Christmas morning, and how could it be ruined? Many ways, but this time it was your frail form that ruined the fairytale happiness. Days before you were fine, but as soon as you turned 6 days old, you became terribly sick, and could barely bottle feed anymore, and that frightened your vatti, and your mutti.
"Do you sink ve should take her to zhe pediatrition?" Elizaveta asked nervously, searching in Gilbert's eyes for the answer.
"Nein, if she gets any vorse, zhen ve vill take her, but not today, it's Christmas after all." Gilbert picked you up from your crib, wrapping you in two extra blankets and putting your tiny little polka dotted hat on. Gilbert's brother was coming over, so there was no way he was going to let him know how shattered he felt. He was "ZE AWESOME PRUSSIA!" He could handle anything! (That's what he hoped at least.)
"Gilbert.... are you sure? Zhis is serious."
"You don't sink I know zhat?! She's mein daughter! I vould do anysing for her!" He whispered harshly, earning him a tear from his wife. Even if she wasn't pregnant anymore, Elizaveta was still fragile and hormonal.
"I-I'm s-sorry Gilbert... I just-" Little hot tears poured down her porcelain cheeks, making guilt sting Gilbert's body immediately.
"Nein, I'm sorry... I'm just so vorried about ________." Gilbert sat you down on the couch, gently cradling you in his warm, lovable, bear hug arms. "I vant our baby to be healthy." He stated, readjusting your hat so you would stay warm.
"Ja... but like you said, it's Christmas, vhy don't ve open a few presents from eachozer?" Elizaveta said hopefully, thinking it would get Gilbert's mind off of your sickness.
"Okay..." However, her plans did't go as well as she thought. Gilbert would stare down at you, slightly jumping whenever he heard a tiny cough from you. He was studying you ever second, so if anything happened, he would be at the ready.
Ludwig cautiously knocked on the door, knowing full well if he knocked too hard he would wake a certain sick baby, and that wasn't good for anyone. Elizaveta rushed to the door, opening it as quietly as possible.
"Hallo Ludvig, please come in." She gestured towards the warm house, and the little couch in which Gilbert sat holding you.
"Danke, how is ________ doing?" Ludwig asked his brother, sitting next to him.
"____-_______ is fine. Just a little... veary I guess you could say." Gilbert's voice shook with nervousness, and instantly Ludwig knew that this was not going to be such a good Christmas.