Elizaveta Hedervary put down her phone, lent back in the chair on which she sit, and felt her world crumble. She'd been upset for many weeks now, but this had just ruined well...her life. Not only as a Country, for she could hardly bare to think of her bosses' reaction, but as a ordinary woman too. Just weeks before, she and her former husband Roderich Edelstein had officially divorced. Their marriage had been political, and the beginning of their life together had not been happy, but they had grown close...very close. But now...Elizaveta pushed away thoughts of the divorce crossly and tried to focus on the news.

She, the nation of Hungary, was pregnant. How could I have been so na ve? She questioned in her head. I should have known that politics would ruin it. I should have kept away, like I used to. But now what...? Now what are you going to do, Eliza, you silly girl?! Hungary looked back to the phone. She ought to call her boss, but she couldn't face it. She rubbed her stomach. There was a whole life inside her, and she wasn't sure what to do with it. Somewhere inside the muddled thoughts she realised her boss wasn't the only one who had to know sooner or later.

Oh. My. God. Austria. She thought, wondering how her aristocratic ex-husband would take this. One thing was glaringly, painfully obvious. She and Austria could never raise their growing child together. They were nations. Nations having children was almost unheard of, especially nations who had just had a divorce. She couldn't tell Austria yet. She couldn't tell her boss yet. But she had to let someone know. Someone who would listen. One name came to mind. Someone who would listen to her and definitely not change the subject to Austria's feelings. Dammit, Gil, you're annoying, but I need you