Frostbite |CountryHumans|

//This is NOT meant to group entire countries of people into certain personalities, backgrounds, etc. These are characters with names, they are not meant in any way to project what the actual nation and its people are like. So, if a character is a bitch, I'm not calling the entire country a bitch. Thank you, have a nice day.\\

Cold. Dark. Unpredictable. Like a blizzard at midnight. Pure white flurries, whipping in the air. Don't go into its grasp, unless you wish to be subject to death by Frostbite.

Nineteen kingdoms. Britannia, Kalmar, Iberia, Français, Deutsches Reich, Arabia, SPQR, Qin, Dravidia, Slavia, the Ottomans, Yugoslavia, Malaya, the African Republic, the Huns, Afro-Asia, Inca, Tibet, and Sahel.

One war.

The blizzard is approaching. About to engulf the entirety of Durain's large castle in its wrath.

When it comes to life, Scotland is sick and tired of it. But when you are such an "important" political bargaining tool; you can't really give up. Those fears of consequence can be overcome, possibly even numbing any emotion to the threat of consequences.

As one slowly but surely loses their own humanity, they are expected to pull it together for good grades, high education, and enrichment. Your father didn't put you at this academy for no reason. Pay attention, Scotland; life is going to get worse by the day.

Just don't stop at six. Never stop at six. Never.

Warnings...
-Cursing
-Gore
-Discrimination
-Weapon usage
-Abuse...
-Violence
-Alcohol
-Smoking
-V I O L E N C E
-Mentions of Suicide
-Some Romance, not a lot.
-Google Translate
Tread with caution.

//AYO! IF THIS BOOK IS SEEN ANYWHERE OTHER THAN ON WATTPAD, THEN IT HAS BEEN STOLEN\\

//The art in this book was drawn by RiptideTheWeirdo, AKA, me, the author\\