Night had fallen and everyone seemed to be doing their own thing. Richtofen was entertaining the mini zombie that he'd decided to name Milz, which just so happened to be German for spleen. Dempsey and Nikolai sat themselves on the couch in front of the TV. It was as if they were hypnotized. At this point, they were probably off guard of what they were viewing. Takeo sat on the floor and leaned back on the couch, exploring his cell phone.
The TV show went to a commercial break, but no one halted their events. That is, until a Christmas commercial aired.
The American and Soviet were broken from their hypnosis. Squinted Earth Brown eyes gazed towards the big screen and the German was no longer entertained by tiny, insane, adorable infant chuckles.
The 4 stood up at the exact same time and shouted a determined, "Not it!"
Every single one of them studied each other closely. No one dared direct their eyes elsewhere, because one lucid move could mean death. Well, not really.
"Well,... this is awkward." Dempsey whispered.
"Indeed. I'm usually zhe first one to call it. It seems a zhough zhe idiots have caught on." the Nazi smirked.
"He's talking about you, Takeo." Nikolai snickered, flashing his eyes towards the shortest of the 4.
Takeo, being the sensible and honorable man he was, neglected the insult and crossed his arms over his chest.
"I've got it. Ve could pull straws..." the sadist suggested.
"No! Is always rigged! I say we take drinking contest! Whoever can't hold their liquor loses!" the Russian cackled. "Eh? Anybody?"
"You're gonna be the only one drinking in the end, Nik. Everybody knows that. I say we play a game of zombies! The sucker with the least amount of kills has to do it." Tank decided, holding up his Xbox controller.
"You und your stupid games vill solve nozhing, Dempsey!" Richtofen stated, pointing a lanky finger in the blond's direction.
"You wanna say that to my face, kraut?" Dempsey growled, stepping over to the Nazi and leaning his face towards his.
"You und your stupid games vill solve no-" the Marine's fist made contact with his face and he fell to the ground.
The blonde dived onto the Doctor and the brawl began. Takeo sighed. There they go fighting again. Such children. That left only him and Nikolai.
"Nikolai is tired. You do it this year." the Soviet said, hoisting the two fighting grown men off of the floor and over his shoulders. He left the room, both the American and German shouting obscenities at one another.
The Japanese male sat near a vacant corner in the living room.
Putting up Christmas decorations. Takeo didn't really fancy it and he got off the hook last year. He even dodged putting up Halloween decorations this year and just barely jumped past taking them down. Not only did he have to put up the lights on the house, hang up the wreath and put up the Christmas tree, he also had to purchase the Christmas cookies and still buy his companions gifts.
"Ba ba."
A shiver rode his spine like a wave. He turned around and glanced near the couch. Now, Takeo was also stuck with the zombie baby. Just great. Just. Great. The Japanese man crawled over to the decaying child that laid upon a stack of blankets. They were used to support and hold him up, instead of laying him down.
"Hello, devil child."
Milz nibbled at his own fingers, dribble oozing down his hand. The Samurai sighed to himself as the baby giggled for no apparent reason. Maybe he was just cheerful to see Takeo.
Takeo stood to his feet and grabbed his coat off of the coat rack. He pulled his arms through, then zipped it up to his neck. Afterwards, the dark-haired man leaned down and picked up the infant from the blankets. The Samurai grabbed Milz's favorite red blanket and wrapped him in it. Time to go shopping.
The trip to the Maxis Market was boring. Well, for Takeo. Milz had the best time of his life. He couldn't stop laughing and making noises. He was so loud, men and women gave Takeo a look whenever he walked by. Some raised eyebrows, others smiled, some ran and screamed at the sight of the undead infant.
It didn't really matter. He got what he came for. Christmas cookies, gifts and more Christmas lights. Hopefully, this would satisfy the other 3 and he wouldn't have to return.
Takeo was just about finished with the decorating. The Christmas lights were up and sparkling. They nearly lit up the entire street. No one knocked on the door to complain, so they were fine. The wreath was hanging on the door. It took a while to find it in the basement, but he found it. The Christmas cookies sat on the table near the door in the big tin buckets, with cute drawings on the sides.
Basically, all that remained was the tree. Takeo had already began putting the lights on. Things seemed to have been going smoothly. But Milz started letting out attention-desiring screams.
"What is it now?" the Samurai sighed, looking at the child that laid on a blanket by the leather couch.
Milz kicked his tiny feet and whined more. Maybe he was hungry. That can't be it. He just ate. What did he want? The Japanese man picked up the plastic star that was near Milz on the floor. He leaned down and gave it to him and he creased his whining.
"Ooo..."
Takeo grinned. Maybe he was just a little cute. The man went back to work, wrapping the irksome red, white and green lights around the tree. Over and over and over again.
SMACK!
Insane, innocent, and hysterical laughter came from behind him. Something struck him in the back of his head. He looked on the floor behind him. A plastic, yellow star. Giving a bothered sigh, Tak picked up the star and stepped over to Milz. He presented the asterisk back to the laughing baby.
"Hold it. Don't throw. Hold." he spoke, hoping that he could understand him.
After suspending the ornaments on the edges of the tree, the black-haired man picked up his little star-holder and took the star from him. He extended a free arm and placed the star atop the tree. It began to shimmer and lit up the once dark corner of the living room. Milz gave a satanic, delighted scream, enjoying it's yellow twinkle. Tak held him close, instantly feeling the urge to snuggle the rotting baby.
"For once, I enjoyed this experience, thanks to you."