Alfred dragged his poor feet into his flat, his eyes filled with tears. What a horrible day. Even though being a mailman at a giant company wasn't that hard, it still worn him out. He straightened his bowtie and caught a look of his brother Mathew raising his head and a brow.

"Did he ignore you again?" he asked. His brother was off today. Alfred sniffled and began to talk with a strained voice. "I tried to talk to him when I handed him his package, I did! But he just said thank you and and.." he sniffled, rubbing his eyes. Mathew sighed, obviously used to Alfred and his crying. He became a little annoyed.

Poor Alfred had a crush on his manager Arthur Kirkland, when the man hardly even acknowledged him anyways. Alfred would come home day by day crying and weeping over the man, and Mathew was used to it. Mathew gave a small smile though, his soft instincts coming into effect as he stood up and handed his brother a tissue. Alfred blew his nose into it, making quite of a loud noise.

"I'm going to try to talk to him tomorrow." The man said, adjusting his large round glasses and heading into his room across the flat, slamming the door that had many pictures of the man he loved. It was kind of creepy, one would think, but Mathew ignored it and Alfred thought it was perfectly normal.

Alfred sat on his bed with a thump, pulling off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. They were red and irritated from crying. He reached over on his bedside table and took out a wrapped burger he had saved there earlier and unwrapped it, taking a bite. He looked at his wall, a picture of Arthur hung and he puffed out his cheeks. Alfred stood up, set the burger down and went to the picture.

He straightened his bow tie, put on a friendly face. "Hi, Mr. Kirkland I was just wondering if you'd like to come to dinner with me tonight." He said, flashing the picture a wide toothy grin. Arthur's face in the picture wasn't particularly happy, but Alfred needed to practice talking to the man with something.

Once again, one would think it was creepy that he had so many pictures of Arthur, but Alfred just loved the man so much, he couldn't take it. Whenever the shorter man would look at him or walk past him, Alfred's heart pounded and his chest hurt, his cheeks would flush darkly and he would become nervous. The usual talkative man would be nervous and speechless around him.

Alfred ran a hand through his hair and gave up on the picture. He pulled off his bowtie, and his shirt and headed to the bathroom. Maybe Arthur didn't like how he looked? He inspected his chest, it being quite muscly under his dress shirt which would make him look scrawny. He put his face close to the mirror, narrowing his eyes. His eyes were bright blue, as blue as the see his mother would tell him. He didn't think he looked that bad, but Alfred's confidence wasn't too big.

And to think he had a meeting with Mr. Kirkland the very next day made him much more nervous, and he turned around, starting up a shower. It was a long day.

End of Chapter 1.

Hey guys. C; This AU is based off a wonderful Tumblr blogger who made it up and draws the AU all the time. C; She even has a little ask blog for Mailman Alfred. If you'd like to visit the ask blog, it is here http : / askmailmanjones . tumblr. com/ ( No spaces! ) and she should have her normal blog in the FAQs. I guess this story is kind of for her, and I apologize if I take quite a while to update the next chapter. I'm very forgetful and procrastinative.. ? Procrastinator. Whatever. But I hope you enjoy! This is going to be a short story, and the chapters will be short. I'm not sure how it'll work out. C;