and dragged him down to her watery home. To this day, you can see the spirit of Rusalka stalking riverbanks all over Russia, trying to lure other travelers to their deaths."

At this, Ivan looked pointedly at his sister, who looked innocently back up at him. "What do you mean by that, brother dear? Why did you start with that story? Isn't your capital haunted, too?" she demanded. Belarus had a look in her eye that made her beloved brother shrink back in fear. "U-um, sister? You're cutting off circulation on my arm. Please stop. Please?" Reluctantly, Natalya let go of her brother's arm. "Do not worry, dear brother. We can always become one later..." Ivan shuddered. "It is as she said. There are hauntings in Moscow. The spirit of Ivan the Terrible walks around the tower named for Ivan the Great. Czar Dimitry Pretender appears on the wall of the Kremlin. The last time he was seen was in August of 1991, where he was reported to being rather noisy and was gesturing wildly. His message was understood the next morning, when a coup occurred and the plotters read out their message via radio. At one point, there had been a cemetery under where the Kremlin stands today, and you can see the agitated spirits wandering around the Congress building. Well, now that I have scared you sufficiently, I will be able to win this silly contest and you all will become one with Russia, da?" A very awkward silence followed that last remark, which remained unbroken until Switzerland said "Let's let everybody tell their stories before we decide the winner, ok?"

(A.N. Wow, two chapters in the same day! I don't normally update this quickly. The next countries to choose between are England, America, or Canada. As soon as you review, I will start writing the next chapter!)