is outside his house, tending to the garden. ((By the way, please adjust your display name to Russia please? 83))

"Angliyaaa.." Ivan called as he spotted the gardening nation. (I will when I get home!)

looks up when he heard his name, looking quite confused when he spotted Ivan. This was out of the ordinary! "Ah...'Ello Ivan...?" ((Much_

appreciated~! 83))

is rather distracted by the lovely garden he has here actually. "This is impressive, Angliya. I didn't know you liked botany."

can't help but feel oh so flattered. He took pride on his roses. "Well, I know a little...but it's not a big hobby."

laughed. "I wouldn't have guessed it from you." He approaches him, with his hands behind his back. "I have a favor to ask."

isn't sure whether that comment was an insult or not. "A favor?" He asks warily, especially eyeing the way he was approaching him.

he gives him a coy smile and reveals a hat from behind him. "See.. its so worn. I wish to close up this tear. I hear you are good?"

let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh, just a hat..." He murmrs, _

moving over to take a better look at it. "I think I might be able to fix this."

doesn't mean to look shady. He just gives off that air. Russia's smile is still strong after hearing the hopeful comment. "Really? I would_

be so grateful if you fixed it, Angliya." Since his sister isn't around to fix things for him...

nods and takes the hat. "Please step inside while I have a better look?"

blinks and stares for a while. Then nods his head sharply. "Really? Spasibo."

wonders why he was staring. He did want it fixed right? "This way then..." He felt a little strange inviting him in, but he was being_

civil, so it was all right. He leads the Russian inside and then looks for his sewing kit.

was thinking precisely what England was. He was never invited to the Englishman's place, so he was a little taken aback by the invitation._

He follows him promptly, taking in the areas that were so foreign to him. He smiled to himself in a tinge of excitement.

's house was still quite old fashioned. He didn't like this 'modern' sort of look America seemed so fond of. He turns on a bright light and_

sits down, taking a better look at the hat once he had his sewing kit. "How old is this thing?"

liked his taste, actually. He was old fashioned himself, and could recognize some of the antiques around the place. He stood by_

England as he observed the worn hat. "Ah.. I think it is only 80 years old. But it is hardly worn."

thinks that is quite impressive. "Pretty good condition considering." He muses and begins to tread a needly.

needle*

turns his head a little to watch him sew. He couldn't help but lean a little too in habit of watching Ukraine do the same. "Spasibo. I take_

care of my memorables. But this one specifically was man-handled when it was in use."

glances up at him before focusing on the hat again, seeing where he should start. It was in a little bit of an awkward area to sew. "Hm,_

hats usually are. They're very useful things."

lets out a small snicker. "You can turn it inside out if you wish." He points at the interior of the hat. "Thank you again, Angliya._

Perhaps I can entertain you over at my place sometime, hm?" He smiled and pulled away to take a gander at a shelf of books.

was going to flip it, but it was still slightly awkward. He begins to try and save it though. He wasn't so sure about that other offer_

though. "It is no problem, don't feel you have to repay me."

"That is fine with me." Really, it didn't matter to him. He pulled out a book and started to flip through it. It was older than his hat.

starts to concentrate on stitching the hat back up. "Your sister was not around, I take it?"