Literature
The Day After Chirstmas
Czechia sat alone at his piano, it was December 26, the guests where gone, and the house was cold and silent. Except for the music he played. There was no joy now, it had past with Christmas Day, and he played a sad song, until he heard a sound. He stopped, letting the last notes of music echoed in the house, and listened to see if he heard it again. It sounded like someone was trying to breakdown the door, that meant only one thing, Slovakia was at the door. Czechia got up and ran to the door before Slovakia did any permanent damage. Opening the door, he saw Slovakia, standing in the cold without his coat on.
"Hello," Slovakia smiled.
