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How Early Mornings (Usually) Go

"Wake up everyone!! Get up, get up! Rise and shine~!" The happy Hetalia skips through the hallway, knocking on every door. "I'll make breakfast! Anyone have a request? French? Indian? Chinese? German? WAKE UP!!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP HETALIA. IT'S TOO FUCKING EARLY TO BE UP AT THIS FUCKING HOUR," Homestuck screams from his bedroom, throwing something at the door.

Hetalia jumps from that and stops skipping. He trails over to Doctor Who's bedroom. He's usually not this cranky in the morning as Homestuck or Sherlock. Supernatural just screams one worded indications to leave him be, usually.

"Hello... Doctor, are you up? Would you like some breakfast??" Hetalia whispers, knocking gently on his Tardis colored door. Nothing comes from his room, so Hetalia skips to the next door.

"Supernatural! Get up!" he tries.

"NO," Supernatural yells.

"Okay... Okay..." Hetalia sighs. He's afraid to go to Sherlock's door, so he just goes downstairs and prepares some food. Bacon is what he goes to when nobody requests. Everyone loves bacon. That's when he spots Doctor Who sitting at the breakfast table.

"Doctor? You're up already?" Hetalia asks, approaching him. Snoring is what he gets as a reply. Under the Doctor is a scatter of papers in Gallifreyan. Hetalia doesn't have the heart to wake him.

He throws oil into a pan and some bacon, turning up the heat and smiling when he hears the soothing sizzling as the bacon heats up.

"Make some tea, quickly," a groggy Sherlock descending the stairs demands, rubbing his eyes.

"Oh, okay," Hetalia turns the kettle on and joins Sherlock as he sits across the Doctor, and studies him.

"So? What can you observe??" Hetalia asks excitedly. He's always fascinated by Sherlock's deductions, and always loves to hear him ramble on and on.

After a minute of silence, Sherlock speaks up. "Look at him, peacefully sleeping, but his mind is racing; he's dreaming. Creasing at the eyes and furrowing of the brows once in a while and a flicker of the eyes under the eyelids, he's trying to decipher what are on the papers. Now, I haven't had the chance to memorize Gallifreyan fully, but from what I remember, that paper closest to you says 'Bad Wolf'. You know what that means. Where has he been? Outer space. But, he didn't go back or forward in time. He went somewhere to retrieve, or possibly steal, those papers. Most likely the latter. He must've had a real fight for him to collapse at the table like this. Now, tell me, dear Hetalia, what can you see?"

Hetalia shakes himself out of his daze of awe and looks at the Doctor. He notices his hand twitch a few times, so he thought that might be worth something. "His hand is twitching..." he says slowly, unsure of Sherlock's reaction.

"Putting together the pieces," Sherlock says simply. "He hasn't read all the papers, he collapsed before he could do so. His puzzle doesn't make sense at the moment. Explains the furrowing."

"What's for breakfast?" Supernatural comes down the stairs, scratching his head and yawning.

"Tea's done," Sherlock says right before the kettle starts yelling, his eyes still on Doctor Who.

Hetalia gets up and readies Sherlock's tea, while he also throws the bacon into a plate.

"That demon isn't here?" Supernatural says, looking around.

"He's not a demon, Supernatural. And he's usually never up at this time, so he'll be out of your way for a while," Hetalia replies, rolling his eyes.

"Whatever, just pass me the-" Supernatural starts.

"Here you go," Hetalia interrupts, placing the tea in front of Sherlock and throwing the salt shaker at Supernatural. "Someone needs to get him up, though. He'll miss the bacon."