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AN: just a little something. and there is swearing in this but i don't think it needs a warning. it's the FACE family, ofcourse there would be swearing.
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"You ..... not so smart person!! What the fudge were you thinking!"
"I did nothing wrong. He fucking started it!"
"Swear jar!" a voice piped up.
Mathieu grumbled and dug in his pocket, finding a dollar and putting it in the jar that was held up to him. He turned back to you and sent you a glare. You returned his look gladly and huffed.

To clear some things up, Al was annoying Mat and just at the moment he punched Al in the face, you came walking in. Seeing Al lying on the ground with blood dripping from his nose you started yelling at Mat.

"But he didn't punch you, did he?!" you said, pointing to the still unconscious American.
Mat looked at you, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
"...no.."
"Sorry, what" you said, not quite hearing the Canadian.
"I said 'no'." he said a bit louder. He picked his brother up and slung him over his shoulder. "I'm gonna bring him upstairs." and with that he was gone. You sighed. "These two..."
"If he wakes up, tell him to stop to fucking annoy me!" you heard him yell from upstairs.
"Swear ja-" you cut Oliver off and put a dollar of yourself in the jar. "Here, I'll pay for him."
"Oh no poppet. I can't let you do that." Oliver said. "Don't worry about it Ollie, I can miss it." you smiled at him. He smiled back and went to the kitchen, probably to bake something which would most likely be cupcakes.

~time skip~

"SHIT!!"
Oliver peaked around the corner of the kitchen, glaring in the direction of the stairs.
"Al, keep your voice down!" a hushed voice followed.
"But there is blood on my fucking face!"
The Englishman dusted his hands off and walked towards the stairs.
"You have had blood on your face before what's the big difference?!"
"But I didn't fucking murder anyone this time!!"
Oliver slowly started walking.
"I'll explain, just stay quiet please."
"But-"
"CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY, YOU DUMB TOFFU-EATING AMERICAN!!"
You winched at the loud, booming voice of a certain Canadian. You heard rushed footsteps on the stairs.
"SWEAR JAR!! That will be 2 dollars for Mat and 3 dollars for Al."
That statement was soon followed by the grumbling of two brothers. Really, they never learn.

~Time skip ~

STAAAARRRREEEE~
"(F/n), what are you doing?" Al asked the (h/c) haired girl sitting across him. You just continued to stare.
"(f/n)...."
"…"
"Oi.."
STAAARRRREEEE~
"Oi (f/n)! What the fuck are you doing!" The red eyed male yelled, getting a bit uncomfortable.
You blinked, looking around and then back to him. "Just observing."
He raised a brow at you.
"Say, Al." you said, looking around again. "You swore so where is Oliver."
"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen that pink creep in a while."
You stood up and walked in the kitchen and looked around. There stood freshly baked cupcakes on the counter, a recently used bag with frosting and new cupcakes in the oven. But no Oliver.
"Oliver." You called, but no answer.
You turned around and walked back. "He isn't in the kitchen."
"I shouldn’t worry about it. It's not like he will kill someone." Al said, looking at the TV.
You gave him an 'are-you-serious' face.
"Al-" "Okay, maybe he will." the male said before you could finish your sentence.

~Time skip, again ~
"Oliver!!!!!!!!!!"
A shriek sounded through the house. And for a good reason. In front of you stood Oliver, red stains on his soft, pink vest and light blue bowtie.
"Please tell me those stains are from cherry frosting."
He looked at his clothes and then back at you. "These stains are from cherry frosting." He said while smiling kindly. You face palmed.
"Who did you kill this time? The man who said you were a little girl?"
He grinned. "How did you guess poppet?"

~Time skip, another one ~

You heard the front door open and close. You looked over the back of the cough. A grumpy Frenchman had come home. "Hello François." You greeted and received a grunt back. He walked up the stairs and you turned back to the TV. Your series just ended and a new program began.
"Yo Al!" you yelled, still staring at the TV. "American horror story!!!"
You heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs and in no time a red eyed American jumped beside you on the couch. You grinned and leaned back, watching the series.

Sometime later, yells began coming from the living room.
"OH MY FROSTNG FRIDGE"
"SHE WAS FREAKING DEAD!!!! I WAS FREAKING RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME"
You were into it alright.

"What the hell Traddeus.
What the hell" All said, not believing what just happened. He put 2 dollar in the swear jar. Jup, Oliver had put in on the table in front of you, knowing the swearing wouldn't decrease until the end.

