Natalya was still laying on their bed, lost in her daydreams when Ivan entered. "Natasha, Sunshine, you are in here, da?" He called out as he peered around the frame of the door. "What are you doing?" He added curiously, seeing her lying there, her diary discarded on the bed, seemingly doing nothing.
"Hm? Oh, Brother. Dy, I'm here...it's not important." His Sister answered as she sat up, a mildly surprised expression momentarily crossing her face as she was tugged back from her future focused fantasies to the real, present-day world by the main object of both her thoughts and her affections.
"You're sure, da? Because if you are not busy, we are going to visit Big Sister. It has been a while now, and the children miss her. They have been making presents." Russia told her, offering a small explanation for the unplanned trip as he mentioned it, feeling as though he ought to tell his wife why they were going off for a spontaneous outing all of a sudden.
At the merest mention of her eldest sibling, of whom she'd been thinking only a few moments ago, the Belarusian Republic quickly got up from her bed, shoving her diary hastily back into the lowest of the mahogany drawers at the side of her bed.
"I am not busy. Let us go and visit Siastra Ukraine's house." She told him, her face turning back to her often worn expressionless look, but her voice giving away her obvious eagerness to see her dear Big Sister, Iryna, once more, after missing her so much, for so long.
Ivan laughed slightly at her enthusiasm and took her hand, heading back down the long flight of stairs, gathering their daughters and leading his family outside, with Moscow carrying a box of cookies in her arms.
When they, at last, arrived in Kiev and reached the eldest of the Slav family's home, Belarus tapped sharply on her Sister's door.
The knock caught Iryna Rusivna Chernenka off guard and she jumped a little, dropping the woollen item she was knitting.
Standing up, the Ukrainian hurried to the door and opened it up. A startled but nevertheless cheerful expression came over her face as she was greeted by the sight of her family, whom she rarely saw these days.
She happily waved them inside, asking about their well-being and the reasoning behind their pleasantly surprising visit as she embraced them and kissed her the cheeks of her siblings and the foreheads of her two young nieces.
The answers satisfied her well enough, and she, in turn, answered her siblings own versions about her life, only choosing to conveniently ignore one, that being Ivan's request for her to 'become one with him'.
The elder woman seemed very pleased with the baked gifts from her nieces, which she insisted on sharing out, passing them around with drinks, handing her Brother and Sister glasses of Vodka and passing the children some Kompot, despite Moscow's protests that she wanted Vodka too, which only caused Russia to argue her case until Ukraine and Belarus both launched into simultaneous lectures about 'irresponsible parenting' and 'underage drinking'.
Then the family settled down, seating themselves to chat with their food and drinks, Ivan and Natalya cuddling on the sofa, while Moscow occupied one of the two armchairs, and Inna lay in her Aunt's lap in the other armchair.
But, though her own glass of Vodka and her cookies were lovely, Iryna was without a doubt most pleased just to see her little siblings again. They used to live with her, and of course, then they saw each other every day. But it wasn't often now, with political factors coming between them, and their children keeping them busy, that they had family time.
Getting to see her whole family actually, happily, willingly sitting down together in the same room, with no arguing, and getting along was a rare privilege for the Ukrainian, and she enjoyed it with a wide smile, full of love and joy.
Similarly, an equally happy, albeit smaller smile rested on Belarus's lips as she looked around, for once seeing all her beloved in the same room, all looking quite content.
The whole family were full of surprisingly cheerful chatter, a rare occurrence for some of them, and had a lot to catch up on, making it late evening before Belarus, Russia, Minsk, and Moscow finally headed jubilantly home, overjoyed with the outcome of their eventful but enjoyable day.
By the time they finally got back into their house, It was quite late, and the tired relatives took turns to shower and change into their night clothes.
Then Belarus took a sleepy little Minsk to her bedroom and tucked her into bed, kissing her forehead as she bade her Capital goodnight. Meanwhile, Ivan kissed his own Capital and wished her sweet dreams. The young Cities both fell into a quiet slumber quickly enough.
So the adult Nations went to bed again, curling up in each other's arms to sleep once more. She lay her head on her husband's chest, letting the gentle rise and fall as he breathed sooth her to sleep, and just before she drifted off to dreams again, the Republic of Belarus had only one wish. That every single day could be as perfect as that one.
Russia had a similar thought as he closed his eyes and fell back into dreams resembling those of the night before. Dreams of love, happiness, and a promise for the future.
Like Belarus's daydreams, the night-time dreams of the Slavic couple were both of their family's future happiness, with everybody they cared for all united in their fairytale endings, laughing, smiling and hugging, together, forever.
The kind of dreams the two Nations hoped with all their hearts would be the ones that might someday come true, and make their future, and future of their Sister, their children, their nations, their people and everything else that they held dear as absolutely perfect as it was in their dreams.