A/N: FINALLY. School has been kicking my ass but I've got an update here for you guys. It took me a bit to get inspired, but I got it. It's sorta boring, but eh. An update is an update. Enjoy!

Something wasn't right. Something was... amiss. Milz checked the living room in wonder, searching for his fathers. They weren't there for some strange reason. Usually, American Daddy would be at the table, stuffing himself with eggs and bacon and anything German Daddy sat on the table. Japanese Daddy would either be doing push-ups or eating with American Daddy and Russian Daddy would be... still sleeping. Milz blinked his bright yellow eyes, staring at his surroundings.

He'd gotten up out of his own bed this morning, all by himself. His new room had been finished recently and as soon as everything was in place, he was able to sleep in the room and finally call it his own. He was growing up fast. Milz turned around in a circle, wearing his red pajama bottoms and a white t-shirt. The zombie wondered why his Fathers weren't up and about.

Maybe this was another game of hide and go seek. The zombie took the challenge. Sounds like fun! The first place he decided to go was to his German father's room. He was so used to sleeping in his own room, he'd almost forgotten what the room looked like. Milz turned tail and took off down the halls, heading to Eddy's room. He knocked on the door a few times and got no response. This worried him.

Usually, Eddy would open the door or tell him that it was alright to come in. All he received was silence. The zombie gently pushed the door open and peered into the room, breaking the darkness with his shiny bright eyes. A small slither of sunlight broke between the black, closed curtains over the window. Everything else was cast into a shadow of black.

Milz inched himself across the hardwood floor and over to the black curtains. He pulled them open with a single motion, forcing the vibrant rays of sunshine into the room. The brown-haired boy observed his surroundings once more and stared at the black and white sheets on the bed near the wall. There was a big, dormant lump underneath all those sheets and the zombie's curiosity kicked in. Milz climbed onto the bed, gently crawling across to avoid waking the lump.

He slowly removed the sheets and underneath them was a sleeping Richtofen. His nose was red and he gave off a soft wheezing noise with every exhale he made. He was surrounded in crumpled up white tissues and wore a thick, long sleeve shirt along with his boxers. Milz leaned over the figure and kissed his sleeping father's cheek. His face was incredibly warm. In fact, he was burning up.

"Fever!" Milz shouted in surprise, remembering how Richtofen had told him all about the common cold and how he'd learned about it from watching a documentary on TV.

Edward's blue eyes opened up a little at a time, trying to adjust to the light that had invaded his dark, blanket cave. He sat up on his left elbow with very little strength and covered his mouth with his inner right elbow as he released a few harsh coughs. Milz studied his behavior closely until he recieved a pet upon his brown head.

"Guten morgen, Milly." the sadist smiled, his voice sounding deeper than usual.

The zombie gently pushed his father back down onto the bed and tugged the black and white covers up to his neck. He gave him another kiss on his forehead and rubbed the ebony and gray hairs on the man's head. Milz climbed over Richtofen and out of the bed.

"Stay!" the boy commanded, pointing a finger at a bewildered Nazi. "Don't move! Be back soon!"

Milz took his leave and closed the door behind him, leaving Richtofen to stare at the ceiling and eventually go back to sleep. The zombie ran faster than the speed of sound down the hallway. He made sure to keep quiet, making light pitter patters against the floor and stopped at Takeo's room. The door was cracked open. The door was never cracked open.

Milz took quiet, light steps into the dark room. He looked up at the dimly lit blue lanterns that hung from the ceiling and cast a tiny amount of light all over the room. Tiny zombie toes touched the hardwood floor as the boy crossed the room yet again. He climbed onto the bed and gently shook the man who was under the baby blue blanket.

Takeo sniffled to himself and continued sleeping. Milz leaned over the Samurai and touched foreheads with him. The amount of heat coming from his Japanese father struck him with surprise. So much surprise, that he fell off the bed and landed on his butt. Takeo was sick too?! This was impossible! Milly scattered up to his feet at the sound of coughing, hacking and sneezing next door.

He turned his attention back to the bed to witness a shuffling, disturbed Takeo. The zombie quickly got up and left the room, closing the door behind him again. He skipped next door and ran into Dempsey's room, who was, strangely, awake. He was in a pair of purple, red and yellow plaid pajama pants and near the closet. The Marine was pulling a white sweater over his head and suddenly, he sneezed, coating the inside of the sweater with snot and mucus.

"That's gross..." Tank slurred, pulling the ruined sweater from over his head. He wobbled a bit before catching his balance.

Dempsey sniffled to himself and turned his attention to the door where Milz stood, staring in awe.

"Hey, kid. Something wr-" a fit of coughing interrupted his sentence and his son stared at the empty green box of tissues on his bed.

"Daddy, you're sick!" Milz squealed in his high-pitched voice. "Lay down!"

"I'm fine." the blonde lied, waving a hand towards his brown-haired son. His red nose leaked a clear liquid. "Perfectly fine."

The boy stomped his foot in anger and marched over to Dempsey. Milz stood on his tiptoes and grabbed his father's hand in a strong grip. The boy pulled the Marine into the living room and sat him on the couch. The zombie pointed a stern finger at the Marine.

"No moving! Stay here! Milly go get Daddies!"

Dempsey shook his head, too dizzy to ignore his son's wishes as he ran away into the hallway, leaving the blond to think and constantly wipe his nose.

The Veteran's were assembled to the black leather couch in the living room and wrapped into several blankets that Milz managed to find for them. Nikolai was awoken from his slumber and dragged to the couch. Milz assigned him a green blanket while the rest were as follows: Richtofen Red, Takeo Baby Blue and Dempsey Orange.

