Tracking time:
Minutes became hours, hours became days, days became weeks, weeks became months, months became…years? Königsberg wasn't sure anymore. How long had she been in that room? How long had she been in Russia? Why hasn't Gilbert come to get her yet?
"What is your name?" Russia asked once and again. Königsberg wouldn't dare fix her mouth to say it.
Just let me out already. When was the last time she'd been outside? It was snowing again. Russia stepped closer, drawing the woman's gaze from the window back to himself.
"Your name?" he inquired again with a smile. She looked back at him, her eyes gentle but set, face soft but resolved. She would not break for him. The man chuckled and Königsberg blinked in response.
"Your stubbornness is just like his, da?" For a moment, emotion flashed across her face and Russia laughed fully. An uncomfortable feeling tugged at her heart and, absently, her hand drifted to the hidden cross beneath her shirt.
You know where he is. She withdrew her hand quickly when Russia raised a questionable brow.
