The early morning sun peeked dimly through the small window of Hungary's bedroom. It fell on her sleeping eyes, causing them to flutter open softly. She let out a sigh as she lay there motionless for a while, taking in the peacefulness of the moment. It was refreshing. As she turned over to get out of bed, there face to face with her, was her worst nightmare...Romania.

The young woman shrieked loudly in disgust.

"What the heck are you screaming about?" Romania asked still half-asleep. He pulled the blanket over his eyes, attempting to go back to sleep, but Hungary let out a smaller, yet just as ear-piercing screech when she realized she was completely naked. She hopped out of her bed covering herself with her half of the blanket. Romania's eyes gleamed red in annoyance as he rolled over to glare at her. "I'm guessing you remember nothing, correct?"

"W-what are you doing in my bed? Why are you naked? Why am I naked?" She questioned her light green eyes now fiery, narrowing in frustration. But then the hangover started to kick in and she started to sway from side to side. Romania wrapped his arms around her and sat her back down on the bed.

"Easy now, you were drunk as hell last night, you need to relax." He said gently. "You can get mad at me later, but for now…let's go back to sleep." Hungary opened her mouth to yell at him, but he was right, her head was killing her. So she crawled back under the blankets and tried to fall asleep. But knowing he was next to her eliminated any peacefulness in her room that there once was.

A few days after that 'little' incident, Hungary was back to her normal routine. She hung around with Prussia and his little brother, Holy Roman Empire, and she acted like a total dork whenever Austria came around. He was just so handsome it made her nervous; she would love to marry him. But now she's been soiled by that damned Romania. She decided not to tell Prussia about it, even if he is pretty much her best friend. She knew that he would get upset with her. He's an idiot with an ego the size of the sun and if he's unhappy, nothing seems quite right.

One day, while Prussia went into his kitchen to go get some snacks for them to eat while they hung out, a strange feeling started to arise in the pit of Hungary's stomach. Maybe if I relax and eat, I'll feel better.

"Here; butter on bread with blackberries that West picked! And for dinner, I'll make my awesome, infamous bratwurst!" Prussia announced with pride, settling the food on the wooden coffee table. Holy Rome took a handful of berries and stuffed them in his mouth. "Weeeeesssstttt, have some manners!" Prussia whined, whipping the juice of his baby brother's face with his bare hand.

"Like you're one to talk, you bathe in the beer bucket." Hungary laughed and took a piece of bread, eating it slowly to calm down her stomach. The feeling got only got worse and she could feel the chunk of bread coming back up.

She jolted up from her seat and ran outside, covering her mouth. Right beside a huge oak tree, she gagged out her bread and more, probably yesterday's dinner. "Hungary? What's wrong?" Prussia called after her, following her outside. "Ugh, was the bread rotten or something?" He asked putting a hand on her back as she vomited some more.

"No, I don't think that was it. I'm just not feeling well." She managed to say, gripping her stomach. Hungary stood up straight and gave her friend a reassuring smile. If only he knew just how actually scared she was. "I think I should just…lie down or something."

"…Alright." Prussia said with a sigh as he lead her back inside. Although Hungary hated to admit it, Prussia could be a really nice person when he wanted to. It's mainly when Austria comes around that he seems to become super irritating and it angers Hungary. But all in all, he's a very reliable friend and she's thankful for that. Now if only she could say the same thing about Romania. They've hated each others guts since they met each other. So why did she have to sleep with him, of all people?

The next day, the feeling still wouldn't go away. Hungary had been lying down all morning and only drank small amounts of milk. But it still felt as though her stomach was going to do a 360 °. It was especially bad in the morning even though that was when she was lying down most. 'Perhaps I should visit the doctor? This is really starting to bother me.' She thought.

Feeling well enough to walk around, she made her way to the local doctor's house. Knocking on the door, she was beginning to regret coming. She felt very weak from the walk and she doesn't exactly want to have to pay him for this. But she considered that if there was a possibility that it was the flu, it'd be better if it didn't go unchecked.

The middle aged man, Dr. Galik in his long white trench coat swung open the door. "Hello, Miss Hungary." He said with a half-smile.

"Hi, Doc. I need a check up; I've been feeling pretty awful." Hungary explained casually.

"Well, come right in." Dr. Galik's family has tended to Hungary for years, so she's become quite a welcome guest in their home. Mrs. Galik was cooking dinner in the fireplace while their children played dolls together. Dr. Galik sat down in a small stool by what he considered to be his desk, which was just a small table with documents stacked all over it. Hungary took a seat in the patient's chair that the doctor set up which was basically a small bench. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, I've been feeling very nauseous the past two days and kept throwing up this morning. It was awful, is there any medicine for it?" Hungary asked, clutching her gut for emphasis. Dr. Galik examined the nation carefully with narrowed eyes, as if he were thinking really hard about something.

"It sounds more than just being nauseous to me. Have you had any sexual intercourse lately?" Hungary's pupils dilated as she recalled the accident that happened last week with Romania. She slowly, nodded her head in shame, avoiding eye contact with her doctor.

"Well, if that's the case then it's most likely you're pregnant."