Alles gute zum Geburtstag, Germany
Happy birthday to you
Ludwig pulled himself out of bed, wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt. His light blonde hair had gotten messed up during the night. Standing and moving to his simple desk, he saw the days date. He sighed, knowing Feliciano would not –could not – resist the urge to wish him a happy birthday.
Kiku knew how much Ludwig despised birthdays, and would not mention it to him out of respect. When Feliciano asked him what he wanted for his birthday last year, he said he did not want anything. Except to simply have his friends presence near him. Last year, England made him a cake and decorated it with the German flag. It was a….okay, chocolate cake, just as Germany liked.
After feeding his three dogs, Ludwig made his own breakfast of eggs, leftover wurst