Sanders Sides One Shots(HIATUS)

Leçon de français(Logince)

Just so ya know I don't know French so this is all gonna be done with google translate. I have't written any Logince yet so here ya go... it's not very good lol(edit:still not proud of this I can't write logince even though it's like my second or third OTP)

TW: Censored cursing

"Logan!" There was a knock on the door.

Logan swiveled his chair around. "Come in."

Roman burst in. "Can you help me? I need to translate something from French."

"What is it?" It was a fact unknown to many that Logan was fluent in French.

"Oui, oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafayette! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set, I came from afar just to say bonsoir, to the king. casse toi! Who's the best? Ceśt moi." Roman rattled off the lyrics from Hamilton.

Logan sighed. "Yes, yes, my friend, my name is Lafayette. The Lancelot of the revolutionary set. I came from afar just to say good evening to the king. Go away! Who's the best? It's me. Honestly Roman, if you actually took time to look at other languages then you could translate things yourself. This is what you'd learn within your first week of taking French."

"Eh. I'd rather just ask you." Roman said.

"I'm not Google Translate!" Logan snapped. "If you want to learn anything in this world you need to put in the time and effort. I will not translate anything for you from now on."

"What? But... but Lafayette!" Roman cried.

"Also if you had to pick someone from Hamilton to like, I suggest you pick someone who doesn't get beheaded after his best friend refuses to send American troops to aid him even though he had promised to help France win its independence." Logan said.

Roman ignored him. "Fine. Teach me."

Logan stopped. "Teach you?"

"French."

"Vous voulez vraiment que je vous apprenne quelque chose?" Logan questioned?

"What?" Roman asked, confused.

"You actually want me to teach you something?" Logan repeated.

"Umm- si!" Roman said, smiling.

"That's Spanish, Roman." Logan said, sighing.

"See? I don't know French! Teach me!"

"Fine. Do you know any words in French-" Logan started.

"Oui oui, mon ami, je m'appelle Lafay-"

"Not Hamilton." Logan said, sliding his wheelie chair over to his shelf and grabbing a jar of Crofter's.

"Bonjour. Also can I have some?" Roman said.

"Roman, we're in the mindscape. You can summon-"

"Oh, right!" Roman said, snapping his fingers. A jar of Crofter's appeared and he flipped open the lid.

"I guess we'd better start at the beginning." Logan sighed.

-~Hey look a time skip cause the author doesn't know French-~

"Bonjour, je m'appelle Roman. Je suis gay et si vous n'aimez pas ça, partez." Logan said.

"Bonjour, je m'appelle Roman. Je suis gay et si vous n'aimez pas ça, partez." Roman repeated.

"And what does that mean?" Logan said.