Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader part 8

Louisiana held her Papa's hand as they made their way through the night. France could feel his heart ache as they walked through the dark forest. He had already lost one baby, he could not stand to lose another. But in a way he was still losing her.

But at least she'd be safe from England.

They arrived at the rendezvous point, a small moon-lit meadow. A figure was on a horse on the other side, awaiting them. France swallowed the lump in his throat as he led his ange to her future.

"Hola amigo." Spain's voice greeted softly. His green eyes shone brightly in the moon light.

France's face conformed to a broken smile. "Bonjour, mon ami. Thank you for doing this."

Spain nodded. "We need to get moving. My men have already spotted England not far from here."

France sighed and bent down to Louisiana, taking one of her small hands into his.

"What's going on Papa?" She asked in a whisper.

France took in a shaky breath, attempting to stay strong in front of his territory. "You…you're going to live with Uncle Spain for a while."

Louisiana blinked in confusion. "Why Papa?"

"To keep you safe." His voice cracked slightly. Why did this have to hurt so badly?

"But can't I be safe and still be with you?" Louisiana asked, not liking the thought of being away from her Papa.

France looked up at Spain, pain clear in his blue eyes. Spain looked down at the broken family as pity attacked his heart. France turned back to Louisiana.

"I wish you could, mon petit." He said with a sad laugh. "But Uncle Spain will take care of you. Promise Papa that you will behave for him."

Louisiana looked up at the awaiting Spaniard and smiled. "I will try."

France smiled, too, tears making their way down his cheeks. He pulled her into a tight embrace, burying his face into her (color) hair.

"It's okay, Papa. We'll see each other again soon, right?"

Oh Mon Dieu, this sucked.

"I hope so, mon petit." He whispered hugging her closer.

Spain looked up to see a group of torch lights in the distance.

"Amigo. It's time to leave."

France picked her up, kissing her on the cheek before handing her to Spain. She looked down from the Spaniard's lap, her (color) eyes sad.

"Au revoir, Papa."

"Au revoir, mon ange."

Spain clicked his tongue and nudged his horse in the ribs, causing it to trot. France watched the beast run off into the night, carrying away his last ray of happiness.