Though Ravis disliked why Gilbert wore glasses he had to admit when the Prussian wore them the Latvian found him more attractive than without them. At the time when he had to wear glasses the smallest (in height, not geography wise) Baltic was worried the albino was going to die. One doesn't get hit across the head with Ivan's pipe without serious injury. Luckily, the Prussian recovered fast and only had trouble reading. Estonia had been kind enough to let Gilbert borrow his spare pair until they could get him his own.

Now Ravis stood in the doorway to Gilbert's small office in Ludwig's basement, watching Gilbert read over his younger brother's notes from the last World Conference. A small set of black frames with rectangle lens sat delicately on the Prussian's nose. Rudy eyes looked up and met the trembling blond's purple orbs.

"Hey Ravis! What's up?" Gilbert asked, motioning for the Latvian to come in as he put down the notes. The personified Prussia went to take off his glasses only to have a small hand stop him. "Ravis?" Gilbert asked as the blond straddled him. Ravis rarely did this without some sort of encouragement.

"Leave them on..." The Latvian whispered as he cupped Gilbert's face. The Prussian's arms wrapped around Ravis as he grinned up at the blushing blond. He should wear his glasses more often if Ravis reacted like this each time.