and as a plenty capitalist, likes Halloween. and hopes to receive loads of children in his door, asking for candies.

brat is wrong, it originated in Ireland.

Ireland under his feet.

Ireland would contest that :/

Dzyady is what we celebrate in my country, but it's not about candy and costumes, it's a solemn, respectful meal to remember the dead.

open his mouth slightly in an "o" and stares her "Tell me more, miss~"

looks at Arthur, "Dzyady means 'Grandfathers.' it's a day to remember our ancestors. We make a special meal with things like blini and_

kasha, and set a special plate with these foods for the dead. We also visit graves and decorate them. We leave food there for them too."

"We also pour some vodka out at the grave too."

"Vodka..." sighes "Well, Halloween is not only about giving children candies..." nods "We do go to graveyard to visit our relatives..."

"Ah, you do? What do you pour on the grave, if you don't use vodka?" Imagines Arthur pouring out a bottle of scotch or something.

"Nothing..." frowns, surprised with the kind of question "Actualy is for trying to not be possessed by the death's souls."

Eyes widen a bit. "Does that happen often?"

"Very often." nods, crossing his arms "That's why we put pumpkins and stuff in front of the doors."

"Ohhhh," England sounds more and more like a terrifying place. "You must not respect your dead very well, if the feel the need to do_

things like that."

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