Summary: He had first saw him in a restaurant. Oneshot UkUs
Prompt: something I found on Tumblr.
Pairing: UkUs
AU: human
Start!
Alfred felt his lip tremble but quickly bit it, not wanting to cry in front of a whole restaurant. He looked, once again, outside the window, hoping, wishing, that Ivan would show up.
It had been thirty minutes.
He had refused ordering three times now, hoping that his Russian boyfriend was just running late. That hope, while strong in the beginning, was quickly dimming rapidly.
Forty minutes.
Everyone was shooting him sympathetic and sad looks as they ate, causing him to feel even worse about his situation. The American took a shuddering breath, trying to calm his emotions.
Fifty minutes.
Just as he was about to give up and leave, another blonde man sat down in the chair opposite of him, saying loudly,
"Sorry, love. Traffic has been quite annoying." He lowered his voice, going on to say, "My name is Arthur. Arthur Kirkland. Just go with it, okay? Whomever stood you up doesn't deserve you." Alfred looked at him in amazement.
"My... My name's Alfred Foster Jones. It's nice to meet you." He said, trying to be formal. Arthur laughed softly.
"It's nice to meet you too. Now, shall we order?" Alfred nodded, feeling dizzy with happiness. This man, whom he didn't even know, had made him feel better about his situation, despite, once again, them not knowing each other.
Alfred was undeniably happy.
Later, after the meal, Arthur and Alfred knew a lot more about each other. They were outside the restaurant, laughing and holding hands loosely. Alfred was quiet for a minute, then asked,
"Why did you do that? I'm really happy that you did it, but, why?" Arthur sighed through his nose.
"Well, Alfred, I was once stood up like that. I just saw you try not to cry, and, well, I sympathised with you. I'm happy that you're happy." Alfred smiled, pushing his glasses up his nose.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, love." Arthur said, tightening his grip on Alfred's hand. Alfred slightly blushed. Arthur smiled and said, "Well, it's getting late. Want to do this again?"
"What? Me get dumped by my boyfriend?" Alfred said, quirking his eyebrow. Arthur knocked his knuckles lightly against his head, smirking.
"No, you silly git, go on a date." Alfred blushed.
"Uh, yeah, um... Sure." Wow. Smooth. Arthur laughed.
"Next Thursday?"
"Okay." Arthur smiled.
"Bye, Alfred."
"Bye." As he watched Arthur walk away, he bounced in the balls of his feet. That was unplanned, awesome, and amazing! Alfred pulled his phone out and clicked on the number that Arthur had given to him.
Alfred: thanks 3