When I was a camping trip, I actually met a Dutch family. They were really cool and nice. They also told me about the red-light district in Amsterdam and how they curse a lot. Probably more than a sailor. POLL

Over the years, Lars got extremely busy with his country's affairs. He was angry that he couldn't visit the Canadian as often as he would have liked. She wrote to him often and he replied when he could. Currently he is in his office, sorting through mail and found a certain, fragant letter.

Dear Lars,

I hope that you are well. I wish that I can see you, but I know you are very busy and I understand. I remember your last visit. It was nice. You surprised me at home with a bouquet of tulips. Kumami thought you were an intruder and attacked you. He only stopped when I threatened him that I would only feed him vegetables for the rest of the month. The only good that came out of it was bandaging you up. We stayed together at my house until the end of the trip until the captain of your ship had to literally drag you away. Before you left, we kissed, oh that was very embarrassing in front of so many, but very sweet. I can't wait until you come back home. I mean my home, but you can call it your home too but you have a home there in your country. Oh I'm embarassing myself, aren't I? I just want to say I love you. Even if it defys England, I love you. I hope you feel the same as strongly.

Love, Madeline Williams.

Lars read the letter. He smiled but felt sad. He wanted to just stay with her but he couldn't abandon his responsibilities. Well, actually he could but he would be in deep trouble.

"Oh Madeline." He murmured to himself, just staring at the letter.

"Madeline, what?" Francis asked leaning in the doorway.

"Francis!" Lars said in surprise and quickly tried to hide the letter. Francis' eyebrow raised.

"What are you hiding from me? And what about Madeline?" Francis inquired with narrowed eyes. "You know you can't hide anything from me."

"Madeline, oh no I didn't say that. I said Mad Allen. Yeah that's what I said Mad Allen. He's this Brit that married a donkey." Lars nodded.

"A donkey. Well L'Angleterre's people are a bit strange. But why would you want to hide that from me?" Francis pointed at Lar's coat pocket where the letter was hastily put in.

"Oh this?" Lars said nervously as he pointed to the paper. "It's a letter from my uh you know."

"Oh ho hon, you have a lady friend. Someone in a high position." Francis winked at him. "Is it someone I know?"

"Yeah, you could say that." Lars avoided eye contact, which caused Francis to be suspicious.

"Who is it?" Francis said seriously.

"I honestly say I am not allowed to reveal that." Lars looked Francis square in the eye.

"Come on, I won't tell." Francis whined. Lars shook his head. "Can I at least guess?"

Lars shrugged. Francis rubbed his chin and thought. "It is a woman, right?"

"Yeah."

"Hmm, do I personally know her?"

Lars avoided the question which meant an automatic yes to Francis.

"Huh, that doesn't narrow it down at all! Hold a second, I got it! Did I ever date her?" Francis looked excited, hoping to know what has got the Dutchman so flustered.

"I think you need to leave. If not, please just drop the subject. I wish to leave her a secret!" Lars yelled furiously as he stood up and slammed his palms on the table.

Francis put his hands up. "I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry. I just want to know who is making you so flustered." He explained.

"Okay, just don't push it." Lars warned and sat back down.

"Fine, but one of these days you'll have to tell me or I find out by myself." Francis said. "Well, best be going. I got a date. Au revoir."

Lars waited until Francis was gone and he sighed. "That was a close call."

Lars took out the letter again and looked at it smiling. He started to write his reply.

Dear my lovely Madeline,

I am well besides dying from a lonely heart. I miss you so much and I want to be with you so badly. I cannot head to you anytime soon. There is a lot of business. that I have to take care of. I think of you everything second of the day. Everytime I touch my scar of your bear's bite, I think of how beautiful you are when you are angry. Today, Francis came in my office right when I was reading your letter. He almost found out about us. I know that when you are ready and free. We can tell everybody. I want you to know I love you to death. I only worry about you. I can handle anything that life throws at me. I hope you are safe and happy.

From, Lars.