France's prediction was right. For the next few months, he went to periods of random sickness and mood swings. A lot of them. Germania had moved in to take care of both of them. When Holland asked why Maman was mad during one of France's mood swings, Germania told him that Maman was just really busy with work. Holland nodded knowingly.
Morning sickness and frequent mood swings were the least of Germania's problems. "Pregnant" France was quite… horny. No, that's an understatement… "pregnant" France made normal France seem like a nun. For Germania, 5 hours of sleep became a luxury.
Sometime in May, symptoms had abruptly ended. France had a much better mood. You could practically see the little music notes flying randomly around his head. Holland was happy that Maman's "work" was finished and he was happy. Germania was happy because he got his sleep. Sweet, sweet sleep.
The next step, you ask? "Finding" the child. It could take any amount of time. Days (unlikely), years (probably), decades (possibly), even centuries.
It was Holland that found her. The little five-year-old was playing in the backyard near the forest when he saw something interesting and went to get France.
"Maman! Maman! Maman~!"
France put down the knife he was cutting vegetables with.
"Oui, mon chèri?"
"I found something! Je trouve quelquechose!"
"Oh?", France managed to say before little Holland dragged him to the forest. Holland pointed at the trees.
"There's something over there!"
France's eyes followed Holland's finger. Indeed, there was a small trail of white. Curious, France investigated, leaving Holland at his play spot.
The white turned out to be part of a frilly, lacy dress. The wearer of the dress was a little girl, about two or three years old. She had rather dull blonde hair like France, but her face and eyes greatly resembled Germania. When the little girl saw him, she shakily stood up.
"'Allo! I'm Belgium! You must be my Maman!"
"Salut, Belgium!"
France picked up the little girl and walked back to his yard.
"Maman, who's that?" asked Holland, curious about Belgium.
"She's Belgium. She's your little sister. Daddy and I have waited a long time for her!"
"Ooh. Bonjour, Belgium!"
"Bonjour!"
France chuckled and walked back to the house, Holland running after him.
"Oi! Germania! Look who Holland found!"
"Oh?", Germania walked out of the study, expecting yet another little pet. Holland regularly brought in a stray dog, or cat, or something. Instead he was met a little girl, whom France held at arms' length into his (unprepared) face.
"ARGH!" Germania jumped back. France giggled, bringing the little girl closer.
"Meet Belgium! She's finally arrived!"
"France, you scared the living daylights out of me! Anyways", Germania turned his attention Belgium," 'Allo, Belgium."
Belgium held her arms out to Germania, picked her up out of France's arms.
"Mwah! Mwah! Daddy!", Belgium cooed.
She's going to be Daddy's little girl… thought France and Holland.