Cantabellum - The oldest country left

"ugh, morning..." I grunted as I walked in the kitchen.

"morning/good morning" replied my brothers.

"here ya go Bell~" Tino(Finland) said handing me a cup of heaven -ahem- I mean, uh..coffee.

"thanks Finny" I replied taking the beauty in my hands and inhaling the intoxicating scent.

"ya, know. if your gonna do that go get a room sis" laughed Mathias (Denmark) abnoxiously.

I stopped what I was doing, turned and glared at him, "Norge"

"ACK-" "Stupid Dane, stop upseting big sis like that" the monotonous Norwegian told him, pulling his tie.

now I could have done that on my own but I was too busy envoys my cup of coffee.

Cantabellum is about the size of Australia, she has a cold climate and is a little to the right of Iceland, her youngest brother. Her appearance is this.. white/silver hair, its goes to her waist. She has a slim figure and green eyes. She mostly wears jeans, boots, graphic/band t-shirts, and a black (or brown) leather jacket. She comes off as cold, and imitating to people she doesn't know. But she is nice and has a soft side. She almost dissolved during WWll but luckily lived, the only remeberence of it is the huge scar on her back and her nightmares which are just memories. She often hangs out with the BTT, the female countries, Russia(after much time spent convincing Belarus she wasnt gonna take her big brother away from her), the micronations, some of the allies and most of the axis. She wasn't on good terms with Germany after the "incident" but she put the past behind her.

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Thanks for clicking on my story, I hope you enjoy my crappy writing skills. I do not own Hetalia or any of its characters, I only own Cantabellum. I might not update quickly so sorry for that.
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