A/N:Tag Team Chapters! I was SO ready for this and here they are! I've been loving the reviews I've been getting so, please, enjoy!

Milz had awoken on a cold, snowy January Wednesday morning to the rushing wind of an intense blizzard outside. He wiped his eyes and glanced over at his Nazi father whose ebony and gray hair was a complete and utter mess. The man's face was in a pillow and he snored softly. Milz noticed that he was shirtless and pulled the covers up to the back of his neck before quietly getting out of bed, making sure not to wake him from his intense slumber.

The undead toddler tip-toed down the hallways and past Takeo's room, his tiny feet making a slight creaking noise to the wooden floorboards. Milz reached the living room and spotted his American father perched on the black, leather couch. The blond stared out of the window to his left and observed the shaking trees and the dots of white that swirled about in endless patterns. He wore a pair of green, white and red camouflage pajama pants and a dark green sweater.

Milz ran over to the man and grabbed himself a seat upon his lap, staring out of the window with him. Dempsey reached up a hand and ruffled the boy's coffee colored hair. The two stared out at the blizzard at 6:02 am in dead silence. Five minutes had passed until Milz spoke up.

"Milly bored."

"Same here, kid..." the Marine replied, not removing his blue orbs from the snow outside.

"Play game?" the zombie suggested, tilting his head back to look into the face of his father who returned his gaze.

"Xbox?"

"No, Hide n' Seek." Milz responded.

"Sounds fun. You count, I'll hide." Tank accepted the challenge with a cocky smirk and Milz hopped down from his seat on his lap.

Dempsey got up and stretched his limbs. Milz ran into a corner near the coat rack and covered his eyes.

"What should I count from?"

"20. And no peeking." the man replied, taking off into the kitchen.

"Okay! 20, 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, 14..."

The baby paused and turned around curiously, eyeing the living room and secretly peeking. He found no trace of his dad, so he turned his head and continued to count.

"...13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 7, 6, 5, 3, 4, 8, 2, 1! Ready or not, here come Milly!" the zombie squealed in a harsh whisper and begin his hunt for the warmly dressed Marine.

He checked under the couch that the two had just risen from. Nope, not there. He checked behind the TV. Not there either. Milz skipped down the hallway with pride in his blue footie pajamas, searching every nooks and cranny. He checked the storage closet. Nope. The bathroom? Nada. He knew for sure that he wouldn't be in either of his father's rooms, as he assumed that they were sleeping.

"Hmm..." the baby wondered, placing a finger to his tiny chin in thought.

The child stumbled by an unused room that was soon to be his. The walls were halfway painted pale green and tan boxes still littered the room, but he was still excited. He felt like a big boy moving into his own room. Soon, he'd get his own bed and his own closet and even his own toy box! What a dream come true! Milz's face bloomed into an overjoyed grin... then, he shook his head. He'd completely forgotten the task at hand: finding Dempsey.

The zombified toddler pitter-pattered back to the living room and went into the kitchen. Time to check around. First, he checked under the wooden dining table and found not a soul. He found himself stalking over to the cabinets but stopped, thinking that that place would be too obvious to hide. The baby turned and walked away, heading over to the basement door.

His wide yellow eyes stared up at the big, red, threatening sign that hung from the wooden door. DO NOT ENTER. He read the words over and over and thought of who he'd ever saw go down into the basement. Only Richtofen came to mind. Milz dismissed the consequences, determined to win this game and find Dempsey. He stood on his tip toes and twisted the golden door knob, pulling the door open silently. The smell of blood engulfed his nose and immediately, he was pulled into the basement, step-after-step, his mouth watering. The draft closed the door behind him with a soft 'click'.

The world's favorite, satanic doctor wandered into the living room in a grey hoodie and a pair of black sweatpants. He leaned his messy head back and yawned softly, placing a hand over his mouth. Richtofen turned into the kitchen while rubbing his eyes. He knew for sure that the 3 idiots would be sleeping in as they normally do and decided to just make himself some breakfast. It would be about another four hours until the others awoke and he was not in the mood for their stupidity.

The Doctor stepped over to the stove and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. The first thing he needed was a skillet. He leaned down to the floor cabinets and pulled one open. A high-pitched scream of surprise escaped his lips. Edward flung a hand over his mouth and looked around quickly before sending a death glare at the American curled up in the cabinet.

"Vhat are you doing, dumpkoff?!' the Nazi harshly whispered.

"Playing hide n' seek with Milz. I don't think anyone invited you, kraut." Dempsey growled.

"I have no interest in your childish games," Richtofen replied. "Stop being stupid und get out!"

"Make me!" Tank threatened.

Richtofen placed a hand on his hip in dismay before grabbing Dempsey by the sweater and yanking him out of the cabinet. The Marine fell to the tiled floor angrily, before rising up too his feet.

"Nobody said 'Ollie ollie oxen free!'" Dempsey growled, fixing his sweater sleeves.

"Go back to sleep. Zhat vay, I von't have zhe urge to murder you." The Doctor threatened, his blue eyes narrowing. "Und vhere's mein child?"

"I dunno. Probably still looking. I think he went into the basement."

Edward stiffened up. The American watched him with curious eyes as his relaxed hand slowly turned into an angry ball of fury. His eyes widened with the urge to kill and a murderous glare was stabbed into Dempsey. The Doctor gave a few snarls before opening his mouth.

"You... let him... into mein lab?!"

"Yeah, big whoop." the blond muttered. "It's not like he's-"

Tank was cut off as Richtofen grabbed him by the sweater and pulled him face-to-face. Dempsey had to admit: up close, he was kinda scary looking.

"How stupid can you get?! Don't anzer zhat!"

"Can you back off please?! Your morning breath isn't making this closeness any more comfortable than it already isn't." the American slurred in a sleepy tone.

"Zhat's you, now shut up und listen! You vill go find him." Richtofen threatened through clenched teeth.

"Why? It's your lab."

"But it's also your child as vell!"

"And...?"

The Nazi's left eyebrow twitched slightly before he continued.

"You have no idea vhat is down zhere!" the man dropped Dempsey onto the floor and wrapped his arms around himself. "He could be scarred for life and it vould be your fault!"

"You're the one who has a death lab in the basement." the Marine replied, standing to his feet and getting into Richtofen's face.

"But you let him in! I hate you, Dempsey! Vhy are you so stupid?! Vhy?!"

"Maybe because you're such a-"

Tank was interrupted as a vodka bottle flew inbetween the argument, grazing his nose and hitting the floor without shattering but producing an extremely loud and annoying sound. The Nazi grinded his teeth together, before pointing his eyes towards the direction where the bottle came from. His azul eyes lit up happily, realizing the angry, hung over figure before him. Nikolai stared at the two in his green boxers and white tank top with an upset, tired look on his face. His brown hair looked like the back of a porcupine on his head and he flexed his muscles angrily, holding himself back from choking the two arguing men with his bare hands.

"Guten mor-"

"Nikolai... has hangover... Is too early for loudness..." the Russian growled, then left the kitchen in silence.

Richtofen watched him leave, waving happily, unfazed by his anger, then turned to the American with a girly smile.

"Isn't he so cheerful in zhe morning?" the smile on his face dropped and he continued with seriousness. "Go find him. Jetzt."

"Fine! If it makes you shut up!" Dempsey whispered and went to the basement door.

"Vait!" the Doctor stopped him, running over to his side. "I'm coming viz you. I don't vant you touching anyzhing."