Hard To Love #1 | yyyeodang

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She was right, though. Sofia really is speaking in Menquezian. I moved forward and held Sofia's arm, which was still clinging onto Cleo's like her whole life depended on it. 

"Sofia." I muttered softly, patting her arm. 

She finally looked up from Cleo's neck, where she had her face buried in previously. 

"Hu . . go." She muttered lazily, her eyes barely open. 

"Hey, let's go. You need rest." I slowly took her from Cleo's grasp. She looked at me like a curious kitten.

"Non. Je veux plus de bière." (No. I want more beer.) She said and I sighed, again and said, "Non, vous ne recevez pas de bière." (No, you're not getting any beer.) 

"S'il vous plaît?" (Please?) She pouted and made puppy eyes.

"Non." (No.) Upon hearing me, she started whining and slapping my chest. Her slaps barely had any impact on my body. It looked cute, honestly. I would've laughed, if not for the situation, which clearly was not in my favor right now. 

"Vous êtes mauvais. Vous n'êtes pas amusant." (You're bad. You're no fun.) She continued 'slapping' my chest and I rolled my eyes. 

"D'accord. D'accord. Je te donnerai de la bière seulement si tu viens avec moi." (Okay. Okay. I'll give you beer only if you come with me.) I lied and her eyes brightened up.  She smiled and nodded like a child who'll finally get his favorite candy.

I looked at Cleo and Amber, who were looking at us with utter confusion and said, "I'll take her with me. You can leave."

Both of them sighed in content and replied in unison, "Thank you, Hugo." 

They left, leaving me alone with this drunk mess.

"Allez, allons-y." (C'mon, let's go.) I started walking away. Sensing no footsteps behind me, I looked back and saw Sofia standing in the exact same spot with the pillar's support and glaring at me.

I walked towards her and said, "What?" 

"Portez-moi." (Carry me.) She said.

"Pardon?" I was sure I heard it wrong.

"J'ai dit, portez-moi." (I said, carry me.) She repeated again.

Okay, she has officially lost her sanity.

"Pourquoi? N'avez-vous pas les jambes pour marcher seul?" (Why? Don't you have legs to walk on your own?)

"Mais je veux que tu me portes. Vos bras sont agréables." (But I want you to carry me. Your arms feel nice.) She whined and wrapped her arms around me.

I could feel my cheeks heating up, but I was surely not going to admit that. 

I don't blush.

I sighed, again and said, "D'accord" (Okay.) I bent down, offering her a piggy-back ride and she happily hugged me.

I started walking towards James's room while hiding away from anyone possibly looking at us. Clinging onto my back, Sofia was muttering words of a local song of Analis - the nearest town to Menquez's Castle.

And yes, James's room in Tangu's Castle.

James and Zander are best friends. They're close to the point that they literally have rooms reserved specially for each other in their castles. Zander too has his own room in Enchancia's castle. 

I reached his room and opened the door, revealing a huge mess. The clothes were all over the place - on the ground, on the bed and on the table. 

I sighed for what seemed like the hundredth moment of the day now. I pushed the clothes of the bed onto the floor and made Sofia lay down. I sat on the corner of the bed.

"Où est la bière?" (Where's the beer?) She questioned instantly.

I take my words back. Sofia clinging onto Cleo was not my 13th reason. This moment is my 13th reason.

"Que diriez-vous de parler au lieu de boire?" (How about we talk instead of drinking?) I suggested. There was no way in hell that I was going to let her drink again.

Nope. Not on my watch.

"Ferme la porte." (Close the door.) She said.

What. The. Fuck.

{REVISED}

a/n: lmfao i can't believe wtf i just wrote 😭 if you see the original show, you'll realize that hugo's kingdom is most prolly based somewhere in russia. i just wrote menquez (hugo's kingdom's) language as the real life french and we all know that french is national language of an actual nation-state of our planet. this shit makes no sense lmao please bear w me. 

but hey, this is fiction. we are not following the og storyline here. neither are we following the shit that goes on in the real world. tho hugo's kigdom is gonna stay somewhere in russia only.

also, i'm not a french speaker. the only word ik in french is bonjour. all credits of the translation goes to google translate, so idek if what i wrote above in french is accurate or not lol.