Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader part 6

"When will Papa be home?" Canada asked.

Louisiana shrugged, tossing a rock across the road. "It should be soon."

Currently the two sat on top of the stone wall by the entrance gate. France said they couldn't go over the wall. He never said anything about sitting on it. Besides they were waiting on him to get home, so it should be fine.

A horse whinnied in the distance. Louisiana and Canada looked up smiling as a white steed and its rider trotted down the road. But what was this? The rider was not their Papa.

Upon closer inspection, the man had short blond hair that was covered by a decorative black hat. His military uniform was blood red and reflected the evening sun, giving him a radiance of power. He sported bright green eyes that were framed by rather thick eyebrows.

He looked over, spotting them on the wall. Louisiana and Canada waved. The man gave them a warm smile and, when his horse reached them, pulled on the reins. The beast stopped, stomping its foot in protest.

"Hello there." He said rather cheerfully.

"Hi." They greeted back.

"Do you two live here?" He asked, gesturing toward the house.

Louisiana eyed him suspiciously. "Yes sir. With our Papa. He should be back any minute now…"

The man laughed recognizing her last statement as a warning. "That's fine. I'll just wait here for him. I take it you're Canada and Louisiana?"

The two blinked, looking at each other.

"How did you know our names?" Canada asked.

"America told me about you two yesterday. I decided while I took my afternoon ride I'd try to find you. I thought maybe you were just some of his imaginary friends."

He said the last bit with a chuckle. Canada and Louisiana looked at each other again.

"Are you…England?" Canada asked cautiously.

The man smiled. "Yes, I am."

Louisiana pointed a finger at him. "Our Papa says you're a bad man."

England looked a bit surprised. "Well, I'm sure he has mistaken me for someone else. Do I look like a bad man to you, poppet?"

Louisiana studied him. "Well… not really…"

A sound interrupted them. The steady clopping of hooves. They looked up to see France and his white horse trotting down the road. He smiled seeing his angels sitting on the wall waiting for him. The smile immediately faded when he saw the red coat beside them. Rage boiled in his stomach. He gave the horse's sides a swift kick causing it to quicken its pace.

"Louisiana! Canada!" He yelled, the wind whipping his blond hair around his face. "Get back up to the house!"

The two territories heeded their Papa's warning and hopped off of the wall, making a dash for the house. France rode until he reached England, giving the horse's reins a fierce pull. The beast skidded to a stop, nearly ramming into England's steed.

"What are you doing here, you damn limey?" France growled.

England smirked at him, a challenging glint in his eye. "Just sight-seeing, frog face. The beautiful country side should be appreciated by a gentleman like myself."

"Tch! Gentleman." France spit. "I know what you were really doing here, chapeau cul. You stay away from my territories."

England pulled on his horse's reins, causing it to circle around France. "Come now, France. You are in no position to be raising children. They need stability. I can promise them that."

"I am stable! I make enough to feed them and myself! With plenty left over!"

England gave a dark chuckle. "It might not be that way for long…"

France gritted his teeth. "Is that a threat, anglais?"

England gave an innocent shrug. "Call it an 'Empire's Intuition'."

He nudged his horse's ribs, clicking his tongue and began trotting away, but managed to throw over his shoulder;

"Keep those two taken care of. I don't want my future territories to be malnourished."

France glared after him, hoping that he felt the cold hatred he was sending his way.