Austria was always a cheapskate. But he went a little over the top when he found an old pair of Germany’s ripped underwear. What happened to rip them, I have no idea, and I may not want to know, what with the whole DVD fiasco (reference to drabble oo7) way back when. Anyways, back to Austria.
I watched him patch the underwear that day, his nimble fingers sewing away. I slightly wondered if he was even the least bit wierded out by this situation, because I sure as hell would have been. You couldn’t pay me to fix Germany’s dirty underwear.
But, from that day forward, I was much more careful when I threw out the underwear I dirtied when I had my monthly menstruation. Lord who knows what he’d do if he found those…
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