Hiding:
Königsberg bolted upright, her heart racing as she tried to focus her vision. She looked down, noticing immediately the maroon couch she had just been sleeping on. This is not my room. Where am I? Where is my room? As her eyes adjusted to the lighting, wood and greenery replaced metal and the spaciousness felt too open. I want to go back, take me back now. Her eyes danced in every direction but not really seeing. Königsberg placed a hand over her rapid beating heart. I don't like this… She thought as an overwhelming feeling of vulnerability washed over her.
Back straight, eyes forward, she tried to reason within herself. Approaching footsteps, however; made her apprehensive and she quickly searched for somewhere to hide. Spotting a small crevice, Königsberg squeezed into the tiny space between the bookshelf and the wall, she slide down so that her back was pressed against the smooth mahogany and her bent knees sandwiched between the wall and her own body. The closed quarters eased her heart as Russia stepped into the office, obviously looking for her. He paused, hand still on the knob and inspected his office meticulously. A frown had settled on his face and, for a moment, Königsberg caught a glimpse of disappointment in his features. When his eyes finally landed on the bookshelf and the person crammed between it and the wall, he smile and stalked over.
"You're wake, da? That's good." Eyes slanted dangerously to him, but he seemed immune to her glare. Russia knelt in front of her so they were eye level.
"Where am I?" she demanded him. Ignoring the question, Russia reached out and grabbed a lock of her hair. Twirling it around his finger, he watched how it curled before looking back at his acquisition.
"We're going on a trip." he announced with a smile and gently tugged hair that was still in his grasp.
"And if I refuse?" Königsberg questioned and tried to limit the proximity between them but the wall prevented her from any movement. The thought of leaving made her heart skip a beat and the way his eyes analyzed her ever reaction caused her hands to feel clammy. Calm down Königsberg. She warned herself again. Russia chuckled then looked at the hair that he know had laying in his palm.
"You think you have a choice, that is so funny. I am the boss, da. You do what I say. Why are hiding between my bookcase? I thought you would be happy to leave that room." Königsberg snorted. Looking away from violet eyes, she turned her attention to the wall.