Author's Note: Garbage. That is what I am. BLUH, this is really gross.
Disclaimer: I do not own Hetalia. If I did, there would be more female characters.
The second Gilbert wakes up, he notices that he is hungry. "I guess I'm Hungary. Ha! I gotta tell West that one!" he chuckles, bounding out of bed to see the brother in question. Instead of knocking on the door, he throws it open (as usual) and rushes over to Ludwig's usual resting spot.
"Hey West! I'm Hungary, why don't you be a good little brother and make me breakfast?" he interrogates. With no answer from Ludwig, he inspects the bed. "Why would he be awake and not make his bed? That's odd. What if he and Feliciano eloped? Kesesesesese! What a thought!"
The albino man smiles sleepily and wonders around the house. "West? Where are you?" he calls. Hearing the clanging noise from the kitchen, he dashes into there. "Hey West! Why are you in the kitchen?!" he shouts.
Ludwig gestures to the table. "Happy Mother's Day." On said table is a plate of food. Gilbert's eyes light up.
"You made me an egg-toast-potato pile?!"
"Isn't that what people do?"
"Why on Mother's Day?"
"Why are you questioning my gift to you?"
"Gee, West, I raised you well!"