Prussia lay awake, listening to Hungary's slow, even breathing.
She looked so peaceful when she wasn't trying to beat him over the head with a frying pan…
She was so beautiful…
Prussia's heart had been broken when she'd married that foppish Austrian.
But now she was his…and Prussia didn't know how he felt about that.
Don't misunderstand; Prussia loves Hungary. With all his heart and soul.
But a child? Prussia knew less than nothing about taking care of children.
And there was another problem, one that humans were lucky enough not to face: what would their child personify? There were no separationist movements that Prussia was aware of, and since he was so awesome, he would know.
So, a child of two countries with no country to his name. What would become of him? (Prussia was fairly certain it would be an awesome boy. Though a girl would also be awesome, of course. It would be his child, after all.) Would he become human? Would he die? Or, perhaps worst of all, would he exist in a limbo sate, as Prussia had: not quite a country, but still unable to die?
Prussia resisted the urge to shudder. He didn't want to wake Hungary.
Hungary turned over in her sleep, coming to rest her head on Prussia's chest. He wrapped his arms more firmly around her, a subconscious gesture meant to protect her against anything.
She meant the world to him. It was thoughts of her that kept him from the void beyond life. He would do anything for her.
For her, he would do his best. He would do better than his best.
Very shortly, he was also asleep.
