"Field, my field,
My wide field.
Hey the heroes of the red army."
"Doesn't today look so nice, braht?" Eyes fixed to the bright clear blue skies, he turned to his left and settled his eyes down on to the older female as a smile was spread across her face. Surrounded by vibrant yellow patches of his favorite flower, the crisp spring air gently blew through the platinum blond hair of the trio lying down on the lush green meadow, sending a blissful moment. His sister, slightly older than the boy himself was a tall gentle young woman with a big heart, a heart bigger than her own nation. With loving arms, long plaited hair and striking blue eyes that were filled with determination, Yekaterina laid with her dear and favorite little brother Ivan on his left with their favorite tan scarf wrapped tightly around their necks. His other sister on the other hand was a tall, lean beautiful young Belarussian woman named Natalia. With features that of a snow queen, it was no wonder how she earned that nickname from her older sister Yekaterina herself. Brushing her long platinum blond hair that cascaded down her back, Natalia's piercing blue eyes darted to her older brother Ivan from his right as a tiny smile was seen curling up the corner of her lips. Usually, the young Belarussian lady wasn't the type of person to be smiling, but at this time of the month there was surely no reason on not to smile. Though coming from different nations and different parents, the Belarussian, the Russian, and the Ukranian were like peas in a pod, always together through the thick and thin. Just like brothers and sisters.
A/N: Translations~Braht – 'little brother' in Russian