Second Reich

It was only a few months since the firstborn son Weimar had been born and his mother had fled from her responsibilities and from the town. You, as a maid in the German castle, had to listen to how the great Empire battled against his son day and night. Today would be no exception, for already in the afternoon you could hear the whining of the baby in the kitchen, who did not want to eat the 'food' that Second had tried so hard to make for him. You approached quietly to observe, noticing a somewhat amusing scene. Second was smeared with some food as was the baby, who was crying and throwing bits of food on the floor and at his Father. Second noticing your presence, he regained his composure clearing his throat slightly. "You!... Uh... Could you..." He pointed his gaze toward Weimar. "Could you help me?"