Okay, we have a category! *spins around in a circle* See, I've been out of the country for a week and didn't know this. Happy surprise, it is.

I don't own Liberty's Kids, sadly. Then I'd have a lot more money. As a matter of fact, I've never even BEEN to one of the Thirteen Original Colonies. Pretty darn sad, if you ask me.

Anyways, here it is. This chapter's actually longer. The James chapters are a bit longer now...

By the way, in case you didn't know, homme=man, mon amie=my friend, non=no, oui=yes, bonjour=hello, au revoir=goodbye.

Moses opens the door and turns back to look at me.

"James! You have a visitor!" He yells.

I nod and he throws the door open, quickly leaving the room. Sybil's standing in our doorway. My face lights up and she drops her bag. She runs to kiss me and I respond with equal fervor. We break apart breathless and Henri turns to me, eyebrow cocked.

"So, James, who is your "friend"?" Henri asks smugly.

I forgot he was standing next to me. He really shouldn't have seen that. He's eight for crying out loud! Oh well. I gesture towards my-uh, Sybil?

"This is Sybil Ludington. She's my... Sybil, I guess," I introduce awkwardly.

Sybil grins and Henri smirks.

"Nice to meet you, uh, I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name," Sybil said, enthusiastically shaking Henri's hand.

Henri beams and kisses her hand. Sybil blushes.

"I am Henri Richard Maurice DuTua LeFevre, hello!" Henri chirps.

Sybil winks at him. Oh, brother.

"Well, aren't you the cutest thing?" Sybil smiles.

I roll my eyes and gently place an arm on her shoulder.

"Henri and I will take your bag upstairs. We'll be right back, make yourself comfortable, Sybil," I reply, grinning at her.

I pick up the bag and Henri follows me up the stairs. I should've made him carry this. What does she put in it, rocks? We finally reach the hallway leading to our rooms, me panting all the way. I drop the bag on the stool in the guest room. It makes a large "oof" when it hits the stool.

"So, James, mon amie, Sybil seemed very friendly with you. Care to explain that, homme?" Henri teases.

I wince at the question.

"Depends what you mean by explain," I countered.

"Vous l'aimez?*" Henri replies, eyes wide.

What did he just say? I'm confused. He knows that I don't speak more than a few words of French. Like non, oui, bonjour, au revoir. That's about it. Well, maybe a little more.

"What?" I spit.

Henri rolls his eyes.

"James, it is a simple question. Vous l'aimez? Ou, aimez-vous Sarah? J'ai reçu seulement la confirmation de celui. Et alors vous blessez en haut réclamant quelque chose de la chaleur du moment et que pas, oui? Je veux la vérité. Vous me répondrez à, frère?" Henri inquires in spit-fire French.

I sigh. What on Earth did he just say? I heard Sarah's name mentioned, so it can't be anything I want to hear. Let's see if I can remember this correctly.

"Henri, Je ne parle pas Français. So, could you please switch back to English? Anglais s'il vous plaît?" I respond, horribly mispronouncing the language.

Henri winces at my accent.

"Oui, S'il vous ennuie cela beaucoup," Henri shrugs.

I roll my eyes.

"Merci, Henri. So, what were you trying to ask me?" I bark.

Henri bites his lip and a strange look crosses his face.

"Vous l'aimez ou notre autre meilleur ami?" Henri blurts, again in French.

I sigh, annoyed.

"Henri, I thought we said no French," I snap.

That was rather harsh of me. He should speak in a language I actually understand. Henri's eyes are wide and he looks sad.

"Je suis désolé, James. Mais, l'ami, c'est meilleur si vous ne comprenez pas que je suis sur le point de dire. Il y a quelques choses que les même journalistes, non, surtout les journalistes, ne doit pas comprendre. J'ai peur que la question d'amour celui est d'eux. Cher Sarah n'a pas d'idée que vous aimez elle, bien, j'avais tombé des allusions partent et la droite avant de j'ai su même exactement que c'était vrai. Mais peut-être vous aimez cette femme de Sybil, je ne sais pas, pour je ne suis pas dans votre tête. Je viens de vouloir savoir qui un vous vraiment aimez, parce que vous ne devriez pas la ficelle l'autre le long de. James, Sarah reviendra. Son coeur est ici, et, bien que sa tête et le corps peuvent être en angleterre, elle se retournera à nous, pour vous ne peut pas se sauver de l'amour," Henri rambled, on a long, French, rant.

