It was just a completely normal, calm day for Arthur. He was jut sitting at home, having afternoon tea as per usual. He sat by the window, looking outside at the changing atmosphere.
It was November now, and the chill of winter was just starting to set in. The leaves on the trees were turning all sorts of reds and browns, and the sunlight was falling softly on the land, giving it a sort of golden hue. The perfect atmosphere to enjoy tea and a good book.
Yes, it was just a normal day for Arthur. But, things never did go well for Arthur on normal days, did they?
"MERRRY CHRISTMAS!" A familiar(annoying) voice shouted out, coming straight from the chimney.
Arthur jumped, startled,"What the bloody hell!"
A santa hat covered head appeared out of the chimney, grinning despite the soot covering his dirty face.
"Have no fear, the hero is here!" Alfred shouted out, making Arthur rub his poor ears. "ALFRED, YOU BLOODY WANKER. What the hell are you doing in my chimney this time?!"
Alfred's grin, if even possible, grew wider,"It's time for Christmas celebrations, Artie! Isn't it obvious?"
Arthur looked at him in complete bewilderment,"It's the beginning of November, first of all, and secondly, that doesn't mean you can pop out of my chimney like a goddamn mole! And don't call me Artie."
Alfred pouted, and, completely ignoring Arthur's last statement, tutted at Arthur, "Where is your Christmas spirit, Artie?! Sure, it's November now, but Christmas is just around the corner."
Arthur sighed, rubbing his temples in an irritated motion. He needed a drink..."What about thanksgive, or whatever your stupid American tradition was?"
Alfred rolled his eyes,"It's all apart of the holiday spirit, Arthur. Also..." Alfred looked away for a second, looking slightly embarrassed,"While we're on the topic of holiday spirit, cheer and good will and stuff, umm..."
Arthur glared at Alfred,"What is it now, Alfred?"
"I think I'm stuck, can you help me out?" Alfred asked, grinning unabashed, a hand cradling the back of his head.
Alfred knew he was fucked when he saw the gains visible pop on Arthur's forehead.
"YOUR FAT ASS GOT STUCK IN MY CHIMNEY AGAIN?! ALFRED F JONES!"
~A/N~
Hello readers(who have decided to read my little note...)
I just want you to know, yes, this will be 25 oneshots for Christmas. If you, the reader, could post any suggestions or request in the review box, I will gladly make a story for you. Only 25 will be picked, obviously, so ask away. Try suggesting a ship you like, a song, a plot, anything for me to go off of.
Thank you!