no couple (or.. um group?) is perfect! everyone fights! but what if more languages get thrown in... mon deiu!
translations at the bottom. google translate is not gonna help you with Quebecois cursing... sorry.
If i have gotten a translation wrong, please let me know. I don't speak Russian at all and my french is shit.
"How could you be so irresponsible Matvey!" Ivan hollered across the living room
Matthew cringed at the booming voice. "I… I don't know"
"you could not have just unloaded car like i ask when i ask! you are always putting off things!" he paced back and forth across the living room as he went.
Really, Alfred could understand the anger… Matthew and Alfred had lent out the car to a friend of theirs at work, which normally would be fine. It was their car, They'd done it for her before. However this time something went wrong… They had just returned a few days before from a convention and Matthew, despite being asked to unload the trunk, had gone to bed and forgotten about it. That meant the trunk was full of their gear. things as innocent as dog toys and spare clothing… to things as incriminating as the boys collars, and the furry tail butt plugs… not something you want a co-worker to find.
"I was….I was stressed out okay!" Matthew was starting to snap back. tears of frustration, embarrassment and hurt in his eyes
"you are always stressed out Matvey!" oh… this wasn't going anywhere good.
"that's not fair-"
Ivan cut him off, voice booming louder, "no what is not fair is when you do not pull your weight and we end up suffering!"
"now it's two against one?! you knew, you KNEW I had issues from day one! you said you understood and now you're throwing it in my face!" Tears were coursing down his face in earnest now, the subject of his mental health coming under fire.
"guys i don't-" Alfred tried to say he wanted to stay out of it.. but was ignored.
"oh no! you will not cry your way out of this one Matvey! Теперь мы все в опасности , потому что вы были небрежно!
"You're going to scream at me so I can't understand you! fine! Vas te faire foutre, deux peut jouer à ce jeu!"
"очень полезно! Как вы думаете, что собирается получить вас от неприятностей ?"
"Vas donc fourrer une chèvres, ostie d'face de rat ! J'me suis fendu le cul en quatre pour toé!"
"Иди в жопу! перестать бытьнемного сука!"
aaaaand here we go again… No Alfred… why would language ever be an issue? we all speak English… here let me convince you by probably whispering a recipe for pancakes in your ear in french until you fuck me into the mattress… Alfred's head tilted back as he stared at the ceiling. two tongues he had no knowledge of being thrown back and forth in raising tones. He was sure, by this point, the two had an idea of what the other was saying, based on reactions. but neither would admit it. they got nasty when they were like this, Alfred had googled a few of the words he heard. Its was easier on everyone after to pretend no one had a clue what was said in the heat of the moment.
really, you would think with Matthew being so timid… he wouldn't be the one to fight. most people who knew the brothers assumed Alfred had the worse off temper. I mean sure, he would fight. he could yell, and scream and argue… but he was no where near as nasty with it as Matthew. It was always a different dynamic for each of them too…
If Alfred and Matthew fought, they screamed at each other, and either Alfred cried, or it came to a knock down drag out wrestling match that Ivan would split up. the twins would go a day without talking, then Matthew would usually apologize first, and they would patch it up.
If Alfred and Ivan fought, there was a lot of exasperated shouting, plenty of 'you never listen's being thrown about, over use of hand gestures and eventually, Alfred would stalk off towards the woods to cool off, leaving Matthew to calm Ivan.
But Matthew and Ivan were the worst. It always ended the same way… never a variant, never a simply peaceful end. Even if Alfred tried to help, that just lead to him being screamed at as well. He listened as he heard it coming…. right on schedule
Ivan threw his hands in the air "Ёб твою мать! Я не могу даже смотреть на вас прямо сейчас!" turning he stalked off to the door, grabbing his keys and his coat and headed for the car.
Alfred cringed… he hated the thought of him driving like this… but stopping him was pretty... well impossible..
Matthew followed out the door standing in the driveway and shouting after him " foutre le camp alors! Ostie de trou de cul!" Matthew huffed and turned to come back in the house slamming the door only after the car sped away.
Alfred sighed and sat forward waiting. " Ah ben câlice de crisse de tabarnak d'ostie de ciboire du saint-sacement! I can't believe him! How dare he throw that in my face! It's not like I mean to do it! He can be such a god damned asshole! I mean what does he want from me. go to therapy Matvey, did you do your breathing Matvey, you need to learn to calm down da? ugh! " Matthew was in the kitchen now, grabbing a beer out of the fridge and cracking it open. he sat fuming and muttering for a few moments… slowly coming down. was like a match, when you hit him just right, he burst out in anger, but it didn't take long after for it to die down. "I just… I forgot. I was so god damned tired and…. It's… she won't look in the trunk… I mean…" Matthew's breathing got heavier and faster.
Alfred sighed, standing and walking towards his twin. he wrapped arms around Matthew just in time for the crying to start. "Shhh… It's okay… We'll figure it out alright?"
"B-b-but he's so mad at m-me…. and y-you are… It's all my fault! " Matthew clung to Alfred. really… he wanted to be mad at Matthew too. Part of him wanted to yell and scream as well, but two on one never worked well for them. Ivan would drink and say he was a failure, Alfred would get angry and break things, and Matthew would shut himself in a closet and cry for hours.
So, Alfred settled for his current role, Keep Matthew calm for half an hour to an hour until Ivan comes home. It wasn't as hard right now, not having the second car meant he didn't have to stop his brother from jumping in a car himself and searching.
The time crept so slowly. Matthew sobbing the whole time, both boys worrying about Ivan's safety… but before they knew it, they heard the door click open.
There looking exhausted and somewhat guilty stood Ivan, his shoulders drooped, and his eyes down cast. "I… I am sorry I yelled"
Matthew, eyes still red, cheeks stained with tears stood and shuffled over to him. when he got there his face buried into Ivan's chest shakily. "I'm sorry I messed up… and that I yelled" Ivan put his arms around Matthew and leaned his cheek against the curly mop on the boys head.
Alfred sighed in relief before hauling himself up and off the couch towards the other two men. he wiggled his way in, wrapping an arm around each of them. He looked over at his brother and smirked unable to resist. "I told you It was a good point for the con list" Matthew rolled his eyes as they all separated and moved to the couch to calmly discuss what was happening.
as it turned out, if Elizabeta saw anything in that trunk she didn't say a damn thing. though Alfred did notice the occasional extra friendly smile the brothers received whenever they got close….
Теперь мы все в опасности , потому что вы были небрежно! -Now we are all in danger , because you were careless !
Vas te faire foutre! deux peut jouer à ce jeu! - go fuck yourself! Two can play this game !
очень полезно! Как вы думаете, что собирается получить вас от неприятностей ?- very useful! Do you think that 's going to get you out of trouble
Vas donc fourrer une chèvres, ostie d'face de rat ! J'me suis fendu le cul en quatre pour toé!- Go fuck a goat, fucking rat-face ! I tried fucking hard for you (lit: I split my own ass into four parts just for you)
Иди в жопу! перестать бытьнемного сука ! - Kiss my ass! cease to be a little bitch!
"Ёб твою мать! Я не могу даже смотреть на вас прямо сейчас!" - " Fuck your mother! I can not even look at you right now ! "
foutre le camp alors! ! Ostie de trou de cul!" - fuck off then! Fucking asshole!
Ah ben câlice de crisse de tabarnak d'ostie de ciboire du saint-sacement!- doesn't really tanslate into much tbh, it's an expression of intense anger in Quebecois!