Hercules' P.O.V (ooh, pov change!)

I blinked open my eyes, sighing. Lafayette was lying on top of me, his arms around my waist and his hair starting to fall out it's bun into my face. How did he get here? When did he get here?

I shifted to the side, subsequently moving Marquis and he awoke. "Huh? Oh, mon amour I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed, jumped off of me.

I chucked, "it's okay. When did you even?"

Lafayette blushed in embarrassment. "Well, I woke up in the middle of the night, and didn't know where I was. So I came through here and saw you. And I was really tired to I just dropped next to you and would let myself worry in the morning." He rambles in near perfect English. "Again, so sorry."

"Its fine, really." I stood up, "wants some pancakes?"

"Oui, zat did be nice." Lafayette, lay across the couch, feet hanging off one side. "Mon Dieu! I forgot to tell Samuel where I am!"

I turned back around. "Oh it's fine, he called yesterday, I told him where you were." Lafayette visibly relaxed with a sigh.

"Merci, mon amour." Lafayette slapped a hand over his mouth, "Oh mon Dieu. Qu'est ce que je dis?" (Oh, God. What am I saying?)

"Say what?" I chuckled, walking into my open kitchen. (Imagine that you can see the kitchen and all from the couch.)

"Oh, nothing! Weren't we supposed to go out with your friends ze yesterday?" Lafayette smirked, pulling the rest of hair from the bun.

I grinned at his broken English. "Yeah, but ya know. Shit happens." I turned to look at the model laying along my couch. "You know, you look a lot like Jefferson with your hair down."

"I thought the same with you and James. Except you are a lot taller and I must say more handsome." Lafayette winked playfully with a giggle, tipping his head back and sighing.

I felt my cheeks heat up and busied myself with cooking, frantically searching for flour. I felt arms wrap around my neck. "'Ercules, let me help." Lafayette spoke in his thick French accent, and I had to stop myself from melting.

"Uh, okay, sure!" I moved aside, allowing him to step forward.

"First of all, crepes are better, so we'll be making those. They're not very difficult to make though, so I won't overtake the kitchen." Lafayette grinned like a toddler on their birthday, setting off.

I watched him work most of the time, and spend the other times worrying if this was awkward. My door flew open and two small men charged in, I could practically hear their stomachs growling. "Who's cookin'?" John pondered, shutting the door roughly.

"Is that Jefferson!?" Alexander went to launch himself at 'Jefferson', presumably to torture him about being in my home.

I grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, stopping him. Lafayette turned around now, smiling goofily. "Its just me, mon ami."

"Putain de merde tu ressembles à Jefferson!" Alexander exclaimed in French, it must've been funny as Lafayette giggled, and my heart was set aflame again.

"What's cooking?!" John demanded to know, trying to look over Lafayette' shoulder.

"Crepes." He put the accent on 'crepes' very heavily. I suppose that's the right way to pronounce it though.

"Yay!" John and Alexander cheered. I rolled my eyes.

"You guys..." I grinned, "what would we do without your childish nature?"

John stuck his tongue out at me. "You'd be alone, bitch."

Lafayette chortled, "where do you keep plates, mon amou-ami?"

I heard Alexander gasp and whisper something in Johns ear, who proceeded to squeal. "I'll get them." I shot a smile his way, pacing to the cupboard.

"Couple goals..." Alexander whispered, and John mumbled in agreement. I got the plates out before grabbing both by the collar and dragging them into a different room, much to the confusion of Lafayette.

"Yo! What the fuck, dude!" John exclaimed.

"Yeah! All I said was couple goals!" Alexander rubbed his neck where I'd scratched him.

"Okay. Shut up. Not in a relationship!" I sighed, "and sorry."

"What do you mean, not in a relationship!" John teased. "He called you amour and everything!"

"Do you even know what that means?" I sighed, slumping against the wall.

"Alexander told me." John pulled a face of triumph.

"Hercules..." Alexander started.

"'Erc? Alexander? John? Where did you go?" Lafayette called, angst ringing in his tone.

"One sec!" I shouted, "You will say nothing, okay?"

"Okay!" John soldier saluted, which Alexander gladly returned.

"At ease soldiers." I quickly rose my hand to my forehead, saluting with a smirk.

We scrabbled from the room to see Lafayette tapping his foot impatiently. "Zere you are! I am done!" He smiled happily, motioning to the four beautifully presented plates on my kitchen counter.

"Oh wow!" Alexander raced forward, grabbing a plate, knife and fork and scooping half his crepe into his mouth at once. John pulled a face of disgust, and Alex held up his middle finger. "Fu-uck you!"

Lafayette chortled handing a ravished John a plate, which he scarfed. "And you thought I was gross." Alex smirked, placing his clean plate in the sink.

"You know you love me~" John teased, winking. Despite having chocolate sauce all around his mouth.

"I would literally sell you to Satan for a free cup of coffee." Alexander spoke flatly, taking his finger to John's cheek and swiping sauce off it. He licked it off his finger.

"Do that on your own time." I sneered, taking a plate. I watched Lafayette from the corner of my eye, smiling. "These are great, Laf."

Lafayette went pink. "Thank you." He put his plate down, "Where's ze toilet?" Now he was pale.

"Just down the hall." I smiled, "are you okay? You've gone all pale."

Lafayette rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm fine. Hey, John, Alex, care to join me?"

"In the bathroom?" Alexander chuckled. Lafayette shot him a look to kill an elephant and he nodded. "In fact, yeah we'll join you!"

Lafayette's P.O.V

I need to talk to someone.

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