He awoke when he heard the front door slam open. His eyes opened when he heard the bedroom door slam open.
"Hey! Wake u—whoa!" Mathias' tall figure exploded into the room, only to fall back out into the hallway as if he had been punched. "What the hell!?"
Ludwig heard Berwald startle awake, and then heard him struggle to grab his glasses and put them all. He, on the other hand, opted to stretch first, and then to roll over lazily to place a good morning kiss on Berwald's surprised face. The look on the Swede's face changed momentarily to a tender look, but then he realized that Mathias was still staring at them and it changed to a dark expression of anger and annoyance quickly.
"Out!" he shouted, pulling the covers up in an adorable attempt to cover Ludwig's upper body.
"I'm blind!" Mathias cried, covering his eyes with his good arm and stumbling away down the hallway, leaving the door wide open.
"I swear, I'm going to kill him," he growled.
Ludwig laughed a little and gently kissed his warm cheek. "After breakfast."
The Swede held still for a moment, but then gave in to his cuddling and hugged him before returning the morning kiss.
"What do you mean 'what do I mean?' I mean, they're naked!" Mathias hollered from down the hallway which was eventually followed by a noise Ludwig realized to be stifled Norwegian laughter.
Berwald cursed in Swedish, covering his eyes with his hand.
"Well, they would have found out eventually," Ludwig murmured, amused.
"Need to change the locks." he grumbled.
Lighter footsteps padded down the hallway towards them, and Berwald immediately pulled Ludwig against him again, almost defensively. It was very endearing, but still mostly amusing.
"Ber," Lukas didn't avert his eyes and folded his arms instead. "Get dressed. We need your help,"
Berwald entire body tensed. "Lukas…"
"It's not like that. We just need help with a job that Mat and Tino fucked up. It's not critical, but, it's pretty serious." he explained and then those strangely dull eyes seeming to almost flicker, as if caught in candlelight.
There was a heavy breath that brushed over his neck as he sighed, and then Berwald grunted affirmatively. Then, he simply began to get up, making sure not to pull the covers off of Ludwig, but not taking anything with him.
So, he wasn't embarrassed of nakedness, he just didn't want anyone to see him? Ludwig almost laughed out loud.
"Nice ass," Lukas suddenly muttered, just low enough for them to hear.
For a second, he thought he was talking to Berwald, but then realized that as he had rolled, he had pushed some of the covers away, exposing himself from his lower back downward. Berwald glared hard and Lukas winked without smiling before swinging the door shut.
"We're going to make breakfast." he called as he left.
"Rat poison's under the sink." Berwald informed him.
Ludwig chuckled and stretched before sighing and getting up. Slowly, his brain began to kick back in to gear, and he followed Berwald to the bathroom.
"What do they want?" he asked after a moment, trying not to be distracted as Berwald turned on the shower and turned around.
He grumbled unintelligibly in Swedish for a moment, and Ludwig only was able to pick up a few curses. "We'll find out,"
There was a minute of silence, but then Berwald took his hand and pull him into the shower.
He allowed himself to be led in and was then placed under the hot water. He closed his eyes willingly, tilting his head back a little and feeling the comforting warmth pour down his sore body. Berwald let out a grunt and then he felt a soft kiss placed on his neck. He smiled, rubbing the water off his face before opening his eyes.
They stood staring at each other for a minute, small endearing smiles touching their lips, and then Berwald cleared his throat and shifted a little on his feet, but it took a minute before he actually spoke.
"Was last night, okay?" Berwald finally asked.
Ludwig nodded when he looked at him. "Yeah, Ber. Are you okay with it?"
He touched his face; he looked so different without his glasses. "If ya are,"
"I am," he smiled at him, and then they kissed softly.
Honestly, he really was. Although he wasn't certain it would have happened if they both hadn't been drunk, he didn't regret it. Also, he wasn't surprised by it.
Growing up, he had never been very good with women, or girls, or females of any kind really. Gilbert had taken him out a few times in an attempt to meet girls for him to date, but he only had ever gotten one girl's telephone number, and it turned out that in the time it had taken Ludwig to get up the nerve to call, she had come to have a boyfriend. Gilbert laughed until he cried, and Ludwig never went out with him for the sake of meeting girls again.
Once he was in the army, though, he felt a bit out of place being unable to talk about girls. It seemed almost everyone had 'a girl back home', and in something of a panic, Ludwig found himself writing letters to this girl, though he never mailed them. He just did it to feel normal, since it seemed like everyone else did, and no one seemed to have any kind of attraction to those present around them. Ludwig was aware that homosexuality was a bit more than frowned upon in German society, but after years of futility trying to ignore the fact that his brother's friends had very, nicely shaped figures, he opted to quietly accept it.
Not that he would have ever told anyone back home, but being with Berwald here in Sweden felt like being in another world entirely; Berwald didn't even seem surprised about their relationship (or where it had gone). He actually only seemed concerned about if Ludwig was comfortable with it, and had offered to sleep on the couch again last night, worried that he might have needed space. He didn't need space at all; he needed Berwald as close to him as he could possibly be.
Still, it was a little embarrassing that the only other people that Berwald had over already knew about, their level of intimacy, but he was determined to follow the Swede's example and act as though it were any normal relationship. After all, if he alright with these things, and so was Berwald, then as far as he could figure, that was all that was needed to form a relationship. And he was alright with that.
There was a distant sound of some commotion in the kitchen and Berwald hid his face next to his neck and shoulder.
Ludwig chuckled and whispered in exaggerated secrecy. "How long do you think we'd have to wait for them to leave?"
Berwald laughed a little, but then it was followed by a stretch of honestly thoughtful silence, and Ludwig began to wonder if he should monitor the way he joked with Berwald.