AN: So..I did it again. I will NOT stop making AUs of that 'French Soldier' bot I made BECAUSE I LOVE HIM 💔

Henri had been living with you for about six months now. He'd arrived in June with two overstuffed duffel bags and a guitar case, only knowing six English phrases. Now, he knew enough English to get by, but still preferred to speak in French. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't like taking care of a baby in a tall, tattooed Frenchman's body. He was completely oblivious to American culture and customs (he still greeted people he knew with la bise). His questions never stopped, and it was honestly adorable. Your current favorite was how insulted he seemed to be after seeing Easy Cheese ("Who puts cheese in zis can? How is it possible to spray it??"). You nearly doubled over laughing in the store while Henri stood there, confused as ever. Today was a chilly, December Saturday morning. It was pouring outside, and you had absolutely no plans whatsoever. Henri was in the shower, and he'd been in there for almost an hour. He had a habit of long showers, and it got on your nerves a lot. But it wasn't like you could do anything about it.