A/n: Here's a new letterfic for you guys. Send in your letters to the Czech Republic and his brother Slovakia. So that you know some stuff about them, here's a description of the two.
The brothers look similar, though there are distinguishing traits that set them apart. The Czech Republic, Cyril Tomas, has short brownish-black hair, with an oddly-shaped hairline. He has two blue stud piercings above his left eyebrow; something he got to differ him from his taller brother. They both have similar light brown eyes. Slovakia, Jozef Tichý, has a bit longer hair, with that same hairline, though his hair hides it. Both of them have a scar over on eye; Czech's scar is on the right eye, Slovak's is on the left.
Czech is a charming, charismatic man, who is ambitious and proud, although a bit too proud of Prague's gay porn industry. He loves city life, and is the opposite of his brother. Slovak is more socially awkward, though more friendly and loyal once past social awkwardness. He dislikes large cities, and would much rather be in a small village on the countryside than be stuck in meetings all day.
Czech is a borderline alcoholic, having been criticized before for bringing alcohol to a meeting. Slovak, though not so bad as his brother, will drink too, if things become too overwhelming for him. The two are known to not see each other much in their own countries, but outside of their borders, they can rarely be seen without each other. The two are often asked if they are in an incest relationship, but both give horrified looks at the thought of doing anything romantic with the other.
Slovak, though the older brother, is often viewed as the younger due to his seemingly oafish nature. Czech seems somewhat more mature at some points than his brother, leading people to believe that he is the older.
Two songs to describe the brothers; for Cyril- That Fire by Black Tide. For Jozef- Learn My Lesson by Young Guns.
I think that's enough info for now. Oh, and before we get started, note that the Slovak/Czech word for brother is brat. If it's used, they're insulting each other, they're simply saying 'brother'.
On to the letters.
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Sitting at his brother's hotel room the night before a meeting, the Czech Republic sighed heavily.
"How come next to no one pays attention to either of us unless we're arguing, or you're in a spat with Hungary?" He asked. The Slovak Republic shrugged and took a sip of coffee.
"Nations have been writing letters to help others connect with them. I know a few whom have been rather successful." He replied. "We should do one. A joint letter writing with you and I. It'll be fun."
Czech looked to his brother for a moment, before smirking. "You are smart, aren't you, Jozef?" The shorter man reached for his laptop and booted it up. "So it's kind of like a blog, correct?"
"You could say that." Slovak didn't even bother to respond to his brothers half-insult. "Just set up an email account and whatnot for the both of us. Any letters that are sent to it, will be dispersed to you and I both. They can specify as to whether or not they want both of us to answer or not, though."
"Let's hope it doesn't become too one-sided."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, nothing." Czech laughed. "You know I love you, right, brat?"
"Yeah, yeah." Slovak reached over and lightly smacked his younger brother upside the head.
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Dear readers,
Czech Republic here, along with my brother the Slovak Republic. We've decided to start writing letters to connect with other nations around the world.
We'd love to hear from anyone, so please, send in your letters! Oh, and do specify whether you want both of us to respond, or just one of us. It'd help a lot with any questions or statements anyone has.
Thanks,
The Czech Republic- Cyril Tomas
The Slovak Republic- Jozef Tichy xxx
"Awfully short, isn't it?" Slovak muttered as he read over his brother's introductory letter.
"Well, what else am I supposed to put in there?" Czech asked, leaning back in his chair.
"We'll leave it like that, I guess. I can't think of anything."
"Exactly. And now we wait."
"What are we supposed to do in the meantime?" Slovak questioned. Czech stared blank-faced at his brother for a moment before bringing a hand to his face.
"Zkurvysyn…."
"Are you calling me a son of a bitch, or just saying that because you can't think?"
"Shut up, Jozef."