Hey people! I know it's been awhile but I've finally written a new chapter. YAY! It may take longer to update for awhile because of marching band. On the other hand I wrote two other stories including this one in one day. Ya I get bored during class that easily. So this one features Francis aka France and Michelle aka Seychelles. My first idea for this was a father daughter fic then I realized the more I wrote this one the better it sounded and flowed better. Translation are at the bottom.
Francis' thoughts are normal font.
Song: Michelle
Disclaimer: Like usual I don't own anything but my ideas. I can wish right

"Vous le cul trou! Pourquoi avez-vous de sortir et de tricher sur moi?" yelled Michelle in her native tough and was close to tears. She was currently dating the French transfer student by the name of Francis Bonnefoy. He was known as the player in the school from the time he arrived. Michelle is the only girl he's ever stayed with for more than a week.

"Mais Michelle Je t'aime. Je ne pas quelque chose pour vous blesser. Surtout avec quelqu'un d'autre." Francis tried to explain to his girl friend in French. He knew it would take a lot more to make Michelle listen.

"Oh. then explain why you were hanging out with that Hungarian girl. Making-out or... or having sex." She knew she didn't have to go that far with including sex in her rant.

"Never. Never. Mon amie. Elizaveta just wanted help with her French homework. That's all." The Frenchman tried to explain this time in English.

"No Francis. Just no." the girl tries to walk but her legs feel weak and she starts to fall forward, ovbiosly tired from all of the yelling and arguing. Francis quickly catches her and sits her down next to him, rubbing circles on her back.

"I'm sorry for not telling you," he whispers in her ear," but please listen."

A few moments of silence pass until she finally says, "Fine I'll listen."

Francis smiles slightly and takes a deep breath.

"Michelle, my belle.
These are words that go together well,
My Michelle.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble."

It's been awhile since Francis has sung. People have told him that he had the 'voice of an angel' but he never took their complements to hear. He never participated in any talent shows or competed in any singing competitions. He only wanted to keep this a secret until now.
Michelle did feel relief when hearing Francis' voice. She didn't even know he could sing. To hear him sing in English then French made her feel like she was back home in Seychelles where the people sang in both languages.

"I love you, I love you, I love you.
That's all I want to say.
Until I find a way
I will say the only words I know that
You'll understand."

Of course he knew that Michelle understood English but he also knew that she sometimes had a hard time understanding what someone had to say. At least he knew that Michelle knew what I love you means in French.
Michelle stared at the ground, translating the words I love you to je t'aime.

"Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I need to, I need to, I need to.
I need to make you see,
Oh, what you mean to me.
Until I do I'm hoping you will
Know what I mean.

I love you..."

'Francis why are you doing this? Why? I accused you of cheating on me. I don't understand. When we met of course I thought you were just a player like the others girls said but you talked to me like I'm a real person not like that English batard who treated me like a slave. But your voice pulls me closer as if you're a candle that won't burn out. It makes me fall asleep but I'll try to keep my eyes open until you're done.' Michelle thought to herself.

"I want you, I want you, I want you.
I think you know by now
I'll get to you somehow.
Until I do I'm telling you so
You'll understand.

Michelle, my belle.
Sont des mots qui vont très bien ensemble,
Très bien ensemble.

I will say the only words I know that
You'll understand, my Michelle."

By the time Francis finished he saw his girl friend was asleep, leaning on his shoulder. "J'espere que vous comprenez Michelle. Je t'aime." He then leans over and kisses her on the fore head. Michelle wakes up at the touch of the kiss. She opens her eyes and simply says "I'm sorry Francis."

Translation time:

Vousle cultrou! Pourquoi avez-vousde sortir et detricher surmoi? -You ass hole!Why did you go out and cheat on me?

Mais Michelle Je t'aime. Je ne pas quelque chose pour vous blesser. Surtout avec quelqu'un d'autre.- But I love you Michelle. I do not do something to hurt you.Especially with someone else.

Mon amour – My love

Batard – bastard

I really hope these translations are right because I used Google translate. Finally another chapter finished. I'm still taking suggestions on what character fit with what song. Hope you guys liked it.

RxR