Author's note: The Család AU I'm going to be posting as one large story with multiple chapters, so each chapter will be a separate smaller story within the larger one. Feel free to follow even though it's marked as complete, since I may always randomly add on.

Look, we all know I'm a sucker for Hungary, for Austria, and for AusHun. The idea for this came to me when I was visiting Tiergarten Schönbrunn with my mother in December (they have my favorite panda there! :D ) and I saw parents walking with their kindela. Plus I've been on a kid-kick because I adore writing the countries as parents and their little kindela being adorable.

The Hungarian names are pronounced Hajna (hawy-naw) and Sára (sha-raw). (The majority of my Hungarian knowledge is just letter pronouncing and teasing my Hungarian friend while he taught me the letters.)

Tiergarten Schönbrunn

"Last time we came here we were still on our first marriage," Erzsi sighs as the little one happily takes in a red panda scurrying about on tree branches. An arm is wrapped carefully around her lower back, a hand with its wedding ring resting atop her growing stomach. "Those days seem like they were a lifetime ago, don't they Liebling?"

"Well," Roderich sighs, "they were." When she looks to him he smiles slightly, pulling her closer. And when he holds out the hand with its gold band the little one comes back to take it, allowing himself to be guided to the stroller with a sleeping toddler.

"Are you hungry yet Ferdi?" Erzsi asks.

"No!" her little boy almost cries. "More!"

"More it is," Roderich says with that strength she loves in him. He holds out his arm; once the Hungarian has taken it, they set off with Roderich pushing the stroller, Ferdinand holding his mother's hand.

The zoo is technically closed today, allowing them to visit in peace; there are security guards hiding everywhere, Erzsi knows, to watch them and keep them safe. Roderich claims its standard protocol in Austria for visiting dignitaries like he's had his wife listed as, but Erzsi has known him long enough to sense when he's lying. The guards are for her and Ferdi hanging off her and Hajna asleep in the stroller and for the baby they've yet to meet.

Ferdi runs ahead to look at the big cats, his parents hanging back this time with Hajna. After checking that the little girl is still tucked under her blanket Roderich stands, fixing his long, black coat and pulling his hat down to cover the tops of his ears. Erzsi sighs; to see him in modern clothing is a wonderful site.

"What?" The Austrian blushes.

"You look handsome today is all," his wife says lightly. "Can I not admire you for that?"

"Are you warm?" It's late January but the sun is bright, the wind calm, and the children anxious. Besides, Erzsi had spent plenty of time in the cold, the memory of those years in Russia making her shiver as Roderich wraps his arms around her. "After Ferdi is all done here we can go to the café, get strudel and hot cocoa." It's the way he says it, the tone in the Austrian's voice, that speaks louder than his words, that say he knows why she shivered. Roderich's words are like a piece he plays with his voice to communicate something deeper, his arms around her the orchestra filling in the message: I'll make sure you never go back there, I'll make sure you never leave my arms again.

Burying her face in her husband's chest Erzsi switches subjects, wanting to keep the day happy. "Tonight we need to go back to names." She means for the baby: Ferdinand had been given a proper Austrian name, Hajna something Hungarian. Soon there would be three.

"I still say since it's a girl you should pick."

"And I still say that's a stupid reason since she'll end up being another one of Vati's princesses."

"What's wrong with that exactly?" the aristocrat teases. "I once spoiled you, my sweet Hungarian queen."

"You still spoil me," Erzsi laughs, her gaze falling on Ferdi pressed against the glass as a leopard walks by.

"I've near made up my mind," the man informs her. "My top three, if you'd like."

"I'd like very much. What are they?" Roderich kisses her forehead.

"There's still Petra–"

"I don't like Petra," Erzsi cuts in. "It reminds me too much of Russian." Her husband nods.

"Laura."

"I'm not sure about that one," the Hungarian nation sighs. "It's Latin but we're not. We're Germanic and–"

"Uralic," Roderich says in his high-and-mighty voice. His wife makes a face that only prompts him to smile. "Sara?" he finally pronounces.

"Sara?"

"Sára," the Austrian offers in Hungarian as Ferdi comes back to investigate his sleeping sister.

"Sára sounds nice."

"Sára!" the boy shouts, wrapping his arms around one of his father's legs.

Roderich winks at Erzsi.

On the way out, Roderich carrying Hajna while Ferdi sleeps in the stroller, Erzsi laughs. "What?" her husband asks happily.

"I don't even know," the Hungarian sighs, a hand on his to pause him. When he stops she kisses him, the cool metal of his glasses bumping against her cold nose. "Szeretlek."

"Szeretlek." And they leave the zoo.