Summary: Gilbert can't find his glasses, so he ropes Ludwig in to help him. Turns out that Gilbert's glasses were in an obvious place...
Author's Note: Bros argue about glasses.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Thank our saviour Hidekazu Himaruya.
Gilbert frantically runs around the house in a panic. "Hey West! Have you seen my glasses anywhere?!" he asks.
"Did you lose another pair again? Why am I not surprised?" calls Ludwig's voice from the living room.
"Hey! Be quiet! Respect your awesome older brother!" commands Gilbert, marching into the living room. "Have you seen them anywhere? Are you even going to help me?" He angrily glares at his brother.
"Do I have to? Aster is sleeping." Ludwig doesn't bother to look up from his reading and absently pets Aster.
"Come on, Ludwig! I don't want to accidentally lose another pair of glasses!" pouts Gilbert. He crosses his arms and sticks out his tongue at Ludwig.
"You are incredibly childish. How old are you?" questions Ludwig, looking over his reading glasses at Gilbert. "A lot older than I am. How am I the mature one of us two?"
"Ugh! You're so annoying sometimes, West!" spits Gilbert.
"They're on your shirt." Ludwig sighs. "I feel like I'm the single mother of Gilbert the teenage girl sometimes."
Gilbert pulls his glasses off of his shirt collar and slips them on his nose. "Thanks West! You're the best! Hey, that rhymed!" The shorter man almost skips out of the room. "I'm going to the library! Later!"
Ludwig shakes his head and returns to reading.