I am very aware that I haven't updated any of my old Hetalia fics in forever, but I'm more into Homestuck now. So this fic happened instead.

I got this idea a few days ago, and fell in love with it. I love eyes for some reason, and I love the Scourge Sisters, so why not smush them into one story? VriskaxTerezi won't be the only pairing, there'll be mentions of others, but it shouldn't be too big a deal for those that don't have the same ships as me. (Be warned though, there may be more than just mentions of SolluxxKarkat eventually, my other OTP).

Ships aside, hope you enjoy~

"Your eyes are really bright and creative. Probably the most of both I've ever seen in anyone's eyes."
"But I can't see."
"That only helps them."

"Karkat?" I ask. We're sitting underneath our usual tree at the park. It's raining. The sound is peaceful, and so is the occasional raindrop that slips through the tree branches and onto our heads.

"Yeah?" his voice sounds tired. It has been quite often lately.

"Can you tell me about our friends' eyes again?" Karkat has this magical ability (well, I call it that) to see the core of a person and how they feel by just looking at their eyes. We instantly became friends when he told me my blind eyes were something other than freakish.

I swear I can feel him smile. "Of course. Should I go in color order?" Somehow, our group of 11 friends managed to organize ourselves into an order based on our favorite colors. It really means nothing, but it was fun to set up.

"No, go in reverse this time." I reply.

"Feferi Peixes. Her eyes are blue and sparkly in appearance. They show she's simply happy to be alive, and that she loves all her friends very much." Karkat recites. He's told me this many, many times (In both reverse order and not), and I find myself mouthing the words along with him.
"Eridan Ampora. His eyes are brown and watery. They're hopeful, as that's the best way to describe them.
Gamzee Makara. Hazel and glazed over. At first glance, he seems just overly happy about everything. But underneath that, there's something more. There's a sign that someday, he might snap. But I could just be overreacting.
Equius Zahhak. Of the few times I've actually seen his eyes, I have discovered they are brown, and shielded. They are strangely loving, if in a creepy, empty sort of way.
Then you. Your eyes are bright blue. They remain creative and bright and happy, and I'm sure they always will be." I catch myself smiling like an idiot. The first time I ever heard that, I was probably the happiest anyone will ever be on this planet.
"Then Kanaya Maryam. Green and respectful, they almost seem to glow. They shine with a joking nature, but have that same spacey, somewhat elegant air Kanaya herself carries.
Nepeta Leijon, her eyes are shiny, hazel-leaning-towards-green and cat-like. They're curious, but caring.
Then Sollux Captor. His eyes are mismatched, one is blue, the other, brown. But some days the brown one looks red. They're clever, but you can tell he doesn't feel as highly about himself as others feel about him." Karkat says this part with a different tone than usual. He sounds sadder than normal as he tells me about Sollux. But he quickly moves on.
"Tavros Nitram. His eyes are brown and weak-looking. But if you look deeply enough, you can see confidence in it's purest form.
And lastly, Aradia Megido. There's something wrong with her eyes. It's almost like they're... Dead."

I smile widely as my friend finishes. "Thanks." I say, and silence befalls us again.

"What do you see in your own eyes?" I ask suddenly. Karkat hesitates.

"I don't see anything. I don't think you can see your own nature, it doesn't seem right." he says finally.

"Oh." I let him have the quiet I know he wants now.

I feel my lips turn up again as I think about my friends and their eyes, neither of which I will ever actually see. Then I realize something.

"Karkat?" I ask slowly, in case he doesn't want to be talked to.

"What?" he doesn't seem to mind.

"Why do we not know anybody with sad eyes?"

"Because none of us have been hurt enough to have sad eyes."

"Oh, okay." I say, thinking. "I want to meet someone with sad eyes one day. Because I want to help them stop hurting."

"Terezi, you will always be a much better person than I will."

I wander down the halls to class, with my cane (or "see stick", as Karkat dubbed it) tapping about, helping me find my way. Suddenly, I feel someone bump into me.

"Watch it!" a rude female voice says loudly.

"Well, I would... If I wasn't blind." I say back, crossing my arms.

"Shit. Still..." the girl says, trying to recover from not noticing. "Your cane should've hit me or something!"

"Well it didn't. And even though I think it should be you saying this, I'm sorry."

"Whatever." There's an awkward pause between us, in which I notice she smells faintly of blueberries and tears (Don't ask me what tears smell like. They just smell like tears.). Then, "Has anyone ever called you a freak for your eyes?" she asks.

"Are you trying to say something?!" This girl actually has the nerve to pick on a blind person!

"I'm just wondering. Because I've been called one for mine."

"For your eyes? What's wrong with yours?"

"I'm blind myself, but only in my left eye. But at least I can see at all!" Wow.

"What's your name?" I ask, trying to create a more friendly atmosphere as well as steering away from insults.

"Vriska Serket. I'm new, if you're not too dumb to figure that out." Nope. She's still rude.

"I'm Terezi Pyrope." I say proudly. Then the bell rings.

"Shit!" Vriska says.

"What class do you have next?"

"Uh, English in room 413, why?"

"Oh, I have the same! Let's go!" And I start to run in the direction of room 413. Despite being blind, I do know my way around the school. I hear Vriska follow, but I'm sure it's just because she doesn't want to get into too much trouble, or lost.

The bell marking the end of the school day finally goes off as the teacher announces our homework, and I hear and feel kids rushing to get home and away from this hellhole of stereotypes and judgemental assholes.

"Seeya, 'Rezi. But you won't see me. Ever." Vriska says into my ear before she follows everyone else.

"She might be a bigger jerk than me." Karkat comments. I have all my classes with him, because it seems like he's just responsible for me by default for some reason. Or at least to the teachers, in reality, it's probably the reverse.

"What color are her eyes?" I ask, suddenly curious.

"Eye." he corrects, "She's got an eyepatch for some reason, and her hair covers most of the side of her face, probably to look all fucking dramatic and get attention. But it's blue."

"Like the color of my eyes?"

"Yeah, sort of. But her's are slightly deeper."

"Did you see anything else in her eyes? I mean eye."

"Yes." Karkat gives me a pause, as if to purposely make things a little more dramatic (Like I need that. I'm in freaking middle school.) "They're sad."

I have English in room 413.

But anyway, I'll hopefully update soon! Favorites, follows and reviews are always appreciated if the story's good enough to ask for them~