Arthur was beyond disturbed, and possibly a little turned on by the nudist man that he had encountered at the park.
He dialed up Alfred's number; Alfred was Matthew's twin.
"Hi!" Alfred's cheery voice practically rang through the phone when he had answered.
"Hello, Alfred." Arthur grumbled; how could anyone be that cheerful?
"Oh. Hi Artie!" The American screeched in the obnoxious way of his.
"Why do you insist on calling me that horrid nickname?" The Brit grumbled yet again.
"It suits you! Why did you call me?" Alfred asked as Arthur never really liked calling the other man.
"I saw a naked man at the park today." Arthur confessed.
"You did? Dude, where do you live?" Alfred laughed his annoying and very American sounding laugh.
Arthur sighed, and told him where he lived.
"Dude, you live right beside the most well-known nudist colony!" Alfred practically shrieked in his ear via the phones that connected them from such a distance.
"What? I do?" Arthur freaked out, and wondered what kind of sick perverts lived over there.
Clearly, he had met one.
"Yeah. Maybe you will meet a cute chick or guy from the colony." Alfred exclaimed; how did he take such things in stride?
"They live naked, and none of them are gentlemen or ladies!" Arthur half-shrieked.
"Are they transgendered?" Alfred asked innocently.
"You are a bloody moron!" Groaned the British man.
"Sorry, I don't speak Brit." Alfred teased in his loud voice.
"It is English. Why am I friends with you?" Arthur exclaimed, suddenly regretting calling the American for help.
"No, it isn't American, so it can't be English. Everyone wants to be friends with the hero!" Alfred chimed in.
"Argh, English came from England. Since when were you a hero?" Arthur retorted.
"I was born a hero." Alfred chorused.
"Who did you save? Your mother, or Matthew?" He challenged,
"Both! They would be lost with out me!" Alfred seemed to generally feel that way which upset Arthur.
He sighed, "'Bye, Alfred."
"Artie!" He dragged out the 'eee' sound at the end of the name.
Arthur hung up anyway.
Francis sighed contently as he recounted the tale of his meeting with an attractive, British gentleman.
Gilbert was bored, and wondered idly if he should call up his ex as an excuse to not hear the praises that Francis uttered towards the non-nudist.
He sighed; Elizabeta had been his girlfriend back in the past before she left the nudist life for that of an Austrian composer's wife.
Gil had been devastated after she had left him; he had sworn off dating nudists after that.
Antonio listened with rapt attention, and seemed to adore the story based off of what he said about it.
Francis finished the story with a flourish, "I would love to meet such a gentleman again."
Finally free, Gilbert could have kissed the other man; he preferred women unlike his two, new friends.