"Nora!! That's NOT your baby" you yelled at the TV, face palming at the stupidity of the actors. If they would just listen to you, they wouldn't be dead or betrayed.

~Time skip, so many time skip’s ~

You just had dinner and were laying on the couch, playing with your hair in a bored manner. Really, there was nothing to do.
Al was to the store, after dinner he wanted a vegetarian dessert. When there was nothing, he grabbed his baseball bat and walked out grumbling.
Francois was watching his favourite TV-show so you would better not interrupt him. Oliver was somewhere around the house doing the laundry and Mathieu, Mathieu hasn't come out of his room and you have no clue as to what he is up to. Now that you think about it, why not check it out?

You got off the couch and made your way upstairs. Arriving at the top you could see a polar beer sitting in front of Mat's door like a watchdog, Kuma.
You smiled and walked up to the bear. Kuma lifted his head to look at you.
"Hey buddy." You said, bringing your hand up to scratch him under his head. He let you and leaned a little in to your hand.
"Do you know what Mat's doing in there?" You asked him. He just looked at you. You giggled. "Do you mind if I knock."
As if to say 'go ahead', Kuma stepped aside.

Knock, Knock.

"..."
You heard grumbling coming from inside. "Mat, it's me."
The door opened to reveal an annoyed Canadian. "What?"
"What are you doing~" you asked sweetly, shifting back and forth on your feet and hands behind your back.
"..."
Silence. He just stared at you. And just then the door was slammed shut in your face. You stumbled back, blinking in confusion. When it you had realised what had happened, you put on a scowl. Oh he had done it.
You took three steps back. "Oh Mat~" you said the tone in your voice a bit too sweet. You dashed to the door, jumped with your right leg stretched forward and ninja-kicked the door. "Wanna come and play~?" Your glowing (e/c) eyes scanned the room.
Mat sat on a chair, just looking at you, seemingly not faced. But you saw one hand gripping the edge of his desk in fright and smirked.

~Time skip, hahahhaha//shot//~

"Hey Oliver." You came walking into the living room. "Yes poppet?" The Britt answered you. "Where did you put the first aid kit?"
He raised a brow at you, looking for any bruises or cut you might have. "In the cabinet under the sink. Why poppet? Did you hurt yourself?"
You shook your head and walked to the kitchen. "No. Mat had an accident." Oliver frowned. Sure, Mathieu had 'accidents', but those involved murdering poachers in the woods.
"What happened?" The blue eyed male asked. You didn't answer him and walked up the stairs, first aid kit in hand.

~Time skip~

A grinning American walked inside the house. He tossed his baseball bat in the umbrella stand by the wall. "(F/n)!" He called. "Hear up, a man in the store took the last vegetarian dessert and I couldn't let that happen. So I walked up to him, slammed my bat at him and took the dessert. Ha! You should have seen th-"
He stopped talking when a grumbling Mat came walking down the stairs with you behind him. He was all bandaged up.
"Yo... Mat..... what happened to you?"
Mat just grumbled and made his way to the couch. François looked at him with a raised brow, but didn't ask any questions.
Al looked at you and you just smiled sweetly. "Mat had an accident so I bandaged him up. Don't worry about it." You walked away from him and towards the kitchen. When you were gone, Al walked up to his brother. "What-" Mat held his hand over his brothers mouth, successfully shutting him up.

“Who wants cupcake- Mathieu!! What happened to you!?” Oliver rushed over to a frustrated Mat.
“Nothing!! For fucks sake!!”
Oliver frowned at his choice of words but decided to let it slip. “Mat, you’re covered in bandages, that’s not nothing. Now tell me, what happened.” He said with a stern face. The Canadian sighed.
He was about to tell Oliver when you came walking back in the living room. “Hey guys.”
Everybody looked at you with questioning eyes. You sweat dropped. “Is there something on my face or something?”
Oliver stood up and stood in front of you. “No poppet, nothing is wrong with your face. We were just curious as to what happened to Mat.” He said with a warm voice. You blinked your (e/c) eyes and started giggling after some silence.
“Mat just had a little ‘accident’.” You said while smirking and your eyes started to glow (E/c). Mat gulped and leaned closer to his brother.

"Just know you should not piss her off."

