Comments | hetalia_daigaku: Parlez-vous français?

beau_bonnefoy in hetalia_daigaku

Parlez-vous français?

Jan 21, 2010 13:39

Who: Francis et Gilbert
Where: Gilbert's dorm room
When: Mid-October; Thursday
What: Sexytalk and drama
Can other people participate? Mais non!
Summary: Francis helps Gilbert with his French homework.

( Pretend this says something epic )

gilbert, francis

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ichbin_preussen January 21 2010, 23:11:23 UTC

For two hours straight, Gilbert flipped pages in his French textbook and tried copying the appropriate words into sentence form. Nothing he was writing made sense, and for good reason - he could stick nouns and verbs and adjectives in all the right places on a fill-in-the-blank worksheet, but he was terrible at forming his own sentences ( ... )

beau_bonnefoy January 22 2010, 02:39:49 UTC

"Let you live it down? Mais oui! Je suis simplement heureux que tu étudies ma langue." He would just remind Gilbert of this event frequently and allow himself to slip into French much more often. It wasn't like he didn't do that often already--he used it regardless of whether anyone around him understood, but if Gilbert understood too, it would be great. They could share inside jokes and make fun of people more blatantly, or have secret conversations with each other and no one else would understand. Perhaps the ideas were a little childish, but the concept of it all was so exciting ( ... )

ichbin_preussen January 22 2010, 03:55:37 UTC

Francis might have had all those lovely fantasies about what they'd be able to accomplish once Gilbert learned French, but the only thing going through Gilbert's mind when Francis lapsed into said language was an odd curiosity about how he could fire off so many odd-sounding words in such rapid succession with only two or three of them actually making sense ( ... )

beau_bonnefoy January 22 2010, 05:23:34 UTC

Francis studied the sheet of paper for a moment. Gilbert's handwriting had always been a little difficult to read, and it seemed it was even worse in French. He took another sip of his drink, pleased with the balance of orange and vodka flavour. It was safe to say he much preferred mixed drinks to straight liquor. After all this time he still couldn't figure out how Gilbert could tolerate so much.

"What are you trying to say?" The assignment seemed straightforward enough, so once the problem was identified, he could properly assist Gilbert. But--oh, there was the phone again. It probably said something pointless like 'ok' and that's it. Opening the text, he was right, so he didn't bother replying and ignored his phone.

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