It did not matter who was holding onto her so gently, who was in her kitchen, or who was heard singing. ___ just wanted to stay in bed and sleep the day away. She could not remember a single thing from the night before except picking up one beer after the other. The sunlight streaming into her windows was the only matter that forced her from her slumber. ___ let out a groan, ready to shove whomever was holding her off. Just as her (e/c) orbs opened, and she attempted to pry his arms away, he too let out a small groan. Instead of releasing her, his hold tightened.

     "Not yet, mein schatz,' he groaned, 'You're much too warm to get up."
     ___'s face went bright red, "Ugh, Gilbert, let me go, I'm not in the mood to just cuddle. I have a big headache,' she said, 'And someone's making too big of a racket...and something smells like its burning, and I just-"
     "Shh, frau,' he breathed, 'Just five more minutes, and then you can get up, ja?"

     He kissed the back of her neck, yanking her comforter higher over them. While the Prussian held onto her and continued to sleep, she observed the room she was in. It was definitely her room, though, she could have sworn she had fallen asleep at Alfred's house. She rubbed her face slightly, leaning back against Gilbert. She wondered who else was in her home. Was it just Gilbert? She very much doubted it, usually he was with his "Awesome trio", or with his "Bad Touch trio". If Francis was in her apartment, she would surely scream (and Vash would probably come running from next door with a loaded gun). ___ moved slightly, causing Gilbert to chuckle.

     "You know, frau, you would be great to-"
     Her bedroom door flung open, revealing a perky looking Dane, "GOD MORGEN, MIN DRONNING! I MADE BREAKFAST!' he shouted, '...Yo, Gilbert, don't hog ___ all to yourself. You had her all night last night. Me and Alfred had to sleep on the floor! Some friend you are!"

     Matthias stuck his tongue out at Gilbert, grabbing onto ___'s arm and yanking her away. She stumbled, grabbing onto the blond Dane to keep herself from falling. Gilbert let out an annoyed grunt, dragging himself out of the bed. ___ stood up straight, grinning at being saved. She was glad to finally be out of the Prussian's warm, steely grip.

     "You're an idiot, Matthias,' Gilbert grumbled, 'But you're lucky you made breakfast. If it weren't for that, I would probably kill you right now. What did you make?"
     Matthias chuckled, "You know you love me, Gil~' he chirped, 'And min dronning and I get to eat all the breakfast, I never said anything about you. For your information, I made bacon, æg, and wienerbröd!"
     ___ gasped, grabbing onto her friend's shirt, "TAKE ME TO THE DANISH, SIR DANE!' she shouted, 'I haven't had your wienerbröd in months! I might just eat it all."

     Matthias gripped ___'s arm, pulling her toward the kitchen without hesitating. Gilbert followed behind, yawning as he did. Obviously, the Prussian was still extremely tired. Without hesitating, Matthias sat her down in one of the stools and placed a plate in front of her. He, then, sat down across from her and grinned. Gilbert snagged a strip of bacon from her plate, sinking into the couch a few feet away and eat it.

     "You're so cute in the morning, kære~' he sighed, 'I could just eat you up~"
     Gilbert scoffed from the couch, "Stop being so gooey-ooey romantic, Matthias,' he snapped, 'Das ist mein schatz, weißt du? Don't try to pull anything on her."
     "Nej, ___ er min skat."

     Deciding not to stick around to witness the fight about to happen, ___ picked up the plate of food and walked into her work room. Alfred was sitting on the couch in there, singing along to whatever was on her music player. She grinned, sitting beside him with the plate. The American winked at her, taking a bite of her Danish before returning to bobbing his head up and down. Noticing what song he began to sing, she began to hum along, also bobbing her head. Finally, Alfred removed the headset and smiled at her. He had been waiting all day for her to wake up.

     "Hey, babe~' he said, 'It's good to see you awake for once. I was wondering when you were going to wake up! We should totally go play video games at my house - once everyone clears out..."
     ___ laughed, "Got kicked out of your own house? I knew you shouldn't have invited Amelia,' she replied, 'But...yeah...video games seems like a good idea. It'll be good to get away from those idiots out there. They just started fighting. At least you're not flir-"
    
     Alfred grabbed the back of her head, and the front of her shirt and pulled the girl's lips to his own. For a moment she was frozen, wondering why all these men kept flirting with her. ___ shoved Al away, face a bright red.

     "Okay, uhm...you stay here,' she motioned for him to remain, 'And, I'm going to go...and..."

     ___ scampered out of the room, running toward the front door. She did not want to be in their presences anymore, just to go and get fresh air. ___ grabbed her jacket, slipped her sneakers on, and walked right out into the hall. She slammed the door shut behind him, refusing to look at a confused Matthias and Gilbert. The moment the door was closed, she could hear all three friends begin to shout at each other (probably over her). Normally, she would have just gone over to Vash's apartment and hung out there, but that was no an option. She wanted to get as far away from them as possible.