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AN: just a little something. and there is swearing in this but i don't think it needs a warning. it's the FACE family, ofcourse there would be swearing.
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"You ..... not so smart person!! What the fudge were you thinking!"
"I did nothing wrong. He fucking started it!"
"Swear jar!" a voice piped up.
Mathieu grumbled and dug in his pocket, finding a dollar and putting it in the jar that was held up to him. He turned back to you and sent you a glare. You returned his look gladly and huffed.

To clear some things up, Al was annoying Mat and just at the moment he punched Al in the face, you came walking in. Seeing Al lying on the ground with blood dripping from his nose you started yelling at Mat.

"But he didn't punch you, did he?!" you said, pointing to the still unconscious American.
Mat looked at you, his eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses.
"...no.."
"Sorry, what" you said, not quite hearing the Canadian.
"I said 'no'." he said a bit louder. He picked his brother up and slung him over his shoulder. "I'm gonna bring him upstairs." and with that he was gone. You sighed. "These two..."
"If he wakes up, tell him to stop to fucking annoy me!" you heard him yell from upstairs.
"Swear ja-" you cut Oliver off and put a dollar of yourself in the jar. "Here, I'll pay for him."
"Oh no poppet. I can't let you do that." Oliver said. "Don't worry about it Ollie, I can miss it." you smiled at him. He smiled back and went to the kitchen, probably to bake something which would most likely be cupcakes.

~time skip~

"SHIT!!"
Oliver peaked around the corner of the kitchen, glaring in the direction of the stairs.
"Al, keep your voice down!" a hushed voice followed.
"But there is blood on my fucking face!"
The Englishman dusted his hands off and walked towards the stairs.
"You have had blood on your face before what's the big difference?!"
"But I didn't fucking murder anyone this time!!"
Oliver slowly started walking.
"I'll explain, just stay quiet please."
"But-"
"CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY, YOU DUMB TOFFU-EATING AMERICAN!!"
You winched at the loud, booming voice of a certain Canadian. You heard rushed footsteps on the stairs.
"SWEAR JAR!! That will be 2 dollars for Mat and 3 dollars for Al."
That statement was soon followed by the grumbling of two brothers. Really, they never learn.

~Time skip ~

STAAAARRRREEEE~
"(F/n), what are you doing?" Al asked the (h/c) haired girl sitting across him. You just continued to stare.
"(f/n)...."
"…"
"Oi.."
STAAARRRREEEE~
"Oi (f/n)! What the fuck are you doing!" The red eyed male yelled, getting a bit uncomfortable.
You blinked, looking around and then back to him. "Just observing."
He raised a brow at you.
"Say, Al." you said, looking around again. "You swore so where is Oliver."
"Now that you mention it, I haven't seen that pink creep in a while."
You stood up and walked in the kitchen and looked around. There stood freshly baked cupcakes on the counter, a recently used bag with frosting and new cupcakes in the oven. But no Oliver.
"Oliver." You called, but no answer.
You turned around and walked back. "He isn't in the kitchen."
"I shouldn’t worry about it. It's not like he will kill someone." Al said, looking at the TV.
You gave him an 'are-you-serious' face.
"Al-" "Okay, maybe he will." the male said before you could finish your sentence.

~Time skip, again ~
"Oliver!!!!!!!!!!"
A shriek sounded through the house. And for a good reason. In front of you stood Oliver, red stains on his soft, pink vest and light blue bowtie.
"Please tell me those stains are from cherry frosting."
He looked at his clothes and then back at you. "These stains are from cherry frosting." He said while smiling kindly. You face palmed.
"Who did you kill this time? The man who said you were a little girl?"
He grinned. "How did you guess poppet?"

~Time skip, another one ~

You heard the front door open and close. You looked over the back of the cough. A grumpy Frenchman had come home. "Hello François." You greeted and received a grunt back. He walked up the stairs and you turned back to the TV. Your series just ended and a new program began.
"Yo Al!" you yelled, still staring at the TV. "American horror story!!!"
You heard heavy footsteps coming from the stairs and in no time a red eyed American jumped beside you on the couch. You grinned and leaned back, watching the series.

Sometime later, yells began coming from the living room.
"OH MY FROSTNG FRIDGE"
"SHE WAS FREAKING DEAD!!!! I WAS FREAKING RIGHT THE WHOLE TIME"
You were into it alright.

