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In the house of Balkans it was...quiet. Even if it was before 10 AM when everyone is woken up. This still was quite unusual to Croatia, who was brushing his hair.
He thought 'Not a peep. Am I dreaming?'
He perked up at the daydream of having a calm day, then he opened the cabinet filled with his beauty products and he was rudely awakened to reality.
"What are you doing in there? How did you fit?" He asked to a squished Serbia.
"Determination and stubbornness!" Serbia replied with all the confidence in the world.
Croatia was not at all surprised. "Ok? But WHY are you in there?"
Serbia responds with a simple phrase, "Hide and Seek".
And with that Croatia closes the cabinet door on his face.
