Revolution (I'm still working on it because yikes)

Chapter eighteen (Loui)

(Quick note: I know this one should be Rose but that French kid that I added in the last chapter is kind of important so I want to get his introduction out of the way. I promise to give you guys extra Rose in the future.)
When General Washington stopped talking to the French commander, Loui cleared his throat quietly as the tall French man started talking to his soldiers. He couldn't understand what the hell he was saying but he understood one thing from what happened next; those French soldiers were going to help them kick some ass. He stood still as his troop was fused with the French one, George Washington standing in front of them. "Listen up!" Said the French commander. "Winter is coming as some of you can feel! That means we'll have to camp! We march to Philadelphia! To Valley Forge!" All soldiers straightened up, and with that they marched out of Manhattan. Loui gulped a little. He knew there was going to be some sickness involved this winter.
Once several hours of marching passed, the sound of gunshots blasted into the air. Loui tensed and grabbed his musket as most other soldiers did, including the short one. The person behind him was shot. The British. George spat out a command but it went mostly understood due to the yells of soldiers. They were being ambushed.
Shot after shot and bullet after bullet, Loui killed as many as he could. The short soldier ran around him, stabbing Redcoats left and right. He didn't see the British soldier next to him until it would have been too late. But it wasn't. The man's stomach was pierced straight through by a French bayonet. Behind him stood a boy about five foot ten inches tall with black hair. "Watch out, mon ami." He said, darting off. Loui sighed with relief.
The British retreated and fled from the Americans. The French helped tremendously. Loui looked to his right to see the French boy of earlier, standing face to face with the short eighteen year old with blonde hair. Their hands were both on their hips. When one stuck an arm out, the other did the same and at the same time. Frustrated, they both yelled in unison. "Stop copying me!" Loui suffered a laugh under his breath. The two groaned and walked in his direction.
"What's your name kid?" Loui asked.
"I'm no kid! I'm eighteen years old, Monsieur. Technically an adult."
"You're right my apologies....." he laughed awkwardly. "My name's Louis. Thanks for saving my ass back there...."
"Jacques. You're welcome."
"I see you've met.....I don't actually know his name."
"The short one?"
"Yeah him!"
"His name is Tobias. Anderson was it? Can't remember." He started getting back into a neat line like before. "I swear he can read minds....."

(I don't actually know if there were French soldiers in Valley Forge but for the sake of the story there were. And if you're looking for a drinking game, drink every time I write soldier or soldiers. Actually don't do that you'd get alcohol poisoning.)