"What the hell Traddeus.
What the hell" All said, not believing what just happened. He put 2 dollar in the swear jar. Jup, Oliver had put in on the table in front of you, knowing the swearing wouldn't decrease until the end.

"Nora!! That's NOT your baby" you yelled at the TV, face palming at the stupidity of the actors. If they would just listen to you, they wouldn't be dead or betrayed.

~Time skip, so many time skip’s ~

You just had dinner and were laying on the couch, playing with your hair in a bored manner. Really, there was nothing to do.
Al was to the store, after dinner he wanted a vegetarian dessert. When there was nothing, he grabbed his baseball bat and walked out grumbling.
Francois was watching his favourite TV-show so you would better not interrupt him. Oliver was somewhere around the house doing the laundry and Mathieu, Mathieu hasn't come out of his room and you have no clue as to what he is up to. Now that you think about it, why not check it out?

You got off the couch and made your way upstairs. Arriving at the top you could see a polar beer sitting in front of Mat's door like a watchdog, Kuma.
You smiled and walked up to the bear. Kuma lifted his head to look at you.
"Hey buddy." You said, bringing your hand up to scratch him under his head. He let you and leaned a little in to your hand.
"Do you know what Mat's doing in there?" You asked him. He just looked at you. You giggled. "Do you mind if I knock."
As if to say 'go ahead', Kuma stepped aside.

Knock, Knock.

"..."
You heard grumbling coming from inside. "Mat, it's me."
The door opened to reveal an annoyed Canadian. "What?"
"What are you doing~" you asked sweetly, shifting back and forth on your feet and hands behind your back.
"..."
Silence. He just stared at you. And just then the door was slammed shut in your face. You stumbled back, blinking in confusion. When it you had realised what had happened, you put on a scowl. Oh he had done it.
You took three steps back. "Oh Mat~" you said the tone in your voice a bit too sweet. You dashed to the door, jumped with your right leg stretched forward and ninja-kicked the door. "Wanna come and play~?" Your glowing (e/c) eyes scanned the room.
Mat sat on a chair, just looking at you, seemingly not faced. But you saw one hand gripping the edge of his desk in fright and smirked.

~Time skip, hahahhaha//shot//~

"Hey Oliver." You came walking into the living room. "Yes poppet?" The Britt answered you. "Where did you put the first aid kit?"
He raised a brow at you, looking for any bruises or cut you might have. "In the cabinet under the sink. Why poppet? Did you hurt yourself?"
You shook your head and walked to the kitchen. "No. Mat had an accident." Oliver frowned. Sure, Mathieu had 'accidents', but those involved murdering poachers in the woods.
"What happened?" The blue eyed male asked. You didn't answer him and walked up the stairs, first aid kit in hand.

~Time skip~

A grinning American walked inside the house. He tossed his baseball bat in the umbrella stand by the wall. "(F/n)!" He called. "Hear up, a man in the store took the last vegetarian dessert and I couldn't let that happen. So I walked up to him, slammed my bat at him and took the dessert. Ha! You should have seen th-"
He stopped talking when a grumbling Mat came walking down the stairs with you behind him. He was all bandaged up.
"Yo... Mat..... what happened to you?"
Mat just grumbled and made his way to the couch. François looked at him with a raised brow, but didn't ask any questions.
Al looked at you and you just smiled sweetly. "Mat had an accident so I bandaged him up. Don't worry about it." You walked away from him and towards the kitchen. When you were gone, Al walked up to his brother. "What-" Mat held his hand over his brothers mouth, successfully shutting him up.

“Who wants cupcake- Mathieu!! What happened to you!?” Oliver rushed over to a frustrated Mat.
“Nothing!! For fucks sake!!”
Oliver frowned at his choice of words but decided to let it slip. “Mat, you’re covered in bandages, that’s not nothing. Now tell me, what happened.” He said with a stern face. The Canadian sighed.
He was about to tell Oliver when you came walking back in the living room. “Hey guys.”
Everybody looked at you with questioning eyes. You sweat dropped. “Is there something on my face or something?”
Oliver stood up and stood in front of you. “No poppet, nothing is wrong with your face. We were just curious as to what happened to Mat.” He said with a warm voice. You blinked your (e/c) eyes and started giggling after some silence.
“Mat just had a little ‘accident’.” You said while smirking and your eyes started to glow (E/c). Mat gulped and leaned closer to his brother.

"Just know you should not piss her off."