Francis's woo Arthur plan proceeded after that disastrous picnic; well, disastrous for them.
The French nudist had taken it upon himself to write a several page, love poem just for Arthur, describing exactly why he loved him.
He even bought a bouquet of red roses as they expressed romantic love, and appeared at Arthur's apartment door with his gifts that were for the lovable Brit.
He knocked and waited once Matthew saw him, he rushed off to find Arthur.
The Briton was relunctant to answer the door that held a Frenchman on the other side.
Arthur gave Francis an incredulous look upon seeing his gifts with a dressed up Francis presenting him.
"Why are you here?" Arthur grumbled.
"To express my love for you better." Francis chimed in flambouyantly.
"No." Arthur went to shut the door.
"At least take them, may be you'll change your mind later." Francis seemed extremely confident of this fact.
Arthur snagged the gifts to make the Frenchman leave, and vanished with in the house.
The British gentleman threw the roses in the trash, and went to do the same with the poem when Matthew stopped him.
"He took the time to write that, and spent his own money to get you flowers; please at least read what he wrote." Matthew pleaded since that had probably taken a lot of time and money from the Frenchman to show that he really did love Arther, no matter what the Brit thought.
"You have it then." Arthur shoved it in to Matt's hands, and headed back to his bedroom to sleep away the headache that he felt coming on.
"He's so sweet." Mattie cooed, and rushed back to Arthur's side.
Arthur glared at his Canadian friend.
"You should read it." Matthew nudged the poem in to Arthur's hand before he left the room.
The British man relunctantly read the sugary sweet words that the Frenchman had written about him.
He would never admit it, but the words made his heart flutter and sing.
Arthur wrote it off as a lie while he secretly waited for what Francis would do next.
"Francis requested that we triple date for tonight, and he wants you as his date." Matthew pouted as he explained what the goal was for that evening.
"No." Arthur grumbled as he thought back to the disastrous picnic that he had attended.
"Come on, please." Mattie begged even Gil had been excited about them all hanging out together again.
"I said no." Arthur grumbled. and tried to avoid looking at Matthew's very convincing puppy eyes.
"Please, Arthur." Matt continued to beg.
"Fine." Arthur grumbled, "I won't like it though."
Arthur found himself nervous about how the date would go; did Francis really mean the words that he had written?