Dark. Who would ever have thought anything could be dark during this time? No one could even see the night`s darkness despite the season, everybody`s hearts were filled with inner light. Well, all but one for what was known however. His country was not the most active when it came to Christmas, this whole event was christian after all, but his people sure seemed to enjoy all they could get out of it. It was odd how all the people enjoyed it but the country himself had a miserable time. He claimed to not be religious, but that was no good reason to be in such a sullen mood. Here he was, locked inside his home sitting in a corner as if he was waiting for a deadly disease to end.
In reality it rather seemed like the deadly disease was inside his home than outside the current Christmas-moody world. There were no decorations, no Christmas tree, no fun calendars to count down the main event, no presents to prepare nor any received. Neither the lights were turned on, the only source of light and warmth came from a single candlelight on a small table. And how his mood was going further down than how low it already was. He had to meet up with the other countries for the years last meeting. He was already in this bad mood and how he was getting angrier by the thought of the others getting all "mushy" on each other by wishing them a happy holiday and exchange presents and plan a gathering to celebrate together and maybe even he was going to get invited. If he was going to be he wouldn`t be sure to accept as a common courtesy or rudely refuse. Refusing would put him in a bad light, the other countries would think badly of him therof his country would maybe be the least popular in the world since it would imply all of his people would be mean and rude. Accepting would be no good for him, seeing everybody having a good time and socialize while he was standing by himself watching as he was having a bad time.
Worst of all one particular country was going to be there. He loved this country dearly but during this time of year he hated him. Or did he? He wasn`t sure if that was even possible. Hating someone you loved one time of the year... Either he would give this country a smile or give this country a scowl. Or maybe both or nothing...Nothing. The situation was never talked about by those two, he was afraid he was either going to break down out of sadness or anger. A rage severe enough to really give it all. He was not the type for revenge but those feelings could not be expressed by words, it was all a mess and especially by this time of year. How could the one who used to be such a sweet darling ever do that to him?
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Unwillingly he got up to make himself ready for the said meeting. Although he actually didn`t sleep this night, he didn`t feel tired at all but he looked that way. He couldn`t, neither did he want to sleep. He could not bear the images he saw whenever he closed his eyes...
With his suit on and the candlelight blown out he went towards the door, ready and not, to go to the meeting.
"Just get this over with..." he whispered to himself.