Author's Note: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TIMA! ! ! ! Okay, yeah, um... this story ended up getting too long for a oneshot, soooo... you'll be receiving it in pieces?

Warning: Lots of headcanons! Some of them will be explained at the end. Some of the headcanons are described within the actual chapter.

Disclaimer: Hetalia belongs to Himaruya-san, I just play around with the characters in relation to their history.

Parents of a Micronation

early May, 1981

"Ugghh," Hungary groaned to herself as she curled up in a tight ball around herself, hoping in vain that it would ease her queasy stomach.

She couldn't imagine why she'd be getting sick like this in the mornings. She knew it wasn't food poisoning; she didn't even think that nations could suffer from food poisoning, not in the traditional sense anyway (and only if one was stupid enough to actually swallow Britain's hellspawn of cooking could one be poisoned by it). Besides, it'd been going on too many mornings now to be food poisoning anyway. Her economy wasn't top-notch, no, but it was better than it had been earlier in the second half of the century, so that wasn't it either. Now if she'd felt like she did now following her divorce, it'd make perfect sense. Those decades. Those horrible, lonely, decades were probably some of the worst in her entire life, and that was saying something. She gave an involuntary shudder as the memories came haunting back to her. Torn apart like a piece of cloth by everyone around her, ravaged, sick as a dog, and completely alone, not even her Revolutions or the Black Plague were as bad as those years. Years that scarred her and left her unable to recuperate no matter what she tried to alleviate her suffering. So no... these sickness attacks were nothing like those black years. Nothing at all.

She tried to sit up, to get out of bed and do something useful to get better, but the moment she did so, she groaned in agony and collapsed back down on the bed, her face contorted in pain and breathing through her teeth. No, her stomach wasn't happy with her doing that yet. Her green eyes flickered open and she gazed blankly at the ceiling. She wished Austria were here. Or that she was there in Vienna; either was fine with her, just so long as she had him near. But she knew she couldn't, they were divorced and she was under communist rule, though she was better off than most (she suspected – even the thought of it made her squirm uncomfortably – that Russia liked her in some bizarre, twisted way because of this fact), so she couldn't see him as often as she liked. That didn't mean she didn't miss him though.

Finally, her stomach was calming down at last. Hopefully she'd be able to eat and keep it down. It annoyed her slightly that the first thing that came to mind for food was baumkuchen. That wasn't healthy as a breakfast food, even if it was good, and besides, it was German. She wasn't restricted in traveling as much as the other countries in the Eastern bloc were, but that didn't mean she had free reign either and East Germany's – really Prussia's – situation was a particularly tenuous one among them. That, and though she had the recipe for baumkuchen, she didn't have many of the ingredients for it, and they weren't all that cheap either.

She stood up and dressed with rapidity; she'd wasted enough time laying about in bed as it was and she had stuff to do, like attending to her dogs. She already knew that Bajnok would be guarding her door, loyal protector that he was since she was a child, and that Vitéz would be curled up by the hearth with little Vlach, acting the pseudo-mother that she was. She knew that feeling, having been a pseudo-mother herself to Italy and Holy Rome before she'd had her own child, Liechtenstein, but why did her sweet Vizsla have to get so attached to that Bucovinan Shepherd pup that damn Romanian had given her out of spite? Well, she couldn't really fault the dog for that. Romania shouldn't have given her the pup in the first place. Oh well. And if she knew her Magyar agár, then he would have already heard her wake up and would be waiting for her in the kitchen for food, the glutton. Finally finished dressing for the day, she left the room and smiled at her Kuvasz's predictable vigilance and gave him a quick scratch behind the ear to signal a job well-done, before heading off to make breakfast for herself and give the dogs theirs.

Nothing fancy for any of them, even for herself, but it was good food all the same and her dogs always made her feel good in the mornings. Vlach could make the mornings a pain when he pined for Vitéz, but she forgave him because he was still just a puppy; he would outgrow those behaviors in due time and work for her as well as any Hungarian dog. Watching the dogs eat though, it allowed her mind the freedom to wander and think about her own diet. She found it odd how much she was craving sweet things recently. She loved sweet things every so often, but she rather preferred spicy things with lots of paprika to really wake a person up in the mornings (it was more effective and less addictive than coffee); Austria was the one with the sweet tooth. It wasn't only the sweet stuff though; she'd been feeling particularly keen to have German food all week, though she'd suppressed those cravings because of their current impracticality. Initially, she'd just put it down to her missing Austria, but she was getting sick every morning too...

Hungary's brow furrowed, anxious as to the direction her thoughts were going, and she didn't even notice how she'd gripped the edge of the table so hard her knuckles were starting to turn white. She hadn't gotten sick in the mornings, but she remembered that the last time she'd had such strong cravings for food that wasn't her own or the result of a passing fancy, she'd been... pregnant with Liechtenstein... Slowly, her bright green eyes slid down to gaze at her flat stomach, as if expecting it to suddenly pop out like a balloon, and she cautiously placed both her hands on her stomach with tender, maternal affection. Could it be... that she was pregnant again?

The first time had been not only a stressful affair, but an embarrassing one. Since female nations did not have a menstrual cycle like humans did, and she wasn't really sick at all when pregnant with Liechtenstein, and she'd never been pregnant before, she'd had no idea, no real way of knowing until three months into her pregnancy when she'd finally started to show and she'd noticed in mid-June. Even then, she hadn't known for sure that she was getting pregnant, just gaining weight in a weird way; it was Austria who had told her that she carried his child and that he'd known for a month already ever since asking Elisabeth Christine about her apparently-strange behavior and extreme diet change, though he'd had no idea how to bring up the topic in normal conversation. She couldn't blame him, but it had been embarrassing that he'd had to tell her, something that the woman should be telling her man, not the other way around.

But she'd been pregnant once before now. She knew what it was like, and after having thought about it, she was pretty sure that she was pregnant again. In that instant, she was both joyful and angry. Joyful for a second child, Austria's second child – would Liechtenstein have a new brother or sister! And angry at Austria for not being there for her to tell him or knowing when she would get to see him again; he was so unpredictable these days! (as if it was really his fault). Well, at least she knew she'd get to see him long before the end of the year came; she had to content herself with that for the time being. She couldn't wait to surprise him with the good news! It'd been a long time since she'd had someone to take care of and she missed it; it's what she'd spent most of her adult life doing after all.

I have not yet done a fic regarding the full details of my headcanon on Liechtenstein, but I HAVE thought about it extensively. Also, I believe that the diet changes would be SUPER extreme for pregnant nations to better reflect the type of food that the baby-to-be nation will be most exposed to/eat because of geography.

Hungary has dogs, this is canon fact, however, I do not believe that she would name all of them after Romania because she wouldn't want to insult her prized ancient dog breeds (seriously, Hungarian dog breeds are some of the most ancient bloodlines). So I picked three of the Hungarian dog breeds that I felt that she would have had/needed most when she was kid. The canon picture that I saw of Hungary with [one of] her dog was why I decided the fourth one would be a Bucovinian Shepherd, because the drawing looked to match that one the most and it's a Romanian dog breed, so I can just imagine Hungary calling the puppy 'Vlach' so as not to have to call him anything original.

Kuvasz (male) - name is Bajnok
Viszla (female) - name is Vitéz
Magyar agár (male) - name is Istók
Bucovinian Shepherd (male) - name is Vlach

Yes, I think that in some strange way of his, Russia does like Hungary to some extent (for at least the fact that Hungary was the best-off country in the Eastern bloc).

Elisabeth Christine was the mother of Maria Theresa, so yeah.