Hello my dears! Here is another lovely chapter for you! Alright, there will be at most two more chapters about Elizabeth's 8 months in France before the Basterds show up. I really want another story line between her and Hellstrom too, but I need help in deciding whether it should be:

A) Hellstrom likes her. Kind of like Frederick and Shoshanna only darker.

B) Hellstrom suspects that she is a spy.

Just let me know which one you like when you review! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not own Inglourious Basterds, it belongs to Mr. Tarantino.

There is a Dane Cook joke somewhere in this chapter if you can spot it I will have a prize for you and I will have an extra special treat for all of you in the next chapter!

The joke was spotted by angi1612. YAY!

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Chapter 2

Elizabeth, Jean, and Pierre had finally gotten the wagon unloaded and had come inside the café to eat breakfast together before Jean left to go back to the farm.

"So my dear, what have you been up to? Behaving I hope!" Pierre teased her.

Elizabeth's mouth was full so she couldn't answer, and Jean decided that it was the perfect opportunity to pick on his "niece" some more.

"Ha! Our Marie? Behave? What world do you live in Pierre? With her shameless flirting she is going to get us all into trouble one day," Jean winked at Pierre as they both had a laugh at her expense.

Elizabeth swallowed and her cheeks flushed as she tried to defend herself, "Crazy old man! What are you talking about? I never flirt."

Pierre raised an eyebrow at his "niece" and tutted, "You shouldn't tell tales my dear, it is not becoming."

"If you never flirt, then what was it I saw you doing this morning with that soldier outside the city?" Jean joined in the teasing.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Elizabeth huffed, taking a large gulp of scalding coffee and refusing to look at either of the two men.

At this attempt to ignore them, both Jean and Pierre started laughing so hard tears came out of their eyes.

"This morning our little Marie was making eyes at a soldier and he was making eyes right back!" Jean managed to get out.

"He was looking at me too?" Elizabeth asked shocked.

"So you were flirting my dear! What on earth are we going to do with you?" Pierre said, shaking his head and drying his eyes.

Elizabeth simply grinned and took another large bite of bread.

***

About an hour later, Jean had left and this meant that Pierre and Elizabeth would get into all kinds of trouble. Their favorite past time was going to the cinema, but they had too much work to do at the café for one of their cinematic adventures that day.

The café was never "crowded" until early afternoon and then it would stay crowded until late in the evening. Elizabeth enjoyed the patrons early in the day the most. They were all locals in Paris and most of them were older couples who enjoyed spoiling Elizabeth with compliments. She was often scolded, in as loving a way possible, by Pierre for spending more time chatting than working.

Today was no different and it was driving Pierre insane.

"My dear maybe you should just sit down and let me wait on you," Pierre huffed as he noticed her stopping to chat…again.

"My dear Uncle, if you insist then I will happily oblige," Elizabeth said, smirking and began to sit down.

Pierre ran a hand over his face in mock frustration and mumbled something about how children were supposed to be a blessing and not a curse.

Elizabeth laughed ran up to Pierre and pecked him on the cheek, "Uncle Pierre you know I can't help it. Would it be all right if I went to change into something else? I'm still in my farm clothes."

"Of course dear, but do not take all day." Pierre leaned against the bar and rolled his eyes to the ceiling and Elizabeth scampered up the stairs to the living area above the café.

"That child is a handful," Pierre went back to setting up the rest of the tables.

There was only one couple in the café that morning, the Aldens were considered regulars at the café and they often put in their opinions on the interactions between Elizabeth, Pierre, and Jean.

"So Pierre, your little butter cup running you ragged?" Mr. Aldens laughed at the café owner's distress.

"You have no idea," Pierre said, sighing at the old couple.

"Girls her age are always like that, trust me, I was the same way. They like to have fun and it's difficult for a young girl to have fun in times like these." Mrs. Aldens said.

"I suppose you are right. Still gives me a headache though," Pierre chuckled.

"I would be worried if you didn't get one," Mrs. Aldens snorted.

Elizabeth ran down the stairs at that moment in her "uniform"; which consisted of a some sort of dress (in this case a dark blue one), a white apron, and black low heeled pumps. Her was still pulled back into the snood, because she didn't fell like dealing with her mass of hair at the moment.

"My dear you look lovely!" Mr. Aldens said, grinning.

"You see me in this all the time and you always say that I look lovely!" Elizabeth blushed, putting her hands on her hips.

"Can't hurt to say it! Maybe one day I will get a kiss? No?" Mr. Aldens winked at her while Mrs. Aldens attempted to control her laughter.

Elizabeth laughed, walked over to Mr. Aldens, and pecked him on the cheek, "You don't know how to behave do you?"

"Of course he doesn't. That's why I married him!" Mrs. Aldens said, putting a hand against her husband's cheek.

Elizabeth saw the gesture and the room suddenly started to spin. The gesture reminded her too much of…him. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and she knew that she needed to get out of there before she collapsed.

"Excuse me," she managed to choke out, and ran back up the stairs to the apartment.

The Aldens and Pierre stared at the staircase for about five minutes. They were brought out of their stupor by a group of officers that came in and sat down, laughing loudly.

Pierre glanced at the clock, which read noon, hopefully Gabrielle would be on time today and he could go check on Marie. If not, his hands would be tied with the rush of soldiers that started to come in around this time.

Pierre got up and was making his way towards the officers, when Mrs. Aldens decided to ask why Marie had been so upset.

"Something probably reminded her of her sweetheart. That is the only thing she cries about anymore," Pierre said, knowing that this was a fact.

"Well she will see him again won't she?" Mrs. Aldens said.

Pierre shook his head, "He died not too long ago, but that is all I now."

Mrs. Aldens nodded her head in sympathy and the old couple continued their meal in silence.

As Pierre made his way over to the Nazi officers he did not notice that one had been paying extremely close attention to the conversation. The young man had cold grey eyes and brown hair that had been slicked back. He was a Gestapo major by the name of Dieter Hellstrom.

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