Late Christmas Shopping
Arthur was in a mad rush. Life had caught him in an endless loop of work, and as a result, late Christmas shopping. Per usual for late-December shopping malls, there were thousands of other people rushing around and fighting to get the right gifts and good bargains. Children were screaming, people were running, people were yelling, security was at its height, in short, it was hell.
It seemed like fate was out to get him today, the one shop he needed to get to was right in front of the sitting-on-Santa's-lap thing. Of course, this meant that he was struggling to move and breathe as he attempted to get through the crowd of tiny children and parents pushing their way to the front of the line.
What made him think pushing through angry mothers would work, he didn't know. Rather than making his way out of the crowd, he seemed to have made his way to the centre. It was at this moment that Arthur Kirkland cursed his life, for what had started out as a good month, with the work promotion and all, had turned into a dreadful one.
"Ho, ho, ho, what do we have here? Aren't you a little too young to have kids? Or is it you that wants to sit on big ol' Santa's lap? Now that I wouldn't mind." Arthur paused in his musings and turned to face who he expected to be a fat, old man with a beard and glasses. He had the beard and glasses part right, but the fat, old man part not so much. Arthur didn't reply, simply stared at the man before him. He was obviously wearing some kind of fat-suit, because the man's face was far from chubby or old; he had tanned skin, a lovely complexion, golden-blonde hair, beautiful, big, round, baby blue eyes that seemed to sparkle with hope – for what reason, he didn't know – and a wide, beaming smile directed solely down at him. After a while longer of staring, the man spoke up once again.
"Uh, anybody in there? You're holding up the line, and I really don't want those angry moms to be any angrier than they already are. So, if you're not here to sit on my lap then I'm gonna be disappointed for reals and will have to ask you to leave." Now that got Arthur's attention.
"What?" he asked, disbelief written all over his face, "What do you mean you'll be disappointed?"
"Ah. Did I say that part out loud?" The man asked with a sheepish grin and a light flush to his cheeks, "Well, we'll have to continue this conversation later, because my boss is glaring at me along with another 300 women and its making me really uncomfortable, and uh, my name is Alfred I get off at 5 maybe we could get some coffee?" The man, now known as Alfred, spoke in a single breath.
"Um, sure?" Arthur replied without thinking.
"Cool beans, alright well you're gonna have to move, otherwise you're gonna be trampled by a mob of angry moms." Alfred pushed Arthur to the side gently, and in came a typhoon of said angry mothers.
Arthur was about to continue his shopping before everything caught up with him, "Did I just agree to a date with Santa!?"
This went in a completely different way than I had intended it to... This took like an hour to do I don't even know what happened I just had this sudden urge to do a Christmas USUK fic... and I'm pretty sure there's going to be more to come haha
Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Merry Christmas!