Hoofbeats (RusAme)

Chapter 7 - Start of this club

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BRUH?!?! 

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P.S. it has skipped a couple of days)

=Third POV=

America woke up with a tired yawn. His stupid ass brain didn't let him fall asleep until midnight, so he's pretty tired (mood fr).

Though, he suddenly remembered that the new kid and his siblings were going to be in the equestrian club with him today. The thought made him shoot up from his bed and get ready immediately. 

He silently sprinted down the stairs as to not wake up his younger brothers and quickly made himself some breakfast.

"Why are you in such a hurry Amerique?" France questioned as he saw his son running around the kitchen like a lunatic, "You usually sleep in after your alarm on school days and your brothers have to wake you up," he glanced over at the clock that was hanging from the wall beside him. 

"Just something with the new kid is al-LLL!" America's voice wavered as he tried to balance the stack of toast on his plate, and keep it from falling. 

"Hm...," France walked over and put the back of his hand on his eldest son's forehead, "you sure you're not coming down with something?" America shook his head, "And why do you have so much toast?"

"I'm hungry!" He stuck a piece of toast in his mouth as he put the plate down on the counter, which led to France sneaking a slice to his own mouth when America's back was turned.

The twins were slowly and tiredly walking down the stairs, as they had woken from their slumber from their oh so "peaceful" and "quiet" brother, "Why are you so loud...." New Zealand glared at the burger, oil country, "You not only jus' woke us up, ya woke up Billabong....."

"Billa-what?" France questioned, "Billabong....You know how hard it is to get her to sleep?....."

"Aussiiiiieee.." France switched his parent tone on and crossed his arms.

Australia whined in protest, "You can't make me get rid of heeerrrr," France knew very well that this was a new "pet" his son has rescued, as he has never heard the name 'Billabong' before. 

"Why not?" France slowly pulled out a baguette from thin air behind his back.

"One, cuz ya' always let me and we've been through this shit however many times," France interrupted, his accent shining through, "Langue, Aussie!" He started to threaten him with the baguette by having it at his throat, "I'm not done! Two! She's only a baby without parents!" 

(Now prepare for a horrible French accent)

France sighed as he removed his baguette and glanced over to America, who was scoffing down the rest of his t o a s t, "Show me her. But I swear if it is snake again, zhere will be khprroblemz zlaterr!"

Australia came back down the stairs while having his arms behind his back, "She's not a snake," Aussie suddenly moved Billabong out from behind his back, holding her under her front legs, "she's a dingo!" She yipped in response, causing France to awe in response, "See? And I'll train her and everything!" 

"Alright, 'Stray." France responded, annoyed at the fact that he lost to his son. Again. "Told ya, ya always let meee~," Aussie walked back to his room to put Billabong back away, by this time America had finished his breakfast, grabbed his school gear and dashed out the door.