Meeting Kaliningrad [Canada- vimyridge]
As promised, Gilbert came to HQ with a tiny stranger in tow, his hand wrapped firmly around the other's to keep him from wandering off into god-knows-whatever hazards HQ could contain. The little boy could almost be mistaken for a young Ivan, wrapped in a coat and scarf still slightly too warm for the weather. However, a closer look would reveal the distinctly white hair and the unmistakable shades of red alongside the purple in his eyes. As much of a part as Ivan had in forming the city of Kaliningrad, Gilbert had left his very clear marks. Konigsberg would never be allowed to fade away so easily.
Finally, settling in a cafe-like area, Gilbert took a seat, while the boy remained standing close by. "Daddy, what is this place?"
"This is HQ, Nikolai. I'll tell you more about it later. Just don't wander off, okay? This place can be dangerous sometimes." Chuckling, Gilbert ruffled Nikolai's hair. "I'm going to introduce you to a friend of mine. I think it's time you met some nations other than me and Mommy and your aunts and uncle." Nikolai nodded curiously, if somewhat cautiously, and helped Gilbert watch for his visitor.
Finally, settling in a cafe-like area, Gilbert took a seat, while the boy remained standing close by. "Daddy, what is this place?"
"This is HQ, Nikolai. I'll tell you more about it later. Just don't wander off, okay? This place can be dangerous sometimes." Chuckling, Gilbert ruffled Nikolai's hair. "I'm going to introduce you to a friend of mine. I think it's time you met some nations other than me and Mommy and your aunts and uncle." Nikolai nodded curiously, if somewhat cautiously, and helped Gilbert watch for his visitor.