Stupid fruk oneshot

(Very short fruk fic cuz ive never written any fic before)
Arthur and Francis came to an argument...again. But worry not! Matthew is there to help!
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"Again...?" Sighed an exhausted yet concerned Matthew. Sitting across the couch from him was Francis, hugging his legs like he was about to cry, as if he didn't twenty minutes ago. Arthur and him had another fight which had him in his feels; Arthur yelled that he hated him. he knew that it wasn't sincere and that Arthur was simply just too frustrated, though it still stings.

"I can't believe he'd say that to me! I mean— you must also think that his cuisine is awful, Right!? It's simply the truth!" He cried, certainly didn't see how he was rude in any way. He looked away as he wiped a tear before it made its way to his cheek, sniffing as he did so.
"I- ...well, perhaps an apology could suffice, eh?" Matthew was all too well with how this entire scenario would play out, he'd always be the one to comfort Francis when everyone else refused to...how couldn't he in spite of everything?

Matthew walked through the halls in search of Arthur with Francis alongside him, looking as sheepish as ever, he wasn't one to apologize easily but Matthew being the adorable little almost-son he is, one way or another convinced him.
He was getting impatient "ugh! Where is that stupid black sheep..."
"...maybe don't call him that? It'll be easier if you two just started respecting each other instead of fighting all the time, eh? You know alfred and i—"
"There! There he is!" He was rudely interrupted by Francis' declare.
Arthur was sitting alone sipping tea in the outdoor garden, looking at him from near by window and sticking out his tongue; in a mocking manner. yet he wasn't barely visible

Arthur picked up a biscuit, about to take a bite before he stared at the beautiful scenery ahead, the garden was almost like his secret haven, away from all the chaos and arguments. Though his relaxation sequence abruptly came to an end when he noticed two familiar figures stepping closer to him. He turned his head, immediately recognizing Matthew and smiling, but as soon as his eyes fell on francis he stiffened and looked away.

"Hmph, i supposed that's where the smell of fried rats came from."
He smirked looking away, he can already imagine the aggravated expression on Francis's face.
Francis' eyebrows twitched, his foot tapping on the ground repeatedly as his arms were folded.
"Strange how you would say that considering your past with smelling like feces in the 1800's, you should be used to the smell by now."
"Tch—"  it's safe to say that Matthew definitely felt the piercing stares between the two parties, an intense air covered the surrounding atmosphere.
"Can we reach a middle ground here?" Matthew sighed.
"Not to..sound rude or anything but everyone knows you two will run into each other's arms in no time.."
His point was irrefutable, "tsk- that's- just not true at all!" Arthur almost spat his tea, his favorite fancy tea cup shaking in his hand as he tried to get his point across.

"...your last fight was-"
"3 days ago." Francis interrupted matthew.
"You made up in the same day, honestly i think it's a new record. Not arguing for three days? Im definitely proud of you two."
Both of them rolled their eyes with a slight chuckle, but side eyeing not a second after. Really do quarrel like an old married couple..

A day later, matthew and alfred were walking into the meeting room together, to no one's surprise- they saw francis and arthur sitting in the empty room, incredibly close to each other, holding hands and whispering. As soon as the twins made their presence known, the old couple immediately started distancing- the brit was almost kicking the french away. Francis smiling as he was being pushed away.
His face red as a tomato knowing he was caught.

The twins just chuckled as they sat down and waited for everyone else.
They were all used to it.