Alfred shut the Front door gingerly, being careful not to slam it, a small bottle of maple syrup tucked in his pocket falling to the floor in his distraction, causing him to whine.
"Thats totally not heroic!" He whined at it as if it could respond.
Arthur, hearing the commotion, peeked out of the kitchen. "Keep it down Git!" He hissed at him.
"But Artiieee!"
"What Have I told you about calling me that!?"
"It's not proper, not right, blah blah whiny ranty Englishman stuff."
"Why you little!"
A voice cut through their squabble. "Non, Non, Non! This won't do at all! stop Whining like children!" Francis's voice said, a small pout on the Frenchman's face although there was a stern edge to it. "I Just got Mon Petit Mattheiu to sleep and I wont 'ave 'im woken by you two being stupid!"
"I wasn't being stuuuppiiidddd!" Alfred whined, apperently in a childish mood today. "Artie was the one being Dumb!"
" DONT CALL ME-"
"Hush Angelterre!" Francis snapped, clearly too upset by his son's current condition upstairs to bother with being somewhat nice about it. " And Amerique-"
"Dont call me by that freaky french name!"
"I'll 'ave you know the French language is considered very erotic and beautiful you ungrateful brat!"
There was a small whimper from the top of the stairs.
They had awoken Matthew.
A/N- Short, I know. Desole~! I am quite busy at the moment but I had a small spark of inspiration for a small chapter and I figured something was better than nothing, Oui?