The afternoon clouds in the sky were as dull as Dempsey's brain and even more snow fell from them, casting a thick, bone white blanket across the neighborhood. The weather steadied itself at a freezing 2 degrees and no one dared leave the warm contents of their home. Even our veterans were stationing themselves in their cozy, relaxing residence.

Dempsey had taken control of the red, black and white living room. He sat on the couch along with a ton of snacks and a huge bottle of strawberry soda, demolishing anyone who dared step into his range of fire on Xbox Live. Takeo was behind the couch, exercising himself by doing two-hand, one-hand and diamond push-ups. His ear buds were plugged into his ears, blocking out the loud gunshots and explosions coming from the television.

As for Nikolai, he was slouched at the kitchen table. He had fallen asleep in one of the 4 chairs, his face flat on the wooden table. Saliva poured from his mouth and pooled under his face. In his right hand was a shot glass and in his left was a large bottle of vodka. Actually, empty bottles of vodka surrounded him, cluttering the table top. He snored over the loudness that was the TV.

Richtofen didn't have much to do today, so he decided that he'd relax himself with a bath. Instead of the usual soap suds and water, the Doctor thought that he'd deserved a super special treat. A large bathtub full of warm, crimson blood. The sadist made himself comfortable in the thick substance and relaxed, humming a deadly tune to himself.

A tiny knocking came at his bathroom door.

"Ja, vhat is it? Zhe Doctor is busy!" Edward snarled to the cracked open door.

The white door drifted open slightly and the sadist saw nothing. Maybe the voices were playing tricks on him.

"Da da?"

His blue-eyes shot to the floor to an undead infant in a plain green shirt and a white diaper. The baby's sunny eyes stared into him and made him somewhat overjoyed. He was so proud that the child had learned to knock before entering rooms. The boy had the intelligence of his German daddy.

"Hello zhere, little one! Come to daddy." Richtofen commanded, pulling a hand from the red contents of the tub and holding it out towards the baby on the other side of the bathroom.

A cheeky grin graced Milz's face as he crawled across the cold tiles of the floor and to one of his four fathers. He stopped by the side of the tub, sniffing the air curiously. Something smelled... yummy. The child grabbed the edge of the bath with both hands and pulled himself up into a wobbly standing position. His bright eyes shone brighter. The bathtub was full of blood.

His favorite.

Milz thought that for sure he was in heaven. He dipped a finger into the liquid and nearly tasted it until...

"Nein! No! Bad. Stop." Richtofen spoke, taking his tiny wrist and wiping the blood away with a bath towel.

The baby gave a whine and looked up at the Doctor sadly.

"Don't cry, my sveet Milz. Vould you like to take a bath?"

"Ba!"

"You are just so precious, I could rip out your little organs!" Edward squealed, pinching Milz's right cheek with a blood-covered hand.

After getting dressed, then replacing the blood in the bathtub with a small amount of soap and water, Richtofen made sure to add extra bubbles and a ton of toys for Milz. He undressed the child and then placed him into the lukewarm water. Milz splashed around cheerfully, popping the multiple suds with his little fingers.

Richtofen watched him closely, admiring his angelic attitude. The zombified child picked up a bright yellow rubber ducky and squeezed it tightly. The duck made a wheezing noise and Milz giggled. He then held the duck out to his German dad, jabbering a quick word in zombie/baby language.

The Doctor took the rubber bird and dipped it into the water. After pulling it out, he squeezed it, just as Milz did, and sprayed water from the little hole in it's orange bill. The newborn's eyes lit up and he reached for the duck, wanting to follow in his father's footsteps.

"What are you doing?"

Richtofen's ears flickered back as he heard the phrase and he turned around to the doorway to spot his other 3 roommates at the door.

"None of your business. Go avay!"

"I do not think that it's a good idea for you to give Milz a bath." a sweaty Takeo suggested.

"Nikolai agrees with stupid Asian." a sleepy Russian spoke out, leaning on the doorway.

"Vhy not? Everyzhing is fine. He's-" Edward stopped mid-sentence as a forceful string of water pelted him in the back of his head.

He whipped around to the bath again, only to spot Milz empty-handed and the sunny rubber duck floating along in the shallow water. The infant pointed to the duck.

"Bah."

The child had mastered the art of lying.

"He lies good! Just like Nikolai!" Nikolai exclaimed.

Richtofen stood to his feet, the ebony hair on the back of his head soaking wet and dripping onto the collar of his blue shirt. Marching over to his partners, he slammed the door in their faces, grumbling insults about each of them. He then turned his attention back to Milz who sat in the bathtub.

The boy sat in the water, his brown hair spiked up high on his head. Richtofen raised a confused eyebrow, wondering what his son was doing. Milz then raised both hands in the air and shouted:

"Oorah!"

Silence covered the bathroom until the Doctor realized what the baby was doing. He felt his stomach tighten up and he cackled loudly, sliding to the floor and draping his arms over his stomach.

"Z-zhat... zhat has to be... zhe best impression... o-of Dempsey... ever!" Edward chuckled, a tear escaping from his eye.

Milz clapped his hands and giggled along with his daddy.

"Vhat ozher impressions can you do?" the Nazi grinned, crawling over to Milz.

The undead child shook his head and his little hairs fell, some still sticking up stiffly. Milz picked up a floating toy that was in the shape of a bottle and raised it up high, jabbering loudly.

"Oh, is zhat Nikolai?" Richtofen smirked, running his skinny fingers through Milz's chocolate-colored hair.

"Baa!"

"You are so talented! Just like your daddy. Your smart Daddy. Not zhe American one." the sadist complimented, sticking a finger into the water.

The liquid was beginning to get cold. Even though Milz couldn't feel temperature because he was a zombie, the Doctor worried that maybe his defenses were unable to tolerate harsh temperatures, due to his small, frail body.

After giving the moving corpse a refreshing bath, the Nazi took Milz from the water as it began to drain. The infant whimpered in reply to being removed from the H2o. Richtofen noticed this and said,

"Don't cry, little one. Zhere vill be ozher days vhen you vill be able to bathe viz your favorite Nazi daddy."