It was fairly silent as Milz worked on something "super-duper" secret in the kitchen to cure this dangerous, contagious sickness that infected his fathers. They were immobilized and Milz didn't like the idea of it. Meanwhile, on the couch, the soldiers waited patiently, staring into the TV in front of them. Nothing was on at 9am and their attention was lost quite easily.

Edward leaned his head back onto the couch and gave a groan.

"I need to get back to mien lab..." he whined, staring at the red ceiling.

"I'm afraid we aren't going anywhere for a little while." Takeo wheezed through his clogged nostrils.

"Zhis is all Dempsey's fault." the Nazi muttered.

The Marine lifted his dizzy head from the dark armrest and attempted to give a slurred insult.

"Fu... you..." he put his head back down and drooled on the leather, falling into a pit of slumber.

Nikolai could barely keep his eyes open and wanted so badly to gulp down some vodka, but Milz had told him not to. The unlucky Russian had received a sore throat with the sickness package and could barely breathe without his throat itching like hell. He scratched his Adam's apple constantly and did everything he could not to throw up in Takeo's lap.

Milz stood by the microwave on top of a tall stool. He stared through the screen at the rotating mugs of water. He did a bit more research over the cold and found that tea was a helpful remedy. The boy went hunting through the cabinets and found a couple of strawberry teabags that were just sitting there, unused. An idea popped into his head almost immediately.

After the microwave beeped, signaling that the tea was done, the coffee-haired child opened the microwave and took the blazing hot mugs of water out with his bare hands. He couldn't feel the heat, so it was fine. After placing the mugs of water on the counter in a row, Milz opened and dipped the teabags into the water, stirring them each with a fork. He let them sit for a minute and eventually pulled them out and threw them away.

Milz's gray ears perked up at the sound of light, human feet against the tile floor. He snapped his yellow eyes over at the noise. His sadistic father stood by the doorway wrapped up in a red blanket.

"Milly, is everyzhing alright?" Ricthofen wondered, staring at the mugs on the counter.

"Fine." the boy growled. He didn't mean to be rude. It was just something about people being in the kitchen while he was cooking... it sorta bothered him.

"Are you sure?"

"Ja! Out!" the zombie yelled, narrowing his eyes at the German.

Edward made a face of wonder, but wobbled out of the kitchen without another word. Milz turned back around and continued with his preparation of the tea. The idea from earlier flew back into his head and the undead picked up a loose-lidded bottle of vodka from off the corner of the counter. He poured a few drops of it into the green mug and then placed it back where he found it. Next, he ventured to the refrigerator and got one lemon, a couple of strawberries, a lime, and a random human heart in a jar.

Milz took one giant leap back up onto the stool with the ingredients and set them on the counter. He picked up the lemon and the lime and squeezed the juice from them into the orange mug with his bear hands. Zombie strength came in handy when he needed it. He took the strawberries and murdered some of the juice from them into the baby blue cup. Milz finally unscrewed the top of the jar and pulled the heart out.

It was slimy, but also tempting. The zombie wanted so badly to eat it for himself, but the fact that it was preserved and not fresh made him lose his appetite for it. Milly gently squeezed a bit of the heart's foul smelling preserves into the red cup and placed it back where he found it. He poured a drop of honey into each of the cups.

The living room was still silent and Tank had awoken from his sleep as Richtofen gave a startling sneeze. The Marine perked up and leaned away from the warm Nazi next to him.

"Eww..." Dempsey wheezed. "Keep your germs over there."

Before a conflict started over whose germs were who's, their zombified son stepped out of the kitchen with four cups of strange-looking tea.

"Colors of cups match with colors of blankets!" Milz grinned, his sunny eyes glistening with glee.

The men took their mugs of tea and Nikolai's senses were the first to go rabid. The strong, sour, mouth-watering scent of vodka was in the vicinity. It had to be in the tea. It just had to. The Russian took a sip and his body was calmed almost immediately. He felt cured already.

Takeo gulped his strawberry and honey tea down without any words. The sweetness appealed to him and gave him life.

Richtofen's stuffy nose denied him the ability to smell what flavor of tea he'd received, leaving it a huge surprise. A granted himself a simple sip and his dull, blue eyes brightened. A sip turned into a gulp and a gulp turned into all out chugging. The taste of heart preserves sent his blood rushing through his veins and the voices spoke to him once more.

Dempsey was already drinking his sweet and sour tea. His strength was almost fully returned and he was almost ready to get Richtofen back for sneezing in his personal space not too long ago.

"I feel... refreshed." Takeo said, placing his cup down on the black coffee table.

"I feel better zhan zhat!" An exhilarated Nazi cackled. "I feel alive!"

"Nikolai feels like new man! Perhaps drinking party is in order."

"Or..." the American spoke out, standing up from his spot on the couch. The orange blanket fell from his shoulders. "We could kick some Nazi ass for sneezing everywhere!"

"Tell me, Dempsey. Are you angry?" Edward giggled, kicking his feet like a little girl.

The blond grabbed the sadist by his shirt and pulled him face-to-face.

"No fighting!" Milz spoke out, turning all the attention towards him. "Everyone go lay down! Now!"

The Vets looked at each other in surprise, bewildered that their own son had just told them what to do. Usually, they wouldn't listen and would continue with their doings, but they decided that perhaps if it weren't for him, they'd still be battling runny noses and sore throats. Dempsey dropped a perverted Richtofen and retreated to his room as he was told. The other three followed and Milz watched them leave with his hands on his hips.

The zombie decided to go back to bed as well. He felt a little dizzy and his throat felt a little itchy, but he ignored it, heading back to his room.