She's baaaaaaaaaack! LOL! Didn't think I'd get to update for a while! But I stole my younger brother's computer :) This will probably be the last update for at least two weeks, though. And I apologize that it's short. And plotless. This was going to be an interaction between Germany and Italy's daughter and Austria and Hungary's son, but somehow...this is all that formulated.

-Lissa

"Is-is he alright?" The Austrian asked nervously.

She nodded, shifting the position of the toddler in her arms. "Poor baby's just got a fever."

The boy coughed quietly, letting out a soft moan of discomfort. "Mama." He said weakly.

"My darling little boy." Elizaveta sighed while wrapping a blanket tighter around him.

"So, he is alright."

She nodded once again, almost laughing this time. "You've asked that five or six times."

"I know. I'm just...worried."

"Understandable." She resumed cooing over her son.

Austria hovered awkwardly, feeling quite useless. This whole deal of parenting seemed to come so naturally to her; he was almost jealous. No matter how very hard he tried to be less uneasy and self-doubting when it came to his son, he couldn't change his cool -almost cold- and stoic personality.

Oh! How he wished to. He'd adored the child he'd never known he'd wanted from the moment the boy had peered up at him with innocent eyes. It had been instant love when his slender musician's fingers were gripped by the chubby ones of his dear Frederic. But...he'd always been distant. Still confused and frightened with the idea of being a father.

He felt quite foolish. He already was a father. It was something he knew he wouldn't trade for the world. It was almost as the though the paternal instinct had never fully kicked in.

Almost as though he wasn't...meant for this.

He shook off his thoughts and returned to the present.

"He's asleep." Hungary whispered lovingly, stroking his dark hair.

The other nation murmured in agreement.

"Here." She gathered all the stray blankets off her lap and moved the boy toward him.

He blinked questioningly, but took the child into his arms. "My, he's getting so big."

She grinned. "I know. Remember when he could almost fit across your hands?"

"Of course. He was quite small, wasn't he?"

"Yes." She moved closer, now speaking softly to their son. "But you were so beautiful. You still are." Elizaveta beamed when the boy cuddled sleepily into his father's shoulder. The affection bursting from her was tangible.

He too felt a stirring sense of pride and happiness. Perhaps he was meant for this. Perhaps...she would always be the melody when it came to their parenting.

But he had the honor of being the harmony.

He felt utterly completed.

"Let's put him in bed." She stood and began to lead him into their child's room. "I have something I want to tell you."

"Oh?"

"Just hold on a minute."

After Frederic was safe in bed and received a kiss from both mother and father, Hungary began to close the door. "You may want to sit down, Roderich."

"...Why? What's wrong?"

"Sit." She commanded. After he did so she took in a long breath and began to smile dreamily. "You may not believe it, because it's so wonderful!"

"..." He was rather puzzled, almost worried with the way she seemed to be getting more and more excited.

"Roderich! I'm pregnant again!"

"Wha..."

Well...She certainly hoped he wouldn't stay unconscious for too long.

WOW~ That turned out worse than I was hoping D: BUT! Reviews are much appreciated :)

I've decided to start putting disclaimers on my stories, simply because I've heard of people getting in trouble for not doing so (even though it's called FANfiction)

So. I don't own Hetalia. But I'm a duchess of Sealand :)

(Does it seem like most of these are ending with the child sleeping/sick/injured?)