Ok so after a lot of writers block i think I'm finally out of it for the moment. I hope. But while I'm out of it I'm gonna write so please bare with me and sorry for such short chapters! But here we go!~


Francis looked at Arthur with a smile. "Oh is that so?" He smirked.

Arthur just scowled at Francis not saying anything.

"Using the silent treatment are we." Francis said grabbing Arthur By his jaw.

"Don't touch my brother!" Alfred said grabbing one of the swords and pointed it at Francis' back. Francis cocked his head to the side looking over at Alfred.

"Really now pointing a sword at me." He paused turning around. Francis reached for something in his belt. He pulled out a pistol; pointed it at Al, and cocked it. "Wrong move." He said putting his finger on the trigger.

"Francis! Don't! Please!" Matthew called running over and standing in front of Alfred.

"Pourquoi ne pas?" Francis asked.

"Parce qu'il est mon frère Francis." Matthew replied.

"Whoa Mattie you speak..." Al paused to think. "What ever language that is!"

"Its called French dumb ass." Francis snarled.

"My bad really it is I'm sorry i don't speak idiot." Al replied being a smart ass.

"I could say the same to you... You imbecile." Francis growled.

"Francis S'il vous plaît être la meilleure personne." Matthew asked.

"Beaux-seulement pour vous mon chérie." Francis smiled kissing Matthew's hand making him blush.

"EW IT TOUCHED YOU!" Alfred said immaturely.

"Oh grow up why don't you." Francis scowled.

"Please can we not do this." Matthew asked trying to get them to stop.

"I don't see why i have to be the mature one when he's not." Francis grumbled.

"Well at the moment neither of you are being mature." Arthur cut in giving Matthew a break.

"Oh look who's talking Bushy brows."

"Bushy Brows! Well it's better than being a french pervert!" Arthur gave up trying to be nice. And started to yell at the Frenchmen like there was no tomorrow

Matthew just sighed stepping back watching as they all argued.

"¿qué están discutiendo?" Antonio asked.

"No idea Antonio. No idea at all." Gilbert replied leaning against the wall.

"Oh Dios, son como un viejo matrimonio." Antonio added making Gilbert chuckle.

"You okay Matthew?" Gilbert asked looking Matthew's way.

"Yeah just a bit of a head ache." Matthew replied rubbing his temples.

"Aw poor señor Matthew." Antonio said. Gilbert looked at Antonio nodding in agreement.

The arguing went on for what seemed like days to Matthew when it finally stopped. "Thank you lord." Matthew thought looking up to the sky.

"Fine we'll let him make his own choice." Arthur said quietly just barely loud enough for Matthew to hear him.

"Let who make what choice." He asked. They all turned towards Matthew looking at him.

"Matthew we want you to come back with us. But we can't force you to come with us. So we want you to choose. Do you wanna come with us? Or stay here." Arthur asked.

"I... um..." Matthew barley got out. He wasn't good with making choices in fact he hated it. "Why did they have to come and make him choose." He thought. "Why couldn't they just not look for me. Things would of been a lot easier rather than having to choose."


God another cliff hanger don't hate me :P Btw like i said sorry if the chapters are short! It's not my fault I've just been sleep deprived and had writers block. So I'm just getting my creative flow back. So please like I've said bare with me i promise it'll be worth it!

Translations:

Pourquoi ne pas= why not

Parce qu'il est mon frère= Because he's my brother

S'il vous plaît être la meilleure personne= Please Be the better person

Beaux-seulement pour vous mon chérie= Fine only for you my dear

¿qué están discutiendo?= What are they arguing about?

Oh Dios, son como un viejo matrimonio= Oh god they're like an old married couple

Sorry if i mistranslated anything!

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