Needle
She usually did not mind sewing. She even liked it. It was a wonderful past time and something she could even talk to England about.
Even if he would get defensive about the subject.
She could spend some time with Liechtenstein, trying to pry out information about Switzerland from the other girl. The boy was just so cute, especially how he obviously adored Liechtenstein! It made her wish for the days when she was older sister to Veneziano.
But that brought things back to sewing.
And the single person who could place a needle in her hand and make it a task instead of fun.
Hungary stared at Austria's sock. She was certain none of the material was what the sock was originally made from. The oldest piece which gave out was from the eighteenth century, at the latest.
Hell, she was going to buy him new socks.
So she set the old ones on fire.
That'll teach him for making her mend too often.
