Summary: Gilbert can't find his contacts, so he has to wear his glasses to the Christmas party…

Author's Note: Someone let Arthur near the egg nog. They shouldn't have done that.

Disclaimer: Not mine. This comes from the brilliant mind of Hidekazu Himaruya.

"Where are my contacts?" questions Gilbert. Ludwig raises an eyebrow at him.

"You can't find your contacts?" he asks. "You're going to be blind tonight."

"Ugh. I am basically blind. Because I am an albino and albinos have notoriously bad eyesight." explains Gilbert irritably.

"Yes yes, I know. I know a lot about albinos. Have you checked everywhere you could?" interrogates Ludwig. Gilbert nods frantically. Ludwig sighs. "We'll have to get you another pair."

"That means that I'll have to wear my glasses tonight! Where everyone can see!" panics Gilbert. "I'm not going to be seen as awesome anymore!"

"It's not that bad. Lots of people have glasses. Alfred, Arthur, Roderich, Berwald, me, and what's-his-face- Matthew!" shrugs Ludwig.

"It's not cool!" states Gilbert.

"Just put on your glasses. We have to go." Gilbert sighs and places the frames on his nose.

Ludwig pulls Gilbert into the room. "You're going to be fine. Trust me."

"Fine, I'll trust you." Gilbert huffs. Ludwig nods and notices Feliciano on the other side of the room.

"Hey dude! Merry Christmas! Want something to d- WHOA YOU HAVE GLASSES?!" shouts a certain American.

"Did you not know that?" asks Roderich in a bored way.

"Wait, Gilbert wore his glasses? That' surprising~!" comments Feliciano.

"It's unsurprising that Prussia-kun has glasses. Albinos tend to have poor eyesight." adds Kiku.

"Why don't you stop commenting on his glasses and celebrate Christmas, aru?" suggests Yao.

"I agree. Anyone up for a drink?" interrogates Arthur, holding up a bottle of alcohol.

"Yeah! Let's party!" exclaims Alfred.

"Thanks, man. You're awesome." Gilbert tells Yao.

"You were no comfortable. Nice glasses, aru. They look good." nods Yao.

"Thanks!" calls Gilbert, bounding away to get a drink.