Cuts - FrUk family

Matthew yawned as he entered the kitchen. Of course, no one was awake yet. He grumbled about how lazy they were, searching through the cabinets before pulling out a medium-sized frying pan. He set it on the counter top before going to the fridge and taking out pancake mix, butter, syrup, all that stuff. He set that on the counter top as well, and sighed.  He paused, trying to remember what else he needed to get out. "Now..... ah, plates." He mumbled, slowly making his way to the last cabinet to the left, and opening it.

A loud crash woke Francis up. While Arthur paid it no mind, the Frenchman shot out of bed and into the kitchen. He knew Matthew was always the first one awake. And sure enough, there was the Canadian, standing barefoot on a pile of shattered glass, far too afraid to move.

"Mattieu, what happened?!" Francis helped the smaller man away from the glass, picking him up as best he could.

"I-I broke a plate.. Je suis tellement désolée, qui a été assiette préférée de papa .."

Francis shook his head and set the smaller male down on a chair, setting his feet up on the table. He ignored the blood from Matthew's foot that had smudged on his hand.

"Ce n'est pas grave. Are you bleeding anywhere else..?" He was a bit frantic to get the bandages, neosporin, and tweezers. Just in case, of course. Matthew checked his hands.

"N-Non, i'm okay..." The Canadian whimpered softly as Francis put medicine on the cut. After checking for glass, of course. He bit his lower lip when Arthur walked in, rubbing his eyes.

"Alright, Alright, what happened.." He muttered, looking at the two.

"Mattieu broke a plate. He cut his foot too..."

The Brit looked over at the pile of shattered glass and groaned. Dammit. That one had been expensive, too. He shrugged it off and went to get a broom and dust pan.

"The cut's not too deep, is it?" He called from the pantry.

"Non, it's okay.... He'll  just have to keep his foot up until tomorrow." Francis smiled up at Matthew and kissed his forehead. He held the bandage in place for a minute or so before letting go. "I'm just glad you don't need stitches."

Arthur nodded, sweeping up the glass quietly.

"and don't worry about the dish. You'll just have to pay for it, that's all."

"Arthur!"

"What? It was expensive."

"He's injured, give him a break!"

Matthew sighed as his parents began to fight. He figured this would happen, but at least this time he could actually do something about it.

"Maman, Papa, it's okay." He said, still quiet as ever. "I'll pay for the plate. It was Papa's favorite, after all."

Arthur gave Francis a smug grin. Said Frenchman huffed.

"... Fine, mais, don't worry too much about it.."

"I won't, Maman."

The Canadian tried to get up, but Francis wouldn't let him.

"Non. Stay right here. I'll make breakfast for you."

Another kiss to the forehead, making the smaller blond giggle slightly. He nodded and sat there quietly and watched Francis cook, while Arthur finished cleaning up the shard of glass and a bit of blood that had dripped onto the floor. The Brit sat in his usual spot, facing away from the window, and patted Matthew's head.

"If Alfred teases you, tell him that he'll be paying for the plate."

Another soft chuckle on the Canadian's part.