I heard my name twice, Sarah's twice, and Sybil's once. Hmm.

"James, je vous aime comme un frère. Comme le grand, frère énorme et blond je n'avais jamais ou voulais. Mais, je dois dire, vos techniques de prise de décision sont mauvaises. Surtout quand ils impliquent Sarah. Vous êtes s'imprudent! C'est une honte que je dois parler en français, une langue que vous ne comprenez pas, essayer et parler le sens dans vous. D'autre part, cela est la vie!" Henri scolds.

I glare at him, wishing I knew a language he did not. I suppose I know German.

"Henri, Sie sind ein gedrehtes kleines Kind. Ich bin nicht dumm. Sie besprechen wahrscheinlich Ihre Idee Dreieck einer Liebe zwischen mir, Sarah, und Sybil. Ich liebe entweder von ihnen nicht! Dieser Plan ist flawless auch, weil selbst wenn Sie mich nicht verstehen, und ich habe etwas dumm, Sie mich noch nicht angenommen verstehen. Ich liebe die Tatsache, die ich Deutsch weiß!" I sneer at him.

My tone is loud, so he thinks I'm shouting obscenities at him. Hehe. I learned German a long time ago. I mean, hello, I live in Pennsylvania. You hear it in the streets sometimes. Anyways, I can tell that Sybil's going to get suspicious.

"Hey, Henri, I think Sybil's starting to get suspicious," I whisper.

Henri glared at me.

"Oui, James. Anyone would be at this point, mon amie," Henri said, rolling his eyes.

Suddenly a shadow passes over the doorway. I turn quickly, knowing that it's Sybil.

"So, what were you boys talking about?" Sybil asks, smiling.

I scratch the back of my head.

"You know what, I don't really know. He was talking in French," I reply quickly.

Henri gives me a look.

"Homme, I was not the only one speaking in a foreign language!" Henri retorts.

Sybil laughs and it looks like she's about to say something. However, Moses' yell breaks the brief silence.

"James! It's lunchtime!"

That's my cue to make lunch. I can only pray that Sarah comes back soon. VERY soon. Henri winces and looks around desperately.

"Look, Henri, I promise you that it'll taste better this time! Even I can't mess up soup!" I swear.

Henri shakes his head.

"There is no way I'm eating anything you make!" Henri exclaims, before opening the window and swinging out.

I sigh. Sybil turns to me, looking excited!

"You cook?" She says enthusiastically.

I nod, nervous. Sybil beams at me and kisses me hard. Well, this isn't so bad...

"I don't have to cook! See, this is why I love you!" Sybil says, breaking the kiss.

I don't know what to say, so I smile.

"So, would soup be okay with you? I mean, I can't cook much, but it's better than army rations," I asked, nervous.

Sybil laughed and nodded. I smiled back at her and went down the stairs, biting my lip. I felt so strange.

- Loren ;*

*French in order of appearance (Henri):

Do you love her?

Do you love her? Or, do you love Sarah? I only have the confirmation of one. And then you claimed something about it being in the heat of the moment, no? I want the truth. Will you answer me, brother?

I don't speak French.

English please?

Yes, if it bothers you that much.

Do you love her or our other best friend?

I am sorry, James. But, friend, it is better if you do not understand what I am about to say. There are some things that even reporters, no, especially reporters, should not understand. I am afraid that the matter of love is one of them. Dear Sarah has no idea that you love her, well, I had been dropping hints left and right before I even knew for sure that it was true. But maybe you love this Sybil woman, I do not know, for I am not inside your head. I just want to know which one you really love, because you should not string the other along. James, Sarah will come back. Her heart is here, and, though her head and body may be in England, she will return to us, for you cannot run away from love.

James, I love you like a brother. Like the big, huge, blonde brother I never had or wanted. But, I have to say, your decision-making skills are bad. Especially when they involve Sarah. You are so reckless! It is a shame that I must speak in French, a language you do not understand, to try and talk sense into you. Then again, that's life!

*German in order of appearance (James says this, because, you know, Pennsylvania Dutch):

Henri, you're a twisted little kid. I'm not stupid. You're probably talking about your idea of a love triangle between Sarah, Sybil, and I. I do not love either of them! This plan is flawless too, because even if you don't understand me, and I assumed something stupid, you still don't understand me. I love the fact that I know German!

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