Natalia is beautiful, no gorgeous, well, I suppose there are no words in any language that are lovely enough to fit the description of the Belarusian that I have managed to fall head over heels in love with. Beautiful pale porcelain skin, light, soft flaxen blonde hair, and eyes that appear even more lovely and blue than the Baltic Sea itself, all in a graceful blue wrapping of ribbons and lace. One could say that she resembled that of an angel, truly fitting of the name 'White Ruthenia'.
However anyone who knows her at all is aware of the fact that she is not sweet and lovely as her appearance is, her voice and heart are coated in a several meter thick layer of ice and snow; forever keeping anyone from getting close to the beauty. I should know this far better than anyone for the numerous times that I have tried to cross through such a barren wasteland to reach the lovely frozen angel hidden within, but every time I seem to get so close she, or something else, pushes me away and out of the winter wonderland and out into the sunny summer fields of rye where I reside. Perhaps I shouldn't even try; perhaps I will cause her to melt under the summer sun being that ice and heat seem to never have been such a good combination. But perhaps not, maybe she truly needs the sun being a frozen flower clinging to dear life in the freezing winter, clinging to hope for spring to come and melt away the stinging ice crystals from its leaves and dainty petals. Although, even if that is the case, I am not the sun that she craves, she craves another who is further encased in the ice field even farther from possible reach, of which she can never have, because they do not love her in turn. And because of such, I will never have her, because like me she is far too stubborn to simply leave so easily in the face of rejection, she will tread further and further into the freezing tundra despite being pushed back time and time again. If she is anything like me in this regard, I know that she will try for centuries upon centuries desperately, as I already have.
I have lost count of how long ago it was when I fell for the beautiful angel that I call Natalia, well Miss Belarus actually as she never allows me to call her by her real name, I think that it was not long after she fell into my care all those years ago when I was still a strong and prosperous nation known as the Grand Duchy of Lithuania. To think that she used to care for me back then, she use to smile too, she was happily bathed in sunlight unlike now where no sun shines on her and seemingly never will again. Even when her lands were technically mine, she still was not. I knew that, because I never knew if she felt for me in such a way that I did for her because I never expressed the feelings that I had until after she was gone. Probably because I didn't realize how much I truly loved and cherished her as much as I did until she was far out of my reach; and when I saw her again, under the house of which I would continuously be drawn back to against my will, she had already been smitten with another.
I have not and will not give up hope that perhaps she could love me one day though. As silly and pitiful as it probably seems I always seem to be hanging onto that single thread of hope that I have left, and I think that I probably will for so long as live in this world as a nation, that is probably what keeps all of us going a single impossible hope for something. Because, perhaps one day the frozen Slavic flower will leave her dominion of ice and snow and reach towards the light of the sun and we can lay amongst the grass and flowers like we did all of those years ago when nothing else in the world seemed to matter but all of those precious, little, meaningless moments we spent together for hours on end.