It was a normal morning for Germany. Italy had crawled into his bed last night, The dogs curled up at his feet, and he was the first one up. He sighed, walking down stairs to make himself breakfast. "Finally some peace und quiet" he thought to himself as he sat down at the table. unfortunately, his silence was interrupted by his older brother, Prussia, bounding down the stairs. "Vaaaaaaafles!!!!!" the Albino shouted as he ran into the kitchen. "Mien Gott bruder! vhat is vrong vith you?!" The German questioned. He had a meeting in an hour and, quite frankly, was NOT in the mood for his sibling's shenanigans. "Vaffles!" Prussia shouted at his brother again, pounding his fists on the table. Ludwig sighed, it was going to be one of those days.
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