"Condamnez ce froid de congélation ! » France whined as he trod through the snow. His teeth were chattering non stop as he sniffled.
"Mais, I need to find my own country to show England up! Ah! Condamnez-il! Je suis parle anglais! C'est mal ! » he proclaimed to the snow.
« Sir ! Nous cherchons un petit garcon dans la neige ! » a man ran up to Francis with a small bundle.
"Merci Jacques. Je voudrais le voir sil vous plait. » Francis replied holding out his arms expectantly. Jacques nodded and passed over the bundle. Francis smiled and lifted the blanket to look at the little boy's face.
"Pouvre cher. Nous devons te sortis la neige." He crooned as he covered the slumbering boy up. Francis hugged the bundle under his coat in an attempt to keep the boy warm as he hurried back to camp. By the time they got back to camp the boy had not stirred at all, worrying Francis. He reached his cabin and immediately started a fire after he placed the boy on his