Ludwig hated getting up early.
And since his brother Gilbert knew that very well, he never failed to wake him up, so he wouldn't oversleep. It was the last rest of „big brother care" that was specially reserved for grumpy little brothers at half past 6 'o clock in the morning. It was kind of expected, that now that Ludwig wasn't at home, Gilbert would call him at the usual time and talk to him until he was awake enough to get the day didn't know if he should love this rare display of responsibility and predictability of his brother, or if he should hate it. At half past six it was probably the latter one.
After getting dressed, Ludwig turned around to see after his temporary roommate.
Francis still seemed to be sound asleep, which was no wonder, since must have been gone to bed very late. When the German decided to call it a night and left his paper work unfinished past midnight, he has still been gone.
Germany chuckled and the mattress sunk in, when sat down on the edge of the bed. „Sleeping like baby, old man!" I mumbled silently with a boy-like grin on his face. It was okay to be carefree, since there was noone there to see and mock him about acting this way.
„Sorry for destroying your chance to sleep in the same room with England." he whispered almost unaudible. „But I'm actually pretty bad at being altruistic, so you have to deal with the selfish brat next to you." He stroked a few of the wheat coloured strands our of Francis' face then he stood up to go get breakfast.
The lunch hall was almost empty, when he came in. Switzerland was there, drinking coffee and working quietly on some papers. Netherlands, who obviously was eating food he brought from home.. he knew that guy and the breakfast in the hotel was much to expensive for the Dutch's taste. He nodded at him, making a comment that the pickled fish in his tupperware looked very tasty, then he got himself tea, baguette strawberry jam and sat down far enough of his two neighbouring countries, that everyone was was comfortable with not conversating.
Ludwig took a newspaper and read the headlines while taking the first sips of his tea.
He was already through the politics and the sports part of the paper and his plate was empty for almost half an hour, when he looking up and saw that the room was mostly filled by now.
Seeing England eating scrambled eggs and black pudding and noticing south Italy enjoying a fresh tomato salad, he decided it was time for second breakfast getting on his feet a bit clumsily he noticed the glare of his best's friends brother and straightened his back. „Good morning, Romano." he wished him coolish, but passing by before the other could answer.
He was in a much too positive mood to get nagged by that guy right now.
He decied for fried potatoes and scrambled eggs and focused intensely on the process of chopping everything in even pieces, so that he just had to fork them in, without struggling with the knife. It was still too early for good manners or
„Seriously, dreutel." came a deep voice a few meters away. „Stop messing aroung with the food. You'll end up staining the tablecloth."Ludwig had to surpress the urge to roll his eyes.
„ Ja ja...I'll be careful." he muttered. Not that Netherlands really expected an he was called stingy and a neatfreak by the other countries. He grew up living next to Netherlands, Sweden and Switzerland, He had Swabia and Prussia as his brothers, what excactly did they expected him to be?!
He took a sip of coffee and saw France entering the room, looking slightly nauseous as he had to too much alcohol and too few hours of sleep he looked terrible.
A small grin full of Schadenfreude ghosted over the Germans face but disappeared as fast as it Francis deserved this hungover. It was his decision to go drinking instead of spending sometime with his eastern neighbour after all.