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Canada:

Despite all the criticism surrounding Black History Month, Canada thought it was a rather nice arrangement. Probably one of the few arrangements he and America had in common that they shared an equal, well, respect being the closest word that flew to mind.

Still, he was conscious of those of his people not fond of it, so he was trying to integrate Black history into the rest of the year mainstream education, while at the same time travelling around schools to teach students in the tradition of Black History Month.

He didn't like stepping on anyone's toes, and it was best to be on the safe side, eh?

Hungary:

It was unfortunate that internationally her Memorial Day of the Republic got overshadowed by more controversial (and criticism-induced) celebrations, but Elizaveta Héderváry was thankful that nationally, for her people, the Memorial Day was as important as any of the other working holidays of her people.

True, people generally were more in love with the holidays where they could take a day off, but it was still an important day.

Ireland:

Many millennia had passed since Seamus had first stumbled to life, blinking and brand new. Centuries since the nation of which he was the Personification of had become Christian. Decades since it became a Republic.

And still, still he celebrated the festivals of yore.

Though his brothers did too, he celebrated Imbolc by himself.

It was easier to get in the mood he needed to perform the seasonal magic performable at this time of the year, if he didn't have to deal with his brothers too.

Despite it being sometimes seen as a women's holiday by the wiccans, he enjoyed it and the memories it brought as his mother had been the one to introduce Imbolc to him.

He ended Imbolc the way he always did; by praying to Brigid and Saint Brigid.

Scotland:

Alistair could remember waking up one day to the smell of blackthorn. He hadn't known what the smell was, but it had been so powerful that he'd woken up.

When he woke up, it'd been to see his mother with a branch of blackthorn standing just outside the cave he'd been sleeping in.

She'd beckoned him to follow her, which he had, then she'd demonstrated the rituals to be performed when this time of the year arrived.

Dates had meant nothing to him then, it had all been about the signs of the earth and the comings of the spring. Nowadays, however, it was easier to have a specific date so that he could still do the rituals without interfering with his work schedule.

But no matter how many years passed, he could still remember that first Imbolc his mother took him on.

United Kingdom:

To coordinate a big event like LGBT History Month takes a lot of energy, and normally Arthur would be exhausted before lunch time, not to mention before dinner.

Though he was exhausted by dinnertime, he wasn't alone. This year he'd gotten help from his brothers for various reasons.

Rhys, who had come first, did it because Arthur had finally gotten off his high horse and asked. Seamus had come because he was embarrassed that a part of him, the part that was Samuel and Northern Ireland, were holding back on one little thing stopping him from being all-supportive of LGBT rights. Alistair, whom like Seamus had come after their Imbolc celebration, and Peter both came to help because they felt that this would strengthen their endeavors in becoming their own countries.

USA:

The start of a month was never busy for Alfred. Of course, he'd some papers he'd to deliver to his boss and other administrations, but it wasn't that busy. Not as busy as the 15th tended to be.

Except for February.

The beginning of February for Alfred was also National Freedom Day in honor of the 13th Amendment, where he was held sole responsible for the wreath-laying at the Liberty Bell, the start of Black History Month, which he almost always wrote a story about Richard Robert Wright Sr. (because it was so fitting), and the start of the National Birdfeeding Month, where he was assigned, throughout the month, to keep his various bird-feeders (of which he had many) on his large property well-stocked. And in later years to blog about what kind of food he used for the birds and what kind of birds visited; he got a little help from Gilbert on the last one.

Author's notes:

I don't own Hetalia