Dear Francis,
I feel so embarrassed for asking you about whether or not you were French! I got so excited at the chance to practice I acted like a spazz. I started taking French after my family visited Quebec for vacation when I was younger (my parents were still together), and I wanted to visit again without having to pull out a pocket dictionary to communicate with people in French. I'm getting better at speaking French, but my writing is bad. I can't remember where to put accent marks when I'm writing! I'm great at speaking and comprehension, but I can't write in French!
I don't know whether to feel sorry that you don't have siblings, or to tell you that you're lucky. I guess that my brother and I do have a bit of friendly competition, but it's not as if we hate each other or anything! We're very close. I care about Al, and I don't want to see him get hurt, even if I do get frustrated and angry with him. Just… haven't you ever wished that someone would look and appreciate you for who you are, and not because you happen to be related to someone else? Probably not, which is why you're lucky. You're appreciated because you're you.
Your friends sound very entertaining! I won't tell anyone about Antonio's rooftop garden. I think it sounds nice. If you shoot films as a hobby, could I possibly see one someday? I'm really curious to see your work! I enjoy movies a lot! I have insomnia, so I stay up late and watch classic movies. Al sometimes joins me.
Your cousin can't cook? Maybe he just doesn't have taste buds. That's the conclusion I've reached with Al. We were eating pasta at Feliciano and Lovino's house, and he said that he preferred burgers! Even if Feliciano is spacey and Lovino can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, those two can cook! If I could, I'd live at their house. They could cook lunch and dinner. I'd cook breakfast and do all the dishes and housework. It would be an even trade, and maybe with all the housework I would manage to stay in shape!
I'm sure Feliciano would appreciate it, anyways. The guy is so messy and forgetful. He ran into class yesterday wearing only his boxers, covered in paint. Luckily, Lovino had packed an extra set of clothing for his brother. I was going to ask Lovino if he's always got an extra set of clothing in case his brother forgets to put something on (this has happened before, just so you know), but I have the feeling that if I asked, Lovino would get pissed and tell me to "Mind my own damn business, fluffer nutter." Lovino's pretty creative when he curses. He was complaining about his pen pal recently. Guess the guy wrote something that Lovino was pissed off about. Lovino's cursing was something else.
I look forward to hearing from you, Francis,
Matthew
Mon Cher Mathieu,
I for one appreciate you as yourself. I enjoy reading your letters! You are amusing and clever, but you seem very kind. It's a joy to be able to read what you have written me! Besides, you seem to have a good sense of taste. No sane person would pit the burger against all of Italian cuisine, some of the finest in the world (though I will always be biased, for I find French cuisine reigns supreme). It's so barbaric! Americans have no sense of palate. I believe that you have stated it best. I will attempt to tell my cousin that his taste buds are lacking, and see what happens.
I am currently working on a small video presentation about the need to fund the arts that we plan to present to the Headmaster. My cousin, of course, has let his power as school tyrant go to his head and is demanding that my filming process be constantly monitored so "he can ensure that it doesn't become pornography or such". As if I would do such a thing! Oh, did I write 'tyrant'? I meant student council president.
I am sorry, Mathieu. I am just excessively annoyed at my cousin, and I have to speak to someone about him. Arthur Kirkland is one cousin out of six. We aren't technically cousins, but rather, we've been raised together and our mothers are best friends. That is not the situation with us. We fight all the time, and if we aren't fighting, we are trying to find a way to provoke the other into a fight. It's a terrible relationship, non? We keep jabbing away at each other in hopes of striking blood, and relish in each other's pain. I just don't understand why we do it, but we just do. I would rather have a friendly relationship with Arthur, but I will never admit it. I have my pride to consider, Mathieu!
I believe I have heard about your friends Feliciano and Lovino! Feliciano is pen pals with Gilbert's younger brother, Ludwig. Gilbert was teasing Ludwig mercilessly about their correspondence. Supposedly, Ludwig takes several hours trying to figure out how to word his letters to his pen pal. Gilbert claims that he saw Ludwig trying to find instruction books on how to write informal letters! I think Ludwig's reliance on instruction booklets (he uses them for everything!) comes from Gilbert teaching Ludwig how to read. When they were younger, Gilbert found the closest book possible (which turned out to be a manual on cars) and began teaching Ludwig how to read. Though Gilbert's intentions were pure, I cringe at the results. I fear that Ludwig will always be un vierge, for he cannot communicate with anyone if he isn't barking orders at him or her! Le pauvre cher… it's his upbringing, I swear!
As to Lovino, my dear friend Antonio is his pen pal! I do apologize if he offended your friend, but Antonio isn't the type to be offensive. He was probably a bit over exuberant. He does that sometimes. Antonio speaks of Lovino a good deal. It's always "his adorable little Lovi" and such. I think he's smitten (Antonio, not Lovino). Your friend is going to be très chance! Antonio has a most glorious ass. His personality is charming as well.
Ah, well I must be getting back to by drudgery of mopping the hallways. Gilbert and I were sentenced to a horrible punishment for our sense of justice! We performed a… what you would call a 'panty raid' and organized a scavenger hunt for the contents of the raid. I believe that we were punished because Headmaster Weilschmidt found a frilly pair of woman's undergarments in his desk drawer. They weren't from the actual raid. We went to another girl, Angelique, and requested a pair of her undergarments from her. She made a deal and said that we would have to let her trash the student council president's office in order for us to gain a pair of... panties. We, of course agreed.
Au revoir Mathieu,
Francis
AN: I guess I posted another letter on accident, which totally makes me look like an idiot. Sorry about that! On a side note, I enjoy writing Francis. Thanks for reading this, and have a great day!