Once:

"So, what do you think?" Lithuania looked out at the harbor that overlooked the Pregolya River in Kaliningrad. The weather had been kind to them, as summer was quite warm in that part of the USSR. Next to him, Kaliningrad herself, said nothing and he wasn't very surprised by her lack of an answer. They sat in silence, on a ledge with a proper view of the shipping docks. At this hour of the morning, the cargo vessels were just coming in, though actively was at a minimum, one could still hear the yelling of seamen and merchants as their merchandise was disembarked. He glanced at the personification of this bustling oblast whose gaze was fixed at something he wasn't sure of. Following her line of sight, the Lithuanian found nothing but pink skies and steal ships. Was it something else then?

"Koni?" he tried her human name, hoping to get the blonde's attention. She blinked, slow and leisurely, before shifting her gaze between them. Lithuania looked down as well when he felt the warmth of her hand on his. He looked away quickly, but had a sneaking suspicion that he was blushing. Her hold has soft, barely there, considering her hand simply sat atop his but…

"When it snowed," Kaliningrad started, "Pru—Gilbert and I used to come here and watch the ships. We would hold hands, like this."

He cleared his throat apologetically, "Do you miss it? Him, I mean?"

She shrugged. "It's not the same," her gazed shifted toward the ships again. "I don't miss him like I used too. And it scares me." Kaliningrad admitted.

Lithuania turned his palm over so that his hand wrapped around her hand. She looked at him and he willed the heating in his cheeks to cool. "Dose this help?"

A gust of wind blew the loose strains of blonde that was trapped under the Russian soldier's hat and she frowned in other disappointment and slid her hand away. "No, it doesn't."

The brunette nodded and looked back as another vessel approached the docking station. "Khrushchev, what do you think of him?" Lithuania tried to change the subject.

"He's a short man." She admitted with a hint of a smile.

Encouraged, he went on. "Ivan seems to like him. The Russian love him, I think."

"I loved once."

"Will you be able to again?"

Kaliningrad sighed. "I don't have much of a choice, do I? I love what my people love, hate what they hate. Feel what they feel."

"Who do they love now?"

Kaliningrad swallowed but didn't answer.


A/N: Dude, this story is doing it's own thing! I swear, lol.

-CeCe ^_^