It has been so long since I saw his face. When Yao told me that we were going to Paris, France, I had begun to worry. I thought it was funny! How I still had feelings for him that I never thought I would have after he, too, had left me.

I bowed, and said,"Salut Monsieur Francis." The Yao stood up and bowed, saying,"Ni Hao, Francis." I could hear a tad bit of uncertainty in his voice. Did he know that I harbored feelings for this man?

Francis was wearing a stylish casual outfit. He wore a blue collared shirt with a white vest, black trousers and tennis shoes. His dirty blond hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Now, what was this with me liking men with ponytails? I laughed in my head.

"Now, shall we all go to see my beautiful country?" His blue sparkling eyes hadn't changed from before.

I smiled and grabbed Yao's hand, surprising him since I could feel his body jerk. "Let us go. We shall see the famous city of Paris!" Francis walked out of the airport and we followed. A Frenchman and two asians with a baby panda.

I looked around me, surrounded with French people and foreign tourists alike. I looked around, taking in the scent of the foods which I had eaten before. I looked at Yao who seemed just as mesmerized by this amazing city. It was near the middle of the day, and I felt the warmth.

I suddenly realized how out of place me and Yao were. We were both wearing wearing traditional clothing from our homelands. Everyone here was wearing stylish modern outfits! We attracted a lot of attention and Lin Lin didn't help with it.

"This is my city! There is much to do here, and I guess Lien knows much about this city since she has learned of it and traveled here several times." He smiled a sheepish smile at me, and winked. I felt warmth touch my cheeks. Yao's grip on my hand tightened. "Yes, and she shall be my guide in this area. Francis, excuse us, but we will be going now." Yao bowed and I clumsily bowed as well. Why was Yao acting this way? Was he actually jealous of Francis?

As we made a sprint away from Francis, I stopped him. I looked into his eyes which were glazed over. "What are you doing?!" I let go of his hand. I said this in his native tongue, so no one could understand us. (Sadly, that attracted some strange glances at us.) I crossed my arms. "You know that you're only making me upset by the way you're acting!" Yao's eyes left mine, and he sighed.

He looked back into my eyes, and I could see the darkness in his eyes. "I didn't want to be around him because he reminds me of the past. I only agreed to come here because this place is known for romance. I wanted to be here with you..." I stared at him. The past? Does he mean when Francis ruled over me? I took a deep breath to recollect myself.

I smiled at him. "It's okay. I understand. I don't want to be reminded of that time either." He looked at me, relieved.

I looked up at the strange man ahead of me. He had long dirty blonde hair which was pulled into a ponytail. Yao had left me with this man, but what was I supposed to do with him?

He took my hand and led me to his house. We had traveled a long way to this place. It looked nothing like the contingent of Asia. This Francis Bonnefoy man started babbling about things I couldn't understand, and he looked back at me, I don't know why. Was he addressing me? I didn't know.

This place looked so weird! But why was I here? I looked up at the man. He looked younger than Yao, which was something that I thought was obvious. (Yao is old.)

"What am I doing here, sir?" I said this in my native language. At this time I didn't know English or French. He looked at me funny. "I never knew that she didn't know English!" He shouted. He immediately sent me inside his home, where a Vietnamese man was there. I bowed to him and said hello. He told me that I was in France, the strange man's country. We were on the continent of Europe, which was not that far from Asia, but I was far away from my country. I learned that this man's name was Le Quang.

I was to be taught Francis's language, French. I thought it looked sort of similar to my language with the use of some symbols I used. However, it sounded very different to Vietnamese.

I struggled with the language, but over the course of a couple years, I was fluent. Later, Francis showed me to his friend, or friend-enemy, I should say, Arthur Kirkland. Arthur always looked at me with greed in his eyes, which made me cringe. Arthur spoke another language that I didn't understand, to Francis. I could tell that Francis had a weird accent and sounded different from Arthur while speaking it. I hope I didn't have to learn this language as well.

And, I had to learn it. After I had mastered the French language, I had to learn 'English'. This language was harder to learn for me. My accent was horrible and I hated it. Le Quang also taught me this language. he sounded so fluent it was ridiculous! It took me a lot longer to learn it. After years of being in Francis's house, I discovered that I was a French colony. He tried to have French colonies in almost all of Asia. He was in Laos and Cambodia, as well. We were called 'Indochina.'

I had gotten used to living in this European country, but I did find it strange. An Asian speaking a language of Caucasians? It was silly. One day I was sent back to Vietnam. Francis did not say goodbye, rather, he had another colony which he paid more attention to.

"Yao. Let us have fun here, okay? Let us make up for the time we had lost." I smiled at him, and he hugged me. Lin Lin was in a little sack thing which Yao wore on his back.

Wo ai ni, Yao. (I love you, Yao.)