"P-papa?" I ask the Frenchman. He groans again. I bite my tongue to keep from saying anything rude. Papa France didn't like that. He turns over again. I sigh. "Don't worry Papa. The Indians will help us out! They always do you know. You won't ever lose me!" I say, smiling. France looks at me with pain in his eyes.
"Oh my petit cher. I'm sorry. I really am," he says, heartbroken. I frown up at my Papa.
"Pourquoi?" I ask. "You have nothing to be sorry for Papa. I'm fine!" I try to reassure him.
"Ah, mon cher Louie. Je suis un père horrible," he says, picking me up.
"Non! Vous êtes un père incroyable!" I say, looking at my father with wide eyes. He smiles at me sadly.
"Je vous souhaite garder cette opinion de moi," he says. I nod, sure that no matter what I would.
"Papa! Don't leave me!" I cry out later as I watch my father board a ship. He turns to look at me. He looks like he hates himself for breaking my heart. But I can't forgive him for this. Not this time. My heart grows cold. My expression hardens into one of hate. "Je vous souhaite de morir, mon père," I yell at him. He looks as if he has been slapped. I glare at him as his ship slowly disappears.
"What did you yell at the bloody frog, lad?" the man I have already dubbed "Caterpillar killer" asks. I look at him.
"I hope he dies," I say coldly. "I never want to see his sorry face again." Caterpillar killer looks taken aback. I turn and stomp off. From a distance I watch him and the man I have also already dubbed "Tomato killer" talk quietly. Tomato killer walks towards me with a happy smile on his face.
"Hola! I'm your new padre! Come on," he says happily. I follow Tomato killer silently. He chats about his country and how pretty it is and other ridiculous things. I roll my eyes when he starts talking about tomatoes.
"Mata a ti mismo si di demasiados tomates," I say, stumbling over the Spanish. Tomato killer looks surprised.
"You sure pick up on languages fast huh?" he says smiling. I nod.
"Te encanta si used come demasiado," I say solemnly. He starts laughing. I furrow my brow. "What? What did I say?" I ask.
"Y-you said, that if I eat too many, I love!" he says through his laughter. I blush furiously.
"I-I didn't mean to say that, Tomato killer!" I squeak. Tomato killer just laughs harder. "Dear Lord, help me," I mutter as we walk onto the ship.
Pourquoi- Why?
mon cher, Louie. Je suis un père horrible - my darling Louie. I am a horrible father.
Non! Vous êtes un père incroyable! - No! You are an amazing father!
Je vous souhaite garder cette opinion de moi. - I hope you keep that opinion of me.
Je vous souhaite de mourir, mon père! - I hope you die, father!