It was one of those nights. It was one of the nights where sleep would elude him for hours only to torture him with old memories when he finally managed to get to sleep. Ludwig woke from a particularly vivid memory of those Canadian soldiers. He did not want to think about it and looking at his clock and seeing red numbers displaying 5:30 he decided he would get up. There was no hope left for sleep that night and maybe breakfast would take his mind off of his dream. There was no Feliciano in his bed tonight so Ludwig didn't have to worry about waking anyone up, Gilbert only got out bed for food so as long as he didn't cook anything he was safe.
As Ludwig walked downstairs towards the kitchen he was contemplating what he should do when he finished his breakfast. While Ludwig was walking through the living room he realized he heard sounds coming from his kitchen. Immediately his mind raced through the possibilities, it could be a robber but it sounded like someone was cooking and humming, so no that probably wasn't it, it might be his brother but Gilbert was much too "awesome" too cook for himself, and Feliciano would never get up this early so Ludwig decided to just look.
Ever so cautiously Ludwig peeked around the corner into the kitchen. He was met with a very strange sight. His brother was passed out face down on the table and his counters! The counters were covered in finite amounts of flour and bowls. Over by the stove stood someone Ludwig did not recognize. The man had hair that was very similar to that of Francis but Ludwig knew it was not him for the man also had a peculiar curl, reminiscent of Feliciano's, sticking up. The man seemed to be cooking pancakes and Ludwig assumed Gilbert had something to do with the man's presence.
Ludwig was about to open his mouth to ask Gilbert who the blond was when said blond turned around. Every nerve in Ludwig's body wanted him to move, to get away from that man but he held himself still because his brain still knew enough to tell him that this man was rather peaceful now and the war was long over.
"Oh! I'm s-sorry if I woke you up. Gilbert couldn't sleep and he begged me for pancakes," whispered a quiet voice. The tone was so different but, Ludwig reminded himself it's a different time now he has every right to be very different. A small laugh was issued from the blonds' mouth and indigo eyes crunched up in a small smile, "But after I started cooking and got him to quit hovering he fell asleep."