Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader part 2

Part 2

    "Louisiana! Louisiana!" France called her name as he ran through his huge house.

   She had been doing this for months now! Hiding out somewhere on the grounds and not coming out until someone found her! And there were so many places to hide…Once it was an entire week she was missing until one of the maids came across her sleeping in a wardrobe.

    "Louisiana!" France yelled, anger appearing in his voice. He hated when she did this. What was worse is that he knew she heard him calling. She probably enjoyed watching his nerves boil down in the search.

     France ran outside into the garden.

     "Petit diable! I'm going to find you, and when I do, you're going to be in some big trouble!" France cried out.

     What was that sound? Giggling? He swung his head up to look above him in the trees.

       "You little sneak!" France shouted at the small girl. "Get down here!"

       Louisiana remained perched on her tree branch. She smiled at the Frenchman's angry red face. He looked like one of the tomatoes Uncle Spain had brought over.

       "Louisiana, I'm going to count to three!" He growled between gritted teeth.

      Uh oh. He only counted to three when he was really upset with her.

    "Un!" France held up one finger.

       Louisiana slid her small body down the branch grasping the trunk of the tree. She paused, looking down at him. Was he really serious?

      "Deux!" He held up another finger.

       Yep, he was serious. She quickly scrambled down the remainder of the tree, making a small jump to the ground. She looked up at France sheepishly, a smile gracing her lips.

       He was not amused.

       "Papa warned you, chéri. What did I say would happen next time you did this?" France said gravely.

       Louisiana watched as France reached up and snapped a small limb off of the tree.

      "It took you to the count of deux. That is two switches."

        Louisiana shook her head franticly, tears bubbling up in her large (color) eyes. She began to whimper, her cheeks and nose becoming red. France gazed at her, his heart clenching in pity. And when she let out a little sob, he felt as though he had been stabbed right through the soul. He sighed, throwing the limb down.

     "Go up to your room." He whispered, turning away from the sniffling territory.

       Louisiana looked up, relief clear on her face. She wiped her eyes and began walking toward the house. France sighed again, leaning back against the tree.

                                   *Le time skip*

     "I just couldn't do it Spain!" France cried as he poured more whine into his glass. "You should have seen her standing there! The most pitiful little thing my eyes ever laid upon."

      Spain took a sip out of his glass. "I think you are growing soft, amigo."

       France sighed. "Maybe… I just don't know what to do with her! She hides constantly, never speaks to anyone. She's like a little shadow."

    "How about we trade? You can have Romano. I think he hates me anyway." Spain said, a hint of exhaustion in his voice. "Besides…it's probably best she's so quiet. If England knew about her--"

       France raised his hand to stop the Spaniard's speech. "No. We shall not speak of that stupid limey in my house."

     Spain shrugged. "All I'm saying is, is that he's getting greedy for some new territory."
 
     France chuckled. "Comes from being such a small island. Ohonohonohon…"


   
       Louisiana heard France's laugh from upstairs in her room. She didn't know he'd get so upset. Didn't he know how hide and seek worked?

     Maybe if she tried once more he would understand she was just playing. She glanced over at her window, the one with the tree by it. It was perfect for an escape. She hopped up off the bed skipping over to it, pulling up on the sill. The breeze caused her (color) locks to tickle her face. She reached out to grip the tree branch, swinging her weight onto it. Carefully she shimmied down the limb and onto the trunk. If anyone would have been watching her they would have mistook her for a monkey due to her natural climbing ability.

   Finally her tiny bare feet touched the ground. She smiled triumphantly and took off for the vineyard. She ran along the rows of ripe grapes, every once and awhile reaching up to pluck a few from the vine. Purple stained her white dress from where she wiped her hands. Finally she thought she had come far enough, and sat down on a patch of grass, beginning the wait for her seeker.  The setting sun bathed her face and soon her eyelids felt heavy. She curled up in the grass, dozing off as a butterfly tickled her cheek.




       "Jusqu'à la prochaine fois, Spain!"

      "Until next time, amigo!"

        France shut the door after a final wave goodbye. He sighed contently. Spain's visits always made him feel better.

      "Now, to go give Louisiana a little scolding~" France murmured to himself as he began his way up the stairs.



       Louisiana awoke to complete darkness. She shot up, and rubbed her eyes. She had fallen asleep. She looked up into the sky, desperately attempting to find the moon. It was usually out to light her path. But not tonight.  Had she gone blind?! She began to breath heavy, afraid to move. France had warned her about going outside at night. Now the parlangua would gobble her up! She began to cry. She didn't want to be eaten!



       "Louisiana?" France whispered as he knocked on her door. "Louisiana, plus cher? Are you angry with Papa?"

       No answer. A smile greeted his features as he imagined an angry Louisiana, her brow furrowed, her little pink lips pouting. He chuckled as he opened the door.

       "Louisiana--? AH!"

        Gone. He ran over to her bed, kneeling down to look underneath. Not there. He got up running to her closet. Not there either.

        A breeze whipped his hair around his face. He looked over to the open window.

       "Oh non!" He ran down the stairs, through the living room, making sure to grab a lantern, and out the front door. He struck a match and lit the oil.

     "LOUISIANA!!!" He shouted.

     He listened. Silence. Deafening silence. He ran his fingers through his blond hair, scared out of his wits.

     Suddenly, off in the distance;

      "Papa!" A small voice cried.

    He looked up, his heart in his throat. "Louisiana?!"

     A pause.

      "PAPA!!!" Another frightened scream.

      "The vineyard." France realized. "Louisiana!!"

        He began to run toward the crying, his lungs aching from the effort. His boots made a steady thudding against the earth as he ran along the vineyard rows.

    "Louisiana?!" He called once more. Finally he saw a flash of white. Louisiana sat under a row of grapes, her knees to her chest, her little figure trembling. He ran over to her, sitting the lantern down.

    "Are you alright mon—Gahk!"

       He was cut off as Louisiana threw her tiny arms around his neck, squeezing it tightly.

      "Papa, I'm so sorry I ran away!" Louisiana sobbed into his chest. "I just wanted you to play hide and seek with me and—and I fell asleep! I won't ever do it again!! I'm sorry!!!"

        France couldn't find anything to say. She…had spoke! For the first time ever…….

          ………………………..

      AND SHE HAD CALLED HIM PAPA!!!!!

       France couldn't help the giddiness bubbling up in his stomach as he let out his signature laugh. He wrapped his large arms around her small frame, lifting her up to rest on his hip. He bent back down and picked up the lantern.

         "It is okay, mon petit ange. But next time you will listen to Papa France, oui?"

       Louisiana gave a small nod, her (color) eyes still fresh with tears. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head and she nuzzled his neck, his whiskers tickling her face.
And with that, the duo began the long walk back to the house