Papa!France x Louisiana!Reader part 3

       Louisiana stood on her tippy-toes, attempting to reach up into the spice cabinet. Her papa had been gone for over a week and he was coming home today! She was at the moment cooking him a surprise dinner. Gumbo, a dish she had come up with herself while he was away.

       She furrowed her brow and let out a frustrated huff, unable to reach the tall cabinet. She climbed up onto the counter opening the door and grabbed the required spices.

       "When I'm older, this sort of thing won't be a problem." She mumbled to herself.

      She sat the spices down beside her and hopped down from the cabinet and grabbed the pepper.

       Everything was almost ready, it just needed some seasoning. She reached up, shaking the pepper vigorously.

         'Papa will be so proud of me!' She thought gleefully, as she grabbed a wooden spoon to stir the gumbo. After stirring it with a little difficultly, she pulled the spoon out of the warm broth and sampled some of her work.

       "Perfect." She grinned.

      She went over to the dish cabinet, climbing up onto the counter again and grabbed two china bowls.

      "One for me. And one for Papa." She set them down by the pot and snatched up a ladle, pouring equal shares into each bowl.

       Carefully, she carried both of the steaming plates into the dining room, setting them onto the table. She ran back into the kitchen to grab some silver ware when she heard it.

       The clippity-clop of hooves.

       "Papa!" She cried. She ran out of the kitchen and out the front door, nearly knocking over one of the servants as she did so.

       France pulled on the reins of his white horse, bringing it to a stop. He smiled when he saw Louisiana as she stormed out of the house on her way toward him.

       Louisiana watched him as he climbed down from the horse, carrying something in his arms. What was it? Was it a gift? Maybe for her?!

       Finally she reached him and clutched onto his leg with the grip of a python.

      "Whoa, mon ange!" France exclaimed as he nearly lost his balance.

       Louisiana looked up at him, her (color) eyes shining with happiness.

      "Papa! I cooked you dinner!"

       France gave a surprised gasp. "Oh you did?! All by yourself?! I am so proud! I hope you cooked enough for an extra belly, cher."

        He bent down and the "something" in his arms began to move. Louisiana looked on in disbelief as a small boy crawled out of her Papa's arms. He stood just an inch or two shorter than her, with blue eyes and one small curl protruded from his otherwise neat chestnut hair.

       Louisiana stood looking at him, her eyes calculating the situation. She glanced up at her Papa, as if to ask "What's going on here?"

      France smiled at her confusion. "This is Canada. He is going to be your little brother now. Say hello, Canada."

     Canada blushed, his eyes averting Louisiana's glare. "H—hi."

      France looked up at Louisiana, her little face hardened in a stubborn mask.

      "Louisiana, Canada said hello. Don't be rude, mon petit."

      Louisiana looked up at her Papa, her eyes a bit hurt. Her gaze turned back to her new brother.

       "Bonjour… Canada…" She said with a bit of difficulty.

       How could Papa do this to her? Was she not good enough that he had to get a son? Was she being replaced?

      "Ah~ See? You two are getting along already!" France grinned "Now, let's all go inside and eat what ma petite fille has cooked for me—er—us!"


                *Le Time Skip of Prussian Awesomeness*

       France guzzled down the remainder of his wine, attempting to drown the heat of the gumbo in his mouth.

      'Bon dieu she uses a lot of spice!' France looked at the bowl in front of him, its scent intoxicating, tempting him to take another spoonful.

       "Do you like your food, Papa?"

         France glanced over to see Louisiana staring at him, eagerly awaiting his answer. He smiled and coughed, attempting to clear his throat of the assaulting spice.

      "It's delicious, mon ange! What do you think Canada?"

       Canada looked up shyly, his face red, though France could not tell if it was from the spice or his bashfulness.

       "It's really good." He whispered with a smile.

       France turned back to Louisiana. "At least I know you're taking after me with your cooking. Ohonhonhonhohon--"

   "Papa why did you get Canada?"

    France stopped laughing, a bit surprised with the bluntness of the question. He looked over at Louisiana. She was eyeing the young territory across from her. Canada averted his gaze and looked over to France.

    "I, uh, well—Canada! Why don't I have one of the servant show you to your new room, eh?"

     Canada nodded. "Okay."

      France motioned for one of the maids to take Canada upstairs. She took his little hand, but before he was lead away he turned around.

        "Good night, Papa…. Good night, Louisiana." He whispered with a blush.

      Louisiana looked over and smiled. "Good night, Canada~"

     Canada's blush became a little bit darker as the maid led him up the stairs. After they were gone, France turned his attention back to his little girl.

     "Louisiana, come sit with Papa." He patted his knee.

         Louisiana hopped down from the dining chair, making her way over to her Papa. She climbed up into his lap, staring up at him.

       "You do not like Canada?" France asked.

      Louisiana shrugged. "He's okay. But why did you get him?....Did you want a son so you could do boy things? Because I can hunt Papa! And fish, too! I could do those things with you!"

       France chuckled. "I know you can, mon ange. I just want a big family for us."

      "Our family is big, Papa." Louisiana mumbled.

     "Just you and me?"

     "Isn't that enough?"

        France felt a small sting of pain stab through his heart. Poor little thing felt as though she wasn't good enough.

     "Of course that is enough, mon petit." France whispered, kissing her on the forehead. "But Papa will be away sometimes. Wouldn't you like having someone to play with?"

      Louisiana's (color) eyes sparked with interest at the prospect of a playmate. "I guess so…"

       France grinned. "How about this? Tomorrow you can show Canada around the grounds! Show him all of your favorite places."

       "Not my hiding places Papa! I'll need those when we play hide and seek!" Louisiana giggled.

        "A little sneak like you? No! You could find a new spot to hide in an empty room!" France laughed as he picked her up, standing from the chair. "Now. It is time to go to dream land."

      "Nooooooooooooo. I'm not even tired." Louisiana whined.

    " Ohonhonhonhon~ You should be after working so very hard on dinner."  France chuckled as he began walking up the stairs.