10/8/14

So I have finished all my other Les Mis fanfics and have vowed (both to myself and to my beta) that I will not post a WIP. This then means that while I write you will only be seeing this! Please review on this and vote on my poll on what you would like to see next in my plethora of ideas.

Just to note, all the words in this come from Google Translate so any mistakes I apologise for. I do not know Polish or Danish, end of story!

Chapter 11 – Feuilly and Combeferre

"Welcome followers to my latest update. Or if you are watching this late then you missed out but welcome to the video," Feuilly introduced from where he was reclined on the settee with Combeferre slouching next to him. "We have decided today to do a languages challenge with Ferre testing me on my Danish and I will be testing him on his Polish. We will each select random words and the other will try to say them in the language that are challenged with. Three sets because I have to go to work, whoever gets more wins," Feuilly explained, loading his iPad up. "You can go first then," Feuilly nodded and passed the iPad.

"First word is, rhinoceros," Combeferre laughed as Feuilly face crinkled into a frown.

"I know it, I do know it," Feuilly moaned, screwing his eyes up as well. "Næsehorn!" he shouted and Combeferre was thoroughly shocked.

"That's surprisingly correct," Combeferre shrugged with an impressed nod.

"You're up," Feuilly smirked, snatching the iPad from his fellow scholar. "The word is race," he declared.

"Well what type of race? Like a where you are from race or the hundred metres sort of race or a channel or duct sort of race?" Combeferre questioned, sounding more and more like he had memorised a dictionary as he continued to speak.

"Trust you to pick a flaw in what was an originally flawless plan," Feuilly huffed. "Let's go with an athletics sort of race," Feuilly decided and Combeferre's forehead creased slightly.

"Yeah, I don't know," Combeferre sighed with a shrug and a small smirk.

"You didn't know any of them did you?" Feuilly questioned, already identifying Combeferre's slight smile.

"Nope," he smiled, popping the 'p' dramatically for emphasis.

"So you were just showing off your internet like knowledge for words and being a little bit of a pain in the ass?" Fuilly questioned as he swatted the back of his friend's head.

"You know I like to show off, when you don't know something always draw attention to all the things you do know," Combeferre shrugged, stealing the iPad out of Feuilly's hand.

"It's wyścig by the way," Feuilly exclaimed as Combeferre rolled his eyes.

"Next up is nose," Combeferre sighed as Feuilly grinned. "Come on you get the easy one! That's just not fair," he complained.

"Deal with it!" Feuilly shouted, stealing the iPad and shouting, "næse!"

"Now Ferre, if you don't get this then I win that whole game and you have to proofread and edit all my essays for the next two months," Feuilly stated, drumming a dramatic beat on the table. "Have I made you nervous yet?" he questioned as he generated a new word, his fingers still drumming on the table.

"Just get on with it," Combeferre muttered, rolling his eyes once again.

"And it is … summer," Feuilly announced, ruining the suspense with a disgruntled mumble of the word summer.

"That's an easy one," Combeferre smirked, the competition getting to him and ruining his usually composed demeanour. "Lato," he replied, gloating prevalent in his eyes. "That's two one to you then," he added, grabbing for the iPad once again.

"If I get this one then I win," Feuilly grinned, kicking his feet up onto Combeferre's lap as if to taunt the other man. "And I will be the language champion!" he declared. The duo didn't usually get this competitive with each other but the both did hate to lose. Well, doesn't everyone.

"Your word is, button," Combeferre sighed, already laying down the iPad out of harms way. It was an easy word to get.

"Knap!" Feuilly shouted, jumping to his feet on the settee, nearly kneeing Combeferre in the face in the process. "I am the champion!" he screamed as he ran through the room with a beaming smile. Combeferre rolled his eyes once again and leaned forward towards the camera as Feuilly continued his celebrations.

"Thanks for watching, make sure to follow both me and Polish boy for more videos like this and general fun times. Farvel," he smiled, turning the camera off as Feuilly whooped in the background.