Author's notes:

Hetalia doesn't belong to me; it belongs to the awesome Hidekazu Himaruya.

Okay before I start there are a lot of head canons in this fic and also the paring is England and Pussia.

Any way I hope you enjoy this!


Glasses

Gilbert stared out the window of the second story class room watching other students entering the academy gates. He wriggled his nose to slide the heavy lenses of his glasses back into position.

Oh, how much he hated wearing his glasses. They made him feel like he looked nerdy and bookwormish. Secretly he was actually kind of nerdy and a bit of a bookworm, but he would never admit to his love of history books and learning anything he could, his surprisingly high grades were no secret though.

Arthur stopped in front of his desk and stared at him without a word. Gilbert glared up at him, "What?" he asked.

Arthur watched him for a second longer before taking his seat behind him.

Gilbert turned around to continue glaring at him over the edge of his thick red frames.

The Brit was looking out the window with his hand covering his mouth. He only glanced at the albino watching him. He made eye contact and held it for a moment before looking away and shifting his hand to further hide the red shade his face had become.

"Stop looking at me." Arthur finally said shifting his eyes uncomfortably between Gilbert and the window.

The albino narrowed his eyes more at the blonde, but was interrupted before he had the chance to retort something snide.

"Aw… look at that! The two little homos are having a Lovers quarrel!" Alfred announced in a way to annoying sing song voice as he grinned down at the two who were already seated.

"Oh shut it, Alfred. We're not lovers!" The two responded in near perfect unison and glared at the taller man.

"Could have fooled me. And Gil you sound kind of like Artie when you talk some times, all Britishy like. More importantly, Dude, are you wearing glasses?" Alfred said so much in one go some times that it was harder to pick apart what he said then it was to understand Feli on a sugar high.

"Don't Call me Artie, You ignorant twat." Arthur retorted.

"Shush." Alfred said holding his hand up in front of the Brit to silence him. "Gil you have on glasses." He pointed out again.

Gilbert rolled his red-blue eyes and looked away.

"What Glasses? I have no Idea what you're talking about." The albino German responded.

"These ones," Alfred said pulling off the others specs.

Gil reached out to stop him, but missed all together. He really was blind without them. Everything was just blurred shapes.

Alfred held the lenses up in the air examining them.

"Wow, man these are thick!" Alfred exclaimed and then pulled of his own glasses to try on the albino's pair. "Holy cow, you are totally blind, Dude." Alfred stated. He blinked a few times before removing the specs because his eyes started to water.

"Shut up! You wear glasses too, Alfred." Gil nearly shouted.

"Chill bro. There actually fake." Alfred told him, handing the German his thin black half-frame glasses.

Gil took them and tried them on. They did nothing to his already poor vision.

"Let me see. Arthur demanded and reached around Gilbert and pulled the eyeglasses off his face.

The Brits sudden proximity to him made him stiffen. Not being able to see what was going on around him suddenly seemed so much more frightening when he was reminded that Arthur was sitting right behind him. He could feel his face heat up and he knew the American could see it because he heard him snicker. Gil dropped his head.

"Can I have mine back now?" His tone came out way more pathetic then he'd wanted it to.

"Aw, but I like the idea of you not knowing what I'm doing to you." Arthur said in a tone that made Gilbert blush profusely and Alfred made some kind of gagging noise.

The Brit blew on the back of Gil's neck; causing him to involuntarily shutter and jerk around to glare at the blonde.

Arthur chuckled at his response, but slid his glasses over the albino's ears.

Everything came back in to focus, though Gilbert still wasn't sure when they'd traded pairs of glasses. Arthur was smirking at him with a playful look in his eyes making the albino blush more, if that were even possible.

"Ewe, just stop! You queers are grossin' me out." Alfred remarked plopping down at his desk.

"Shut it, you." Arthur hissed.

The sound of the bell that signified the start of class cut there banter off and the three settled in for their lesson.


Author's notes:

I'm not sorry for the dickish behavior of my heterosexual Alfred.

I hope you liked this...

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