In the Garden of the Beast Author's Notes

French:

Rose Petite Maison: Rose Cottage

Douillete(ette) Petite Ville: Cozy Little Village

Sœur: Sister

Frère: Brother

Allo: Hello (Well, duh...)

Monsieur: Mister

Maitre: Master

Mademoiselle: Miss

Moi amour tu: I love you

Au revoir: Good bye

Fichu: m. Damn (Men say it like this. Women say Fichue)

Chéri: m. Darling (You say this to men, not to women. Get it?)

Bonsoir: Good evening/Hello.

Japanese:

Watashi anata ai suru: I love you. (No, not aishiteru. Aishiteru is a very superficial way to say I love you, and is generally not a deep-felt, astounding proclamation of love.)

Disclaimer: No Gundam Wing isn't mine. if it was, do you really think I'd have this lame-ass website? Or I'd really be writing this little story. No, I didn't think so. Anyway, I'm bad, I used characters without asking, but damn, all the characters I create suck butt, so I might as well use the ones that are highly developed already, and add in my own little quirks. I'm writing this story because, well, I got the idea, and wanted to gain experience without going through all the trials and tribulations of character development and expository elements in the story that take up so much space. So, for all of you searching for the Cliff Notes of this, the characters and their respective personalities are not mine, but the idea and story is. No plagiarizing you little buggers. Go rip off you own fairy tale. it's not hard, just go pick up a compilation of Brothers' Grimm, and you have some suitably dark fairy tales for Gundam Wing characters.

    Anyway, I made this little thing called a story have a French theme to it, because, if any of you didn't notice, the Sanc Kingdom was pretty much French and Switzerland. Though much more of France. So, therefore Relena and Milliardo are French. Which goes to stand that since the story is set in the area of where they live and somewhat grew up, it's France. Okay? I don't really know what time period this is in, but it's sometime after Marco Polo went to China and all that groovy stuff, but before they started wearing all those funky wigs, and corsets. Oooh, ouch, those things have got to hurt.

    But anyway, ask me at about this time next year, after I've taken World History, and I'll get back to ya  on it.