It was a week after Alfred discovered Harry before anyone actually met the elf face-to-face. Alfred had decided that Harry was spending too much time locked up in the house and that he 'needed to stretch his wings a little'. So Alfred shoved his bomber jacket in Harry's face (It was the only thing he owned bulky enough to hide the wings) and dragged him out the door for some window-shopping in downtown NYC.*

The sidewalks were less crowded than they usually were and Alfred thought it was probably for the best that way. Less people to run into or less chance of losing Harry in the sea of people. Of course Alfred would have never let that happen in the first place because he was a Hero!

And Harry loved the chance to get out of the house and tried his best to take everything in. It was his first time in New York City after all. He looked through every window and even convinced Alfred to by him some sweets. (Alfred would never stand a chance against the puppy-dog eyes!)

It was after Alfred brought Harry some Ice-cream that they ran into another country. They were on one of the less crowded streets and Alfred asked Harry if he could wait outside while he went into this story he spotted. He wanted to look around but it was a gun shop so he didn't want Harry in there. Harry agreed to wait.

As he was waiting, he felt a hand come to rest on his shoulder. He turned around, wondering who could possibly need to talk to him here. (No one knew him)

A man Harry vaguely recognized stood in front of him, one of his –rather large- eyebrows arched. Green locked with green and Harry remembered that he was that irritated man from the photo he had seen in Alfred's living room. He smiled awkwardly and said. "Hullo, I was wondering where you had gotten that Jacket. My friend has one exactly like it…"

Harry humphed and decided that this man was kind of rude… he didn't even bother asking his name! So he was going to ignore him and see if he would go away. The man just scowled, causing his eyebrows to come together in a comical way. "Sorry, I must have forgotten my manners. I'm Arthur Kirkland. You see, my friend had his jacket custom made and it seemed odd that you would have and exact replica."

Harry smiled slightly and replied, "Harry… you are a friend of Alfred's, yes? I saw a picture of you in his Livingroom…" Arthur seemed to be very surprised by this.

"You know Alfred? And he lets you where his Jacket?"

"Well yeah. He is very sweet. He bought me Ice Cream!" Harry held his cone up a little higher, as if that was proof of Alfred's sweetness. Harry went back to enjoying his treat, letting Arthur take in all the information. It wasn't that overwhelming anyway.

Arthur was just about to start another conversation with Harry, when Alfred stepped out of the shop. He didn't seem to notice Arthur as he made his way over to Harry. "Hey Harry! Hope you didn't wait too long! Sometimes I lose track of time…"

Harry laughed. "No it was alright. I had company anyway…" Alfred finally seemed to acknowledge Arthur and blinked in confusion.

"Arthur? I thought you flew back to England."

"I was going to, but it would seem that my flight was canceled. There has been some nasty weather across London lately."

"Oh…" Alfred blinked a few times before grabbing Harry and pulling him in the other direction. "Well we gotta go! Things to do… places to be… I'll just see ya later!" Alfred was around the corner and gone before Arthur could reply.

Arthur gaped openly at the place Alfred and Harry had disappeared, gathering looks from the people standing around him. When his shoulder was bumped he snapped out of his dazed state and shook his head. He decided he would confront Alfred some other time because he was too tired to chase after the other right now.

Harry thought differently and immediately started asking Alfred questions. Alfred answered them for the most part, though he pointedly avoided some of them.

Harry gave up when they got home and threw Alfred's jacket at him before making his way to his room.

I think this is the shortest chapter. I am going to put this story on hold for the time being because It nearly killed me writing this chapter and until I figure out where I want it to go, I can't think of anything. I am sorry. This is probably one of the worst chapters too…