During WW2 Germany invaded Russia only to be pushed back solely by the Russian winter.

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Germany trudged through the endless amount of snow, breathing heavily. When someone told him that winters in Russia were brutal, they hadn't said it was this bad. Germany brought his gloved hands to his face in an attempt to warm them, only to have the breathe he let out immediately taken away by the harsh and unforgiving wind. Stuffing his hands back into his pocket, Germany continued to stomp through the knee high snow.

He looked behind him to see his men, bloodied and weak. They had not been prepared for winter to be as cold and harsh as this. They should have done more to prepare, but now there was nothing anyone could do about it. If they didn't reach their destination soon though they were going to have to turn back and try to survive the way back to Germany which would be just as deadly. Soon, Germany found himself ahead of his troops; walking far enough ahead of them that he could no longer see them.

"Germany…" Germany whipped around, trying to look through the haze of snow and wind. There was nothing there. Germany started walking forward again.

"Germany…Germany…"

"Ja? Who's there?" Still all he could see is snow blowing around his face.

"Germany!" Germany whipped around to see Russia right behind him, smiling his childish smile.

Where did he come from? Germany thought frantically, trying to regain his sense of direction.

"What are you doing here Germany? You should be home." Russia's childish smile didn't waver. Germany scowled at the other.

"It's time our alliance ended." He had to shout over the wind.

"That is fine, but you will not be able to beat me." Russia's purple aura surrounded him, but he was still smiling.

"My army can beat anyone's!" Germany growled out.

"It's not my army you have to worry about." Snow seemed to condense behind Russia. "It is him." Russia turned sideways, showing a figure that hadn't been there moments before.

"Are you the Germany Russia talks so much about?" General Winter said with his own creepy smile. Germany fought the urge to take a step back.

"Ja."

"Germany has decided that we are no longer friends though, and he has decided to invade in the middle of your season." Russia said to General Winter. Germany watched as General Winter's face darkened.

"Leave it to me then." General Winter disappeared into the snow that had formed him, leaving Russia and Germany once again alone.

"What did he mean?" Germany finally asked.

"Look at your men Germany. They are tired and ragged, and they haven't even fought yet. Your men aren't prepared for Russia's winter. General Winter can and will make sure that the rest of your time here is hell."

Germany looked at his men, saw how they had finally caught up with him, and saw how they were struggling just to walk. He slowly let his breath leave his lungs trying to remain calm. "We will be victorious Russia."

"Sure you will comrade. Sure you will." Russia turned and walked away and left Germany to catch up with his army.

As soon as Russia was out of his sight, the storm around him seemed to get even worse. Now he and his men could hardly see each other, let alone where they were supposed to be going. The commanding officer ran up to Germany.

"Sir! We have to turn back! We aren't going to last in this storm." He shouted.

"Nein. We will continue." Germany said forcefully, leaving his officer in shock. Germany didn't have to look back to know that his soldiers would be following obediently.

Not even the king of storms would have deterred Germany right then. They did lose though, and General Winter was the sole reason why they retreated.