Germany woke to empty, cold bed the next morning. He had a terrible headache. Damn his love of beer. Wait, last night! Where was Italy? Or maybe it was a dream. He looked under the covers, he was nude. He also noticed dried fluids on the bed, and jumped out of it like it just lit on fire. He dressed quickly, and promptly stripped the bed. With covers bundled, and in his hands, he opened the door. A powerful smell of breakfast was in the air. It smelled of pancakes, wurst, eggs, and a whole lot of other things. He heard his stomach give an angry growl. He couldn't get distracted. He tossed the covers into a washing machine, and poured half a bottle of bleach into it. After this, he considered scrubbing them by hand. He couldn't believe he allowed himself to sleep in such filthy conditions. It was definitely Italy's fault. Germany could remember the sweet kisses that turned into a full blown lust between them. The words "I love you for being Germany." that turned it into love. Well, maybe just this once, it was worth sleeping in dried fluids. Especially when you have a beautiful Italian in your arms. He wondered if Italy felt the same.

He wandered into the kitchen to see Italy had started a campaign to feed the hungry with how much food he was making. He was quite a genius in the kitchen. Messy, but brilliant.

"Morning Ludwig." Italy said, not really looking at him. He was too involved with flipping pancakes.

"Gilbert and Kiku are coming over for breakfast. I assumed Gilbert would have, um...Canada with him. So I'm attempting to make pancakes."

Germany was stunned. Italy was usually sleeping at this time. Not to mention, he should be hurting after last night. Ludwig wasn't bragging or anything, but that was Italy's first time. He didn't seem to suffer any pain. No, he was cooking breakfast, and already took some calls. Maybe he should show Italy more affection. Especially if he gets up and shows some initiative.

Italy walked over to grab something, and there was the guilt. The tell tale limp in his step. Germany not only felt guilty, but Italy wasn't looking at him either. Maybe never mind on the intimacy. Italy was hurt, and it was his fault. Way to mess things up Ludwig! Now things will be so awkward between them, because of feelings. How can he make things better.

He didn't have time to contemplate as he heard someone pounding at the front door, repeatedly. Most likely Gilbert. He was the only one he knew of who didn't knock and then wait.

"Bruder if you break down mein door..."

He opened it, and was greeted by a his older brother with his arms around his polar bear cuddling boyfriend.

"Bout time you open the door for me und my awesome." Gilbert responded while pulling his boyfriend inside. "I brought mein Birdie. My awesome told me it vould be okay. I didn't haf to ask or nothing. He's mein plus one."

"Si, I expected Canada. I made pancakes for him." Italy stuck his head out around the corner, and responded. He still seemed distant. He avoided Germany's gaze, and looked straight through Prussia.

Germany wanted to walk over, and hug Italy and ask if he did something wrong. Then there was a soft knock on the door. Someone didn't want Ludwig thinking. He opened the door, and saw Japan standing there. He bowed

"Ohayo Doitsu."

"Guten Morgen Japan." He replied, standing aside for Kiku to walk in.

Japan was civilized, and well mannered. Not to mention, he knew how to knock. A much needed change in contrast to his big headed brother.

"Japan is here, table is set, everyone sit, and bon apetite." Italy said.

"Italy, can I talk to you?" Ludwig asked. He had to get Italy alone, and fix this before it got worse.

Feliciano looked up, and followed Germany into the living room.

"Is there something wrong Italy? Did I do something wrong?" Ludwig asked, obviously concerned. Possibly distraught.

"No, not at all. I just didn't know how you would act, or feel. So, I thought I'd make breakfast. Big brother France always said it's only awkward if someone doesn't make breakfast."

Germany face palmed "I'm not sure Francis is someone you want to take advice from, Italy. You should have asked me how I felt. I was sad there was no annoying Italian snoring in my face."

"So, you aren't mad?"

He shook his head, and immediately had an Italian clung to his chest. He wrapped his arms, tentatively around the brunette, and nuzzled into those locks.

"Me, and my awesome are going to start eating!" Gilbert yelled from the dining room

"Yum pancakes." Matthew said happily.

To hell with Gilbert. Germany was happy to have the air cleared between him and Italy. Things might be confusing between them for awhile, but right now, he chose to be happy. His belly decided to growl, and Italy separated from him.

The two walked hand in hand into the kitchen, and took seats right next to each other. Everyone began to dig in. Italy made food from all the homelands of everyone. That's why there were so many different smells. So no one had any complaints. They could eat foods normal to them.

"Why are you all here this morning anyways." Germany asked.

"Easy little bruder, we want to unlock your memories, and make you remember."

"Vhat? Whose idiot idea vas that. How?"

Kiku held up a measuring tape

"In a sense, cospray!"

A/n) it's short I know and I'm sorry. It has been over a week and I just typed this up really quick. I've also got a paired fic "The Morning After" in the works, but no promises of when it will be finished. This story will be done soon. Cosplaying Germany is bound to be hilarious, right?

GDC: I'm glad I could make you happy in your "fangirl bits" and you're right I do love it. You always have such a way to make me giggle.