It was a long day for me. Walking around the city I had just moved to.I was so used to the colonies, so I had no clue how to make my way around France. I checked the town clock...7 o' clock...at night. Damn my bad sense of direction.
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I turned and my hand was soon grabbed by someone else's, it was obviously larger than mine. The man spoke."Mademoiselle, vous allez bien? Vous semblez marcher autour dans les cercles..." His French rang through my ears as I slowly comprehend what he had said. I barley knew any French, so all I could say was,"Je suis perdu..." His eyes widened a tad in surprise."Suivez-moi, il devient sombre" he says as he has a soft grip on my hand while he walks to his, I'm presuming, house. I nod as he knocks on the door of a rather large home. A man with curly hair opened the door, his hair, unlike the first man's hair, was down in a little fro. It was charming.
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The man was wearing a magenta coat...how elegant. He spoke,"Qui est cette femme, lafayette?" His accent...it didn't sound French, so I asked him quickly ,"parlez vous anglais?" He nodded , "yes, do you darlin'?". I felt relieved and smiled, "yes I do, what a relief...". He to, smiled warmly. He nudged the man next to me,"This man is Marquis De Lafayette." He then afterwords pointed at himself,"and I'm Thomas Jefferson..who might you be sugar?"
I got nervous at his sweet and thick southern accent , "my name is (Y/n) " I said proudly and I bowed,"its an honor to meet you two..and well, I was brought here because ...Lafayette...is it?" He nodded and blushed at me saying his name. "Um well ,Lafayette noticed me circling around since, well, I'm lost.." I smiled nervously. Thomas had a look of concern," do you have an address? Where are you from? How long has it been?" He started asking me questions to fast for me to understand."I um..no....America...and about 7 hours...I think.." He jolted up straight in surprise,"oh dear! You must be tired!" I shyly rubbed my arm and quietly mummbled "a little...." I'm guessing that he heard me, because before I knew he was bringing me to a guest bed. I shook my hands, "n-no, Mr.Jefferson! Its fine!"
Thomas simply ignored me and walked out while saying,"you'll thank me laterrrr~" I sighed. Guess I'm spending the night.
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A few minutes passed when the door opened, I turned to look to see who it was. It was Lafayette. Hm...I wonder what he sounds like in English.
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He sat beside me and spoke, " um, mademoiselle, do you need anything?" His thick French accent rung through my ears.
I saw that his cheeks were a slight tinge of pink.
"U-um...well..um...no..I'm alright-" i was soon interrupted by my stomache growling. My face redened in embarrassment. He giggled,"are you hungry madame?" I shyly covered my face and nodded. He got up to make some food, and went along with him.
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Lost In France! LafayettexReaderxJefferson
Fanficquote, "Back off Jefferson!, the madame talked to moi first!"-Lafayette ? warning: there will be smut
