This is sort of a spin off of Alfred's New Pen Pal. I hope you enjoy :]

September 27th

Dear Pen Pal,

Hi. I'm Matthew Williams, and I'm from America. Well, I was born in Canada, but I live in the United States. My teacher, Ms. Tulip, says you're French. I'm currently taking French, and I thought it would be pretty cool to actually learn about someone from France. Maybe you can help me with my French?

Well, I suppose I should tell you more about me. I like pancakes and maple syrup a lot. They're kind of an addiction. Like, hopeless addiction. Gilbert, my neighbor, always says that it's cute, but I think he only says that because he wants me to keep making him pancakes when he sneaks over at such ungodly hours.

I think that about sums me up. Write—er, type—back soon.

Votre ami,

Matthew Williams

September 30th

Dear Matiue,

Well hello there! My name is Francis Bonnefoy, and yes, I'm French. I do so love to speak French. I could give you a sentence a day to translate, if you would be so inclined to translate it?

I'm pleased to say that I'd love to learn more about you, mon cher! I suppose I should offer some things about me as well, no? I do so love long walks on the beach, spending time with my lover, and such.

This Gilbert, he's cute as well, no? I wonder if you feel the same about him that he seems to feel about you, mon ami? Oh, here I go again, trying to play matchmaker!

I would like very much to meet you in person! I shall be coming to the Americas for a foreign exchange student opportunity in a while. I'm staying with a Gilbert Beilschmidt. Is that your Gilbert?

Well, I would love to get to know you!

Votre ami,

Francis XOXOXO

October 3

Dear Francis,

I would be happy to translate for you! And I'd be more than happy to get to know you as well sir.

Yes, Gilbert is the one you're staying with. I wonder why he hasn't told me? Or maybe he doesn't know yet. He doesn't care much for family matters unless it includes his younger brother.

Maybe we'll be great friends when you come…

I sat on the chair between Ludwig and Gilbert—my two neighbors—waiting patiently for the foreign exchange student, Francis, to finally arrive. We were at an airport (Francis had insisted he fly…), and Gilbert decided to try and torment me.

"I think Mattie's falling in looooooove." Gilbert grinned, leaning across the arm of the chair to nudge me with his shoulder. "Right? Falling in love with a Frenchman?"

"No." I replied, slightly irritated. Gilbert had been acting this way ever since he had found out that he and Ludwig were housing my pen pal. "I'm not in love with Francis. I haven't even met the guy!"

"Need I remind you?" He held up the latest letter I had received from Francis, which in turn caused me to blush.

"Put that down!" I snatched it from him and threw it in the trash. When Gilbert started to poke me, I slipped off the chair and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.

"Awe, Birdie." Gilbert slid next to me. "I was only kidding."

"Oh, are you two lovers now?" I froze at the French accent and jumped to my feet, blushing.

"N-no, we're-" I was cut off by Gilbert's arm wrapping around my waist.

"Yes we are. What's it to you?" Gilbert leveled a glare at the Frenchman, which earned a groan from me.

"We're not l-lovers." I said, glaring at Gilbert. He only grinned at me.

I had a feeling this was going to be a very long school year.

Phew! Can't wait to see what happens next!

Oh wait... That's my job to make that happen... Darn.

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