The game afoot:
Russia frowned, the iron cross dangling from his hand. It was insulting to say the least that she still had the thing, yet; it went undetected by him for so long. Konigsberg, clutched her fist on her pant leg, but showed no other indication of her displeasure. Russia twirled the necklace between his fingers, eying it carefully before fixing his eyes on her.
"This won't do at all." He finally said. Konigsberg watched him but said nothing as he sat the cross on his knee. "You know, he isn't coming for you." Konigsberg snorted and looked away.
"You seem as if you are trying to convince yourself, rather than me." she said coolly and looked back at him. The nation smiled, his fingers rubbing against the smooth surface of metal. He leaned forward and her first instinct was to back away from his emanate stare but she stayed put.
"You do not understand I see." a smile slowly crept over his face. "He is dissolved now, he can not come back, even if he wanted too." His words may have had a strong impact if Lithuania had not informed her sooner. Still, the words carried the same sting, if not worse, coming from the man she deemed responsible.
"He is resilient."
"He has all of Europe and America stopping him, da. Prussia can only get you back if I say so." Russia leaned away, amused at her silence. Tilting his head, he studied her face. There were changes, subtle ones ,he noticed, after the rebuilding of Kaliningrad. Yet, the personification of said city was adamant against it. She proved to be an entertaining addition but troublesome nonetheless. Still, her silent protest was unless, but he would humor himself with her little 'game'.
"Is that a twinge of fear I detect?" she mocked him and Russia chuckled
"If nothing is there, why should I fear? Do tell me Kaliningrad?" the woman shifted in her seat but appeared unaffected by the new name. She stared at him for a moment, blinking slowly. Russia waited, he was in no hurry.
"You eyes," she started and blinked again, "they say more than your mouth." and then, she smiled. Oh, a humorous game indeed. Russia stood then, holding the cross in his fist.
"You are so funny, Kaliningrad. We should talk more, da?" he turned away from her and exited her tiny room. Konigsberg didn't watch him leave, but quickly turned in that direction when the familiar sound of iron hitting iron didn't reach her ears. He left the door open.