I rest my chin against my palm. Everyone argued tirelessly about things I really couldn't care less about, I'd zoned out of the conversation hours ago. At least, it had felt like it was hours ago. Nonetheless, I stared at Alfred's glasses.

There wasn't anything marvelous about them. His were like any other pair I would see around my country, however, the concept of glasses in general had always interested me. Francis had mistaken my curiosity for the pair of glasses as a 'crush', for he caught me studying them, and insisted that I was looking at the man in an inappropriate manner, So I took the liberty of backhanding him across the face.

Ever since Alfred was little he would constantly crash and walk into random objects, which I would find adorable in him at the time. Then he started to actually get hurt, and since I worry too much for my own good I decided to get him his first pair of glasses. I, myself, had never worn glasses before, so I was simply curious about them, however, never curious enough to get up and ask. Each day that passes by my curiosity grows, and I've almost gotten my hands on them, once, but had to flee and take cover under his bed until he fell back asleep.

I perk up when he removed them, setting them on the table in front of him before giving me a quick glance then leaned back against his chair. I narrow my eyes at the look he gave me, he did this funny thing with his lip and he blinked his right eye like he had something stuck in it. I made a face against my efforts of keeping it neutral.

I flinch when had fallen back from having his chair back on its two legs, hitting the floor with a rather loud noise.

The room burst into laughter and I rose from my seat to go inspect the damage,

"Are you alright, Alfred?" I asked,

He nodded, scrambling up from his spot on the floor. He looked embarrassed, which wasn't an expression I've never seen on him before. Ludwig cleared his throat,

"We shall continue this tomorrow." Then we all stood to leave.

I was one of the first out of the door, biting the inside of my cheek to keep the smile threatening to form at bay. My hand when to my pocket, fingers running over the cool, hard material hidden inside. Maybe I did like Alfred.

...Maybe.

"Hey, have you guys seen my glasses?"


Fixed it up so it wouldn't look so bad.