France took a sip out of his wine glass, savoring the bitter-sweet taste. He sat in his garden, enjoying the quiet, serene environment. He closed his eyes, letting the sun bathe his handsome face.
France opened his eyes at the sound of his friend Spain's voice. He looked over to the door way leading into the garden. He smiled.
"Bonjour, mon ami! How is this fine day treating you, eh?"
He set his wine glass down on the table as he got up from his seat. He greeted Spain with a polite peck on the cheek.
"Muy bueno! I come bearing a gift!"
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "And where did you get this gift, Spain?"
Spain gave a devilish smirk. "From the New World."
He gestured behind him and side-stepped so France could see. The Frenchman's breath hitched.
Before him stood a small girl in a white dress and with big (color) eyes. Her (length/color) hair flowed gracefully in the wind. France felt his heart skip with joy at the sight of her. She was so cute!
"Spain… how did you come across such a gift?" He couldn't stop staring at her, and she took notice. She sought refuge behind the Spaniard's leg, a pink shade gracing her cheeks.
Spain chuckled. "I am glad you like her, amigo. It took quite a while to find her. She's a runner."
He ruffled her (color) hair.
"Is she really mine?" France asked, his blue eyes still locked onto her. The girl looked up at Spain, seemingly awaiting his answer.
"Of course, France. I would not lie to you. I have my hands full with Romano right now, so I figured I'd give her to you."
France gave a small squee of delight. She was all his! Such an adorable and rich piece of territory! Oh, he would treasure her forever!
He kneeled down, offering a hand out to her.
"Come, come, petit! Come to papa France~"
France of course didn't realize the creepy face he was making as he said this, so he was curious as to why the territory shrank further behind Spain's leg. Spain let out an amused laugh.
"Heheheh… I think you scare her, mi amigo."
France huffed. "Nonsense! How could anyone be afraid of such a beautiful face~" He gestured to his visage. Spain rolled his eyes.
France turned his attention back to the shy new territory, pulling a rose out of his coat, offering it to her.
"Please, petit. Won't you come live with me?" His voice was softer, more soothing. The girl stared at the gift, her (color) eyes calculating. She still didn't move, unsure whether or not she could trust the Frenchman.
Suddenly a low growling interrupted the trio. France and Spain looked around.
"C'était quoi ça?" France said to himself. His eyes traveled to the girl who was now touching her little tummy. She was staring at something. France's eyes traveled to a plate of warm crescent rolls that rested on the same table as his wine glass.
"Ah…." He chuckled.
He stood up, walked over to the table and grabbed the plate. He held it in her direction, letting the wind carry the scent.
"Are you hungry? How about some délicieux French food?" He asked slyly.
The girl licked her lips, her (color) eyes never leaving the plate. France held it out further. The sweet smell tickled the territory's nose. Finally, she took a cautious step toward the Frenchman. Slowly, carefully, she made her way to the promise of food. France let out an excited gasp as she finally reached him, her small hand grasping one of the pastries. She held it to her mouth, still eyeing him suspiciously. France smiled as she looked down at the roll with hungry curiosity. She took a bite and instantly all hints of distrust faded from her eyes as she greedily finished the rest of bread.
"Aha! See Spain? No one can resist the charm of the French!" France let out his signature laugh as the territory began attacking the rest of the plate.
Spain rubbed the back of his neck and gave a hearty laugh. "Or maybe just the charm of French food! ...... So, France?"
France looked up at him.
"Just out of curiosity…what do you plan on naming her?" Spain questioned.
France thought for a moment. "Hm…I don't know… she's so cute! I could not possibly pick a name for her!"
Spain thought for a moment. "Your King's name is Louis, no?"
"How about Louisiana?" Spain said with a smile.
"No, that will not do! I must come up with her name myself! Now let's see…" France pondered "If my king's name is Louis…….. I have it!"
Spain rolled his eyes, already knowing where this was headed.
"I will name her Louisiana!" France cried triumphantly.
"Genio… Why didn't I think of that?" Spain sighed.
France ignored him and turned his attention back to Louisiana. "Do you like that name, mon petit ange~? Do you like the name Papa France has given to you~?"
Louisiana of course was too busy eating crescent rolls to care.