Japan sighed happily as he looked up at the moon above him. He was sitting on his porch drinking some tea, listening to the wind rustling through the trees. It was nights like these that he enjoyed the most, as they were so peaceful. Of course, the phone just had to ring, bringing an end to his peaceful meditation. Annoyed, Japan got up and walked over to the phone in the hall and picked it up.
"Hello, this is Japan speaking." Japan said calmly.
"JAPAN! HEELLP!" A freaked out voice shouted, making Japan wince and pull away from the phone.
"What is it this time Italy?" Japan sighed.
"Huh? Dude, it's me America!" America said in a confused voice.
"America? What's wrong?" Japan asked, suddenly getting concerned.
"Canada and I were hanging out at his cabin in the woods and I SWEAR we heard a wendigo!" America wailed. "You have to help us!"
"America, I'm sure that there are no monsters." Japan said trying not to laugh. "I'm sure it was just a moose call or something."
"Al, move over. Canada here." Canada said as he took the phone from America. "I know moose calls, and I can tell you for sure that it wasn't! Please help us!"
"You are both over reacting." Japan said with a sigh. "But if it makes you feel better I'll come over."
"Thank you!" Canada said in relief.
"Please hurry!" America said.
"I'll see you soon." Japan said and hung up the phone. As he gathered up his coat and bag, he wondered what a wendigo was.
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As Japan drove up the snowy dirt road up to the cabin, he couldn't help but realize how far away the cabin was from the rest of the world. In fact, it was almost literally in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the woods. He hadn't seen a single soul on the path, and on either side of him where large trees that blocked the moonlight from reaching the road.
"No wonder America and Canada are scared." Japan thought. "A situation like this is exactly like one of America's horror movies."
Just as he thought this, he saw something jump large in front of him on the road, and he hit the brakes. Screeching to a halt, he stopped short of hitting the creature in front of him. For a second there was silence. Then the creature let out a loud cry, and stomped its feet.
"I knew moose were road hazards in Canada, but I never realized how big they are." Japan gasped as he tried to calm his nerves.
The moose, obviously not amused by the fact that it had almost been run over, walked back into the woods with a grunt. After the moose incident, Japan decided to drive a bit slower. The rest of the trip was quiet and nothing else exciting happened. Finally, he pulled up to the cabin. The cabin looked rather old, sort of like one of those old log cabins. Except for the fact that it had a garage, two cars parked out front, and all of the lights were on in the cabin. Sighing, Japan stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door and rang the doorbell. He heard footsteps, and then the door opened.
"Japan, dude!" America said in relief. "Good to see you. Please, come in."
"Thank you." Japan said. Walking in, he saw Canada and his polar bear sitting on the couth with nervous expressions.
"Do you want a cup of tea?" America asked. "We put on the kettle to make some hot chocolate and there is still some hot water left."
"Yes, thank you." Japan said as he hung up his coat and took off his shoes. After a few minutes, everyone was sitting in the living room. Japan was sitting on the couch, while America and Canada sat on the love seat.
"I need to ask, what is a wendigo?" Japan asked.
"It's a North American Monster." Canada explained. "The natives around the great lakes in both my country and America's have talked about it for hundreds of years."
"So this is a very old monster legend?" Japan asked.
"Yeah, it's also one of the freakiest ones!" America said with a shiver. "There are many different ways that the native people describe a wendigo, but I'll go with the most popular version. A wendigo is a monster that was once human, but had ate fellow humans due to starvation. These monsters looked human, but where so thin that it looks like a skeleton with skin stretched over the bones. Their eyes are sunk back into their sockets, to the point where it almost looks like they have none. They are always described as smelling like decaying flesh and rot. In some cultures, they can be giants and in others they are the size of humans."
"Yeah, they aren't your regular cute vampires or werewolf's." Canada said.
"Why would the natives believe in such a creature?" Japan asked, looking a little disturbed.
"It was a tale to stop people from eating each other in times of great hardship during winter." America said. "Even back then cannibalism was a taboo, and they spread the story to stop people from killing each other."
"But of course, that doesn't mean it's not real!" Canada said."
"Whatever you say." Japan said with a sigh. "Look, as far as I saw on the way up here I didn't see anything but a moose. I think that you two should calm down and think logically."
For a moment, the two North American's glanced at each other. Then Canada sighed. "Yeah, maybe you're right."
"Sorry, I always stress out this time of year." America muttered. "Halloween is getting closer, and that's the day the ghosts and creepy things show up."
"I thought you didn't believe in those sort of things." Japan said with a curious look.
"Dude, I don't know why but I always see creepy stuff on Halloween. And usually only around England!" America said. "Maybe it's part of part of our scare competition."
"You're weird." Canada said.
A/N: The wendigo is a pretty creepy myth. I won't lie, I was slightly freaked out while researching this one. (Never look at a picture of one, its freaky. I SAID DON'T LOOK! You looked didn't you? Well, I hope you're happy with yourself.) But I have an announcement to make. Due to people asking, and asking, and begging, and being passive aggressive, I will be doing a chapter on, *sigh*… Memes. I know I'm going to regret saying this, but I don't really like memes. (Dodges rotten tomatoes and boo's.) Hey, if any of you had read my chapter on "Topics I will never do" you would already know the reason why. For those too lazy to go back to that chapter, it's because I had a friend who was obsessed with them to the point that he would only speak in meme. It got to the point where I started to despise them, and don't find them funny anymore. (Occasionally a good one will show up, but not often.) But I will write about them fairly and not in a bad light, as I do try to write in a way that keeps bias out of the way of the facts. But for goodness sakes STOP ASKING I'LL DO IT!