~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:47◀

The chapter:

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3rd person pov:

The early morning sun cast a gentle light through the curtains of the new house, bathing the rooms in a soft, golden hue. Kazakhstan stirred awake to the tantalizing aroma of breakfast wafting up from downstairs. The familiar scent was enough to coax him out of bed and guide him to the kitchen, where he found Russia already hard at work.

“Good morning!” Kazakhstan greeted, his voice cheerful as he entered the kitchen.

Russia, focused on the stove, looked up with a warm smile. “Good morning, Kazakh. You’re up early.”

Kazakhstan chuckled, taking in the sight of his brother bustling around the kitchen. “I see your old habit of waking up at the crack of dawn hasn’t changed, huh?”

Russia shrugged nonchalantly. “Some things are hard to shake. Besides, I like getting a head start on the day.”

Kazakhstan settled at the kitchen table, watching as Russia expertly moved about, preparing breakfast. The clattering of pots and pans mixed with the sizzle of food, creating a comforting morning symphony.

Soon, breakfast was served. Russia placed a plate in front of Kazakhstan, a teasing grin on his face. “Here you go, birdie,” he said, using the old nickname he had affectionately given Kazakhstan when they were younger.

Kazakhstan laughed, a genuine, hearty sound that filled the kitchen. “Birdie, huh? I’d almost forgotten about that.”

They shared a smile, their laughter mingling with the clinking of cutlery as they enjoyed their meal. The nickname brought back memories of their childhood, and the lightheartedness of the morning was a welcome relief.

As they finished their breakfast, Kazakhstan leaned back, his expression thoughtful. “Oh, I almost forgot to mention. There’s going to be a meeting next week. After the fall of the Soviet Union, the old former countries need to be officially introduced and get to know the other countries.”

Russia raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. “A meeting? Sounds important. What’s it all about?”

Kazakhstan nodded. “Yes, it’s a chance for us to reconnect with other countries and discuss our future roles. It’s a significant step in solidifying our new relationships and establishing our independence.”

Russia took a moment to consider this. “I see. It sounds like a big event. I suppose we’ll need to prepare for it.”

Kazakhstan smiled. “Absolutely. But for now, let’s enjoy our time together and make the most of our new beginning. We’ve got time to get ready for the meeting.”

The two brothers finished their breakfast, their conversation flowing easily. After breakfast, Kazakhstan and Russia stood in the spacious living room, sunlight streaming through the windows. Kazakhstan, with a hopeful look, suggested, “How about we go flying today? I really missed spending time with you, and it’s been a while since you’ve flown.”

Russia paused, considering the offer. He had been hesitant about revealing his wings, but the thought of spending time with Kazakhstan and experiencing the freedom of flight was appealing. “You know what, Kazakh? That sounds like a great idea.”

Kazakhstan smiled broadly, his wings fluttering with excitement. Russia nodded in agreement and headed to his room to change. He emerged wearing a shirt that revealed his wings, their stark white feathers gleaming in the morning light.

Kazakhstan’s own wings were already visible, a vibrant yellow that contrasted beautifully with the landscape. “Ready to go?” he asked, his tone filled with anticipation.