#aph franada

France vs England World Cup 2022 colorized

Also this was mun after those penalties during Ned vs Arg

Canada: …why are you naked on my bed ?

France:

|Brotherly!Platonic!Franada Aesthetic|

Matthew smiles and heads to his room, switching out the sweatpants he's wearing for some slacks. It's a fairly warm day with a slightly cool breeze, so he puts on a red hoodie with a white maple leaf on the back.

The Canadian then goes back into the living room and reads while waiting for the Frenchman to arrive.

Exactly one hour from his last message, Francis knocks on the door, holding a bouquet of white and red roses behind his back.

Matthew smiles at the sound, marking his place in the book and going to the door. As soon as he opens it, Francis reveals the flowers. "For you, mon amour.~" 

Matthew's eyes widen and he smiles at his boyfriend, "Merci, ma colombe. They're beautiful!"

He takes the flowers and delicately sniffs them, his smile widening at the scent. "Come on in while I find a vase." Matthew offers as he turns around, having just the vase in mind. 

Francis follows him in, leaning on the doorway as he watches the Canadian prepare a vase. Matthew smiles sweetly as he sets the vase on the dining table and Francis's heart melts.

"You look adorable, mon Matthieu~" Matthew's face turns a bright pink at the compliment, his violet eyes sparkling with delight.

"Thank you, Francis. Where are we going?" Matthew asks, offering a hand for Francis to take.

The French nation automatically lifts Matthew's hand to his lips and kisses it softly, grinning at the pleased smile on the Canadian's face. "Zhat would be a surprise, mon cher." He chuckles at the unamused expression Matthew makes. "Come on, you'll love it!" 

"Yeah… I will." Matthew concedes, letting Francis lead him out of the house.

He raises an eyebrow when Francis grabs a picnic basket that he had hidden, a smile creeping across his face. So, it's a picnic today, huh? 

The couple walks for a little while, Francis telling funny stories along the way. After ten to fifteen minutes, Francis reaches up and covers Matthew's eyes. 

"Francis! Come on." Matthew complains good-naturedly, laughing as he tries to remove the hand.

"I don't want you to see it until it's time!" Francis announces and Matthew laughs.

"Alright, alright. We're almost there, right?" 

"Right. Just trust me." Francis carefully leads the Canadian, his heart melting at the small 'I do trust you,' that Matthew whispers.

"Alright, here we are." Francis says when they finally stop, "Trois, deux, un." He counts down, removing his hand after one.

Matthew immediately looks around, a gasp falling from his mouth. "It's beautiful! How did you find this place?" 

Francis grins at his reaction, "I was exploring zhe ozher day and stumbled upon zhis place. Do you like it?" 

Unable to rip his eyes away from the massive field of flowers, Matthew nods, "Like it? I love it!" 

"Bien. Now, let's eat, my maple leaf." Francis takes the Canadian's hand again, leading him to a clear area and pulling a blanket from the basket. He spreads it out and they sit down, pulling food from the basket. 

The warmth of the setting sun comforts them as they eat and chat, the fading light bringing a subtle beauty to the meadow. When he finishes eating, Francis picks a few of the closest flowers and begins weaving a flower crown for Matthew.

He sets it on top of the Canadian's head, careful to avoid his curl, and smiles, "Now you truly are mon prince." Francis winks, causing Matthew to blush and smile one of Francis's favorite smiles.

It lights up his eyes and causes him to look more angelic than he already does. Francis loves nothing more than to be the cause of that smile.

They remain in the meadow long after the stars come out, neither wanting to leave the other. However, it soon gets too cold to remain outside much longer so they make the walk back to Matthew's house and curl up together with some hot chocolate.

All in all, one perfect date in Matthew's opinion.