Crazy as I am, I've decided to take on the 100 Moods challenge... in alphabetical/chronological order, in a different universe each time. I try to update at least every two weeks, but sometimes I forget, so bear with me...

These will feature genderbends, gakuen, yaoi and maybe even some yuri if I'm feeling adventurous. Sometimes the pairing is pre-established, sometimes it is not, and sometimes I reference other pairings that I ship. I don't often post warnings, because I'd rather introduce twists in the context of the story. That said, please let me know if anything is disorienting, and especially about things I didn't quite pull off. Anonymous reviews are enabled, and I'd love to hear your thoughts.

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Ludwig frowned in concentration. Easy does it, now... Careful, careful!

With utmost care, Ludwig moved the spatula ever so slowly until it slid cleanly under the yolk of the egg he'd just cooked. Then, careful not to drop it, he lifted the offensive morsel out of the pan and onto a plate, in perfect symmetry with the toast he'd laid out. Then he turned his attention to its little friend, still waiting like a bulbous yellow eye, mocking him. Just try to get me out of here in one piece, it seemed to say. Well, he would take that challenge.

He didn't know what had possessed him to try to make eggs, of all the world's breakfast foods. The German man wasn't a particularly skilled cook, especially if the food wasn't common in his hometown, so his choices were understandably limited. But eggs?

Ludwig grumbled some choice words for his older brother under his breath. Gilbert had long ago convinced him that making pancakes was a waste of time - "They're crap, West." It was why he'd taken to waking up early and going to Matthew's house for breakfast, though whenever he presented this logic (sound, as far as Ludwig could tell), he had a peculiar tint to his face.

So. Arranged on the tray were plates with two eggs sunny-side up, two pieces of toast buttered and cut in half diagonally, several of the more edible strips of bacon, a banana, a glass of orange juice, and a piece of french toast. This last fixture he had decided to get expert help with, so he'd called Francis to ask for the recipe. In between gasps of debilitating laughter, Francis had kindly informed him that french toast was actually not considered traditional French cuisine, but perhaps Alfred would have some advice for him, as it was a common breakfast food in America. It was after this exchange that Ludwig had decided to turn to the internet for all his cooking tips and tricks.

Ludwig added silverware, a napkin, and a sprig of parsley to one of the plates, and carried the tray to his room.

"Feliciano?"

He watched from the open door as the Italian stirred, blinked a few times, then lifted his head to look at him. He smiled. "I made you breakfast."

Feliciano blinked again and rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Why?"

"For your birthday."

Feliciano looked away, thinking for a moment. "But my birthday is tomorrow."

Ludwig's smile faltered. "...Isn't it the seventeenth?"

"No, today's the sixteenth."

...It couldn't be. "Are you sure?"

"Don't you remember? Yesterday you were supposed to have three meetings in a row, but I made you call and cancel one?"

Oh... "I remember now..."

Feliciano grinned, more awake now. "It's okay." He patted the bed next to him. "It smells fantastic."

Ludwig blushed and brought the tray to the bed. "I'm an amateur cook at best..."

Feliciano seemed not to care, however, digging immediately into the eggs and toast and downing half the glass of orange juice. "How did you manage to keep the egg yolks whole? I always break at least one."

At this, Ludwig couldn't help but feel a small twinge of pride. "It was very difficult," he admitted.

Feliciano held a strip of bacon between them. "Open up," he commanded. When Ludwig did, he popped the bacon into his mouth and pushed his jaw shut with a hand, though Ludwig didn't miss the brief caress of the Italian's fingers on his skin. He leaned down and kissed his bare shoulder, then rested his chin there to watch the meal disappear.

Ludwig had been somewhat worried about what to make, but had decided to overcook, so that his companion could at least sample what he wanted and leave the rest untouched. To his surprise, however, the food was completely gone in a matter of minutes. He set the tray on a bedside table and found himself suddenly trapped beneath Feliciano's body. "That was very, very good." He wasn't quite growling, but there was something about his tone...

Ludwig blushed again. "I'm glad you liked it-"

He was interrupted when Feliciano captured his lips in a kiss, broken after a moment as the latter muttered, "You know, as long as we're celebrating my birthday today..."

In his own very humble opinion, Ludwig judged the morning's objective to be a mission well accomplished indeed.

I. Love. This. Pairing.

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