"Pleeeease?" The blonde begged. I sighed and started searching through the trashcan for his missing item.
"You sure it's in here, Alfred?" I asked, hearing my own voice echo inside the trashcan.
"Pretty sure!" He answered. I sighed, searching even deeper.
"Why on Earth would your glasses be in Britain's trashcan?" I asked, getting tired of searching through scones that no one was able to stomach.
"Woah! Dude, this is Britain's trashcan?" He asked, just now realizing what he made me look through. I got out of his trash, covered in used tea bags and scone crumbs. "My bad dude!" He apologized. I glared at him, though I was sure he couldn't tell I was without his glasses. He's hopelessly blind without them.
"Alfred... why don't we just get you new glasses?" I asked, removing a tea bag from my shoulder.
"Because! If I replace my glasses, that would be like replacing a state!" He yelled.
"Alfred. Chill." I commanded. "We'll find them, somehow..." I assured. "Anymore ideas?" I asked.
"Well... they could be at Switzerland's house..." He suggested hesitantly.
"No! No way! I am not searching his yard!" I responded, not feeling up to getting chased by Switzerland with a gun.
Alfred got a sad look on his face, it looked as if he was on the verge of tears. "Oh... okay then... you were my only hope, but I guess I could try to look for them..." It wasn't hard to hear the sadness in his voice as he spoke. I started feeling bad for him. He can't look for his glasses when he's blind like this, especially in Switzerland's yard.
I sighed. "Alright... let's go..." I commanded. Alfred's face immediately lit up again.
"Alright dude! Follow the hero!" He happily yelled with a smile. I face palmed as he started walking in the wrong direction.
"Wrong way." I told him. He turned around and walked in the correct direction. This isn't going to be fun.
We reached Switzerland's house and stood a few feet from his yard. I saw something shining in the grass and knew they were his glasses. I sighed, walking through the grass with a great deal of silence. Alfred quietly cheered me along. I grabbed his glasses and smiled. Maybe he isn't home? I started walking back, happily carrying his beloved item. It was almost too easy! That is... until clumsy me tripped on a rock, landing face first into the grass with a thud.
"GET OFF MY LAWN!" Switzerland's voice commanded harshly and loudly. My eyes grew as I stood up quickly, swerving out of his bullet's path while Alfred's screams of terror mixed with mine. We ran and ran, even though we were almost positive we lost him after running half a mile. When we both finally stopped running, we were completely out of breath. We both thought about the life-threatenig situation we were just in and laughed.
"Here are your glasses. Next time you lose them, call me." I handed him his glasses. This was actually kinda fun.