You had joined the army, and you didn't really intend on getting all buddy-buddy with your fellow soldiers. Of course, you ended up bonding against your will, and found out you actually liked the people you were surrounded by. One guy you didn't like, though, was Lafayette. He was your General, sure, but that didn't mean you had to like it. He was always being flirty with the other soldiers, and even made some attempts with you.

He always seemed to try and flirt with the other soldiers. The worst part? It worked. People were seriously falling for this guy. You really weren't impressed. He was laid-back, though. If you got on his good side, some of the rules could be bended for you. But, you knew you probably wouldn't be able to. You just can't stand him enough. The French bastard.

As you lounge with your fellow soldiers, you notice Lafayette. Ugh, probably flirting when someone. When is he not? Unfortunately, he ends up glancing in your direction, noticing you. He walks over, and puts his hand on the table you're leaning on, clearly trying to trap you there, so you can't get away from him. Ugh, the nerve of this guy.

"Well, hello, mon cher~"