It was all very exhausting. Life, more specifically. Everything felt like you had done 10 laps around Asia. All you do is lie in your unkempt bed and stay on your phone all day long. You didn’t really care about hygiene anymore since it’s not like you’re going outside anytime soon anyway. You didn’t have much in your life except… Ludwig. He’d visit you daily except when world meetings came along or when Italy needed help. He came every day at 6:30 a.m. sharp and woke you. He knew about your mental health issues and wasn’t one to let you just suffer. He had a schedule for you - wake up. Hygiene. Eat breakfast. Make your bed. Go for a run. Shower if needed. Clean your place if needed. And repeat. It bothered you sometimes that he’d never give you a lazy day unless absolutely necessary but otherwise it helped a little. Today you were sleeping until you heard the front door open. Right… he had the spare key you gave him. He entered and knocked on your door before coming inside. “Guten Morgen, Guest. It’s morning. Get up.” He stated, not being too harsh. You groaned, extremely tired and unmotivated. "Go away…” You mumbled, pulling the sheets over up to your chin. He walked over to your bedside and crouched down to your level before yanking the sheets off you. “Up. Jetzt.”