The first nights staying over at his best friend's house, it was difficult for Feliciano to get the daily rhythm around there.
His problems started with being someone who liked to sleep in...after he found out that Ludwig actually had a lock at both, the closet with cooking supplies and the fridge, he at least tried to wake up on time to have breakfast together with the Beilschmidt family.
But even bigger than this problem, was that Feliciano was very chatty and liked to talk to sort things out with words.
To his surprise mornings in the Beilschmidt household how ever, even though both brother weren't exactly known for being very quiet, just one thing. Silent. Neither Gilbert nor Ludwig seemed to be able to talk until perhaps two or three hours after waking up. According to this they stood up pretty early to be ready to go when it was time to get to work.
The first day, or more correct the first day he was able to have breakfast with them because he woke up on time, when Feliciano shuffled, still a bit tired, into the kitchen and expected to find Ludwig there, he was a bit surprised to see Gilbert actually doing something useful.
The Prussian was busy with making breakfast...more specifically coffee. When he heard the Italian enter, he answered the cheerful greeting with a big grin and a hard slap on his shoulder, so that Feliciano was almost feeling like crying already.
Gilbert put a coffee in his hand and nudged him on a seat, then he continued to set the table in silence, not reacting to the friendly chatting of the young Italian any more.
Perhaps five minutes later Germany arrived following his three big dogs who were happily greeting the everyone present. His hair was still wet from showering and the bag of Brötchen in his hands made it possible to tell that he was outside to walk the dogs and get some food.
He had a face that looked like he was about to kill the next person approaching him, but Feliciano was already used to this grumpy face and so he just started to chat with him, happy that he wasn't alone with that scary silent Prussian anymore.
Bad. Mistake.
Ludwig wasn't just grumpy as usual, he had a monstrously murderous mood and was not the slightest bit amused to be bombed with all the words and cheerfulness of his best friend.
At least at this moment, Feliciano was about to cry out of fear.
A firm fist digging in shoulder and probably leaving five finger print shapes bruises behind, made him freeze for a second just a moment before the first tear could fall. "Leave him alone. Don't you dare to make even one sound." Gilbert whispered soundless in his ear.
The next moment the Prussian wetn past him to greet his baby brother with a slap on his shoulder and a coffee mug that was pushed in his hands.
For a few seconds the brothers shared eye contact, then Gilbert ruffled his "little boy" through the hair, which was commented by a unfriendly "Hmpf" from Germany, the first sound that sounded a bit like human language this morning.
The Brötchen were put into a basket and both sat at the kitchen table, to start breakfast.
The dogs had calmed down in the meantime and went to their blanket in the kitchen corner to take a nap and wait for getting feed.
It wasn't until Ludwig left the building for work, that Gilbert started to talk with their Italian guest.
"Isn't he cute?" the older man giggled winking in Felicianos direction...Actually, while Italy really liked Germany a lot, he couldn't quite understand, what should be cute about a tall, angry German acting like a zombie.
"He still the same old morning grouch as he were when he was a tiny little child. Every time he's like this I feel like pinching his cheeks...I won't recommend that though...it's the best to just keep your head down until he's fully awake, believe me. " Gilbert grinned broadly and started to hum some marching song, while starting to wash the dishes.