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Ludwig was dead asleep. He must have been exhausted from last night's fight if he hadn't been awake before the sun rose. He slept soundly in his bed, giving off a soft snore as he slept with all three of his dogs piled or wedged around him (and anyone else in his bed). Today, he was going to relax. Tomorrow, however, he was going to be running the training for anyone who wanted to learn how to fight. Might as well get the rest and energy he needed today when he had a day off then tomorrow when there was church and practice training.

It wasn't too late into the morning when the German woke up. It was later than his usual time, but he wouldn't yell at himself for getting a few more hours of sleep. He rolled over and draped his arm over something soft and warm. However, it wasn't fuzzy.....

Italy.

Ludwig cracked on eye open to see that once again, Italy had wedged himself in among the dogs in order to lay next to him. Seriously, how did the man do it?! It wasn't like the side Italy was sleeping on was even exposed, either. The Italian's side of the bed was up against a wall! Yet, somehow, once again, he poofed himself into the bed without disturbing Ludwig or any of the dogs.

Amazing what an Italian can do when they put their mind to something.

Ludwig took a deep breath and let it out in a long sigh. Well, no need to fuss over it today. Since his arm was already draped over the Italian's, all he had to do was grip the man's shoulder and give him a light shake. "Feliciano, wake up. You're in my bed again..." Maybe he sleep walks and subconsciously tries to find someplace warm to sleep? Well, no, that can't be it. He does this when we're at our own homes, and I know his house is in warmer climate than mine. So how and why does he always find his way to my bed?

Well.... That didn't work. Germany sat up, which was a signal to the dogs they should probably get off the bed. Once they had left without causing harm to either of the humans in bed, Ludwig said in a very loud and firm voice, "ITALY! Get up now or I svear to Gott I vill dump ice cold vater on your head! I've done it to mien own Brudder, I vill do zhe same to you!"

Germany just had his usual "what an idiot" expression as Italy freaked out. well, at least now he was awake. Honestly, did he have to always yell at the man to get him to wake up. (A part of him wondered if Vati Germania had the same type of issues with Rome.) His expression changed to his usual sort of unreadable scowl as he looked to Italy.

"Italy, why do you keep coming to bed with me? People are going to assume things if you do that here..." Funny how he didn't mention the way he felt about it when they were at home.... He sighed and shook his head. "Oh, forget it. You'll probably just do it again tonight. Well, come on then. We can't spend all day in bed. Are you in the mood to do anything in particular today?" Ludwig pulled the covers off of himself and swung his legs over the edge of his bed as he stretched his arms high above his head.