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“Um, _____, what are we doing at the pier in the middle of winter?”
_____ smiled knowingly as she guided Gilbert by the hand. Her eyes glanced briefly at both her watch and the sun descending toward the horizon, and she grinned at the accuracy of her timing. “You’ll see.”
The pair trekked down the shoreline of the lake, the frosted grass crunching underneath their shoes, until _____ gradually came to a halt. Gilbert looked at her skeptically and asked, “Alright, what’s this about?”
_____ didn’t answer, but instead dove her hand into her bag and extracted a black glasses case. Holding the object out for him, she said, “Happy birthday.”
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, but took the case nonetheless. “Okay,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of confusion. “Danke.”
The albino opened the case to find a pair of black thin-rimmed sunglasses, which he proceeded to put over his face. Not seconds after putting them on, he slid them off, muttering, “Was zum Teufel?” He tried them on again and turned his head to look in various directions. “What the hell?” he repeated in English, alternating between seeing with the glasses and without. “What are these?”
_____’s smile grew. “They’re from a company called Enchroma. They’re prescription glasses that help colorblind people see color.”
“Wha—” Gilbert replaced the glasses over his eyes. “How did you—How did they get them to fit me? I don’t need glasses.”
_____ chuckled nervously. “Well, remember those color charts I made you look at the other month?”
“You said that was just to check my sight!” he protested.
“I know! Sorry.” She shrugged apologetically. “I just wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Heh, you kept it a surprise, alright,” he remarked, turning to look out past the lake. The sun had just begun to fall behind the horizon, leaving behind warm shades of pink and orange. “Mein Gott, is this what you see every day?”
_____ didn’t answer, deciding rather to start digging through her bag for the items she had packed exclusively for this moment. The first item she found was a stack of neon pink Post-It notes. “Look at these.”
Gilbert turned his head to look at the notes, then jumped back slightly. “The hell? Those are bright.”
_____ giggled and handed him the Post-Its. “I brought a whole bunch of stuff for you to look at.” She pulled a multicolored beanie and a black, red, and yellow scarf out of her bag. “Here.”
Gilbert dropped the stack of Post-It notes and immediately turned his attention to the hat and scarf. The bright yellow of the scarf and rich purple on the beanie were the first colors to catch his eye. “Mein Gott,” he murmured, then pointed to a spot on the beanie. “Is this purple?”
With a wide smile, _____ nodded. “Yes, it is.”
An excited, breathless laugh escaped the man’s lips as he stared at the various colors. “Gott, _____,” he said, choking up slightly. “This is amazing.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
The couple stayed on the shore of the lake, the fiancé eyeing everything he could in pure fascination and the fiancée smiling at his unvarnished joy. Gilbert sat on the frosty grass and watched the sun disappear behind the horizon, never once taking his eyes away from the sight. He wanted to remember this moment, this moment of watching a sunset through new eyes with his beloved by his side.
Not minutes after the sun was gone, Gilbert heard _____ giggle beside him. “What?” he asked curiously.
“I just thought of something,” she replied, a knowing grin on her lips. “If this is how you react to a sunset, just wait until you see a rainbow.”
_____ smiled knowingly as she guided Gilbert by the hand. Her eyes glanced briefly at both her watch and the sun descending toward the horizon, and she grinned at the accuracy of her timing. “You’ll see.”
The pair trekked down the shoreline of the lake, the frosted grass crunching underneath their shoes, until _____ gradually came to a halt. Gilbert looked at her skeptically and asked, “Alright, what’s this about?”
_____ didn’t answer, but instead dove her hand into her bag and extracted a black glasses case. Holding the object out for him, she said, “Happy birthday.”
Gilbert raised an eyebrow, but took the case nonetheless. “Okay,” he said, his voice laced with a hint of confusion. “Danke.”
The albino opened the case to find a pair of black thin-rimmed sunglasses, which he proceeded to put over his face. Not seconds after putting them on, he slid them off, muttering, “Was zum Teufel?” He tried them on again and turned his head to look in various directions. “What the hell?” he repeated in English, alternating between seeing with the glasses and without. “What are these?”
_____’s smile grew. “They’re from a company called Enchroma. They’re prescription glasses that help colorblind people see color.”
“Wha—” Gilbert replaced the glasses over his eyes. “How did you—How did they get them to fit me? I don’t need glasses.”
_____ chuckled nervously. “Well, remember those color charts I made you look at the other month?”
“You said that was just to check my sight!” he protested.
“I know! Sorry.” She shrugged apologetically. “I just wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Heh, you kept it a surprise, alright,” he remarked, turning to look out past the lake. The sun had just begun to fall behind the horizon, leaving behind warm shades of pink and orange. “Mein Gott, is this what you see every day?”
_____ didn’t answer, deciding rather to start digging through her bag for the items she had packed exclusively for this moment. The first item she found was a stack of neon pink Post-It notes. “Look at these.”
Gilbert turned his head to look at the notes, then jumped back slightly. “The hell? Those are bright.”
_____ giggled and handed him the Post-Its. “I brought a whole bunch of stuff for you to look at.” She pulled a multicolored beanie and a black, red, and yellow scarf out of her bag. “Here.”
Gilbert dropped the stack of Post-It notes and immediately turned his attention to the hat and scarf. The bright yellow of the scarf and rich purple on the beanie were the first colors to catch his eye. “Mein Gott,” he murmured, then pointed to a spot on the beanie. “Is this purple?”
With a wide smile, _____ nodded. “Yes, it is.”
An excited, breathless laugh escaped the man’s lips as he stared at the various colors. “Gott, _____,” he said, choking up slightly. “This is amazing.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
The couple stayed on the shore of the lake, the fiancé eyeing everything he could in pure fascination and the fiancée smiling at his unvarnished joy. Gilbert sat on the frosty grass and watched the sun disappear behind the horizon, never once taking his eyes away from the sight. He wanted to remember this moment, this moment of watching a sunset through new eyes with his beloved by his side.
Not minutes after the sun was gone, Gilbert heard _____ giggle beside him. “What?” he asked curiously.
“I just thought of something,” she replied, a knowing grin on her lips. “If this is how you react to a sunset, just wait until you see a rainbow.”
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Story (c) Me
Picture (c) Me
Hetalia (c) Himeruya Hidekazu
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This is a better reaction than I had to getting seeing glasses, but I did the same thing of taking them off then putting them back on to see stuff.
This is a better reaction than I had to getting seeing glasses, but I did the same thing of taking them off then putting them back on to see stuff.