AmericaXReader: All I Want is You

  "______!" you turned your head away from the anime window display at Hot Topic to face your friend Alfred Jones.
 
  "What do you want Al, I'm trying to shop," you said.
 
  "For who? Yourself?" he teased.
 
  You turned red, "Maybe. But actually I was also looking at stuff for Kiku. Christmas is tomorrow you know."
 
  "I know. And that is exactly why I want to go sit on Santa's lap," he smiled widely at you.
 
  You stared at him, "Alfred, you're sixteen, why do you want to sit on Santa's lap?"
 
  "To tell him what I want of course!" he exclaimed then grabbed your hand, "Come on!"
 
  He pulled you away from your beloved anime display off to the centre of the mall where 'Santa' was talking to the children. The mall was really busy and full of people doing last minute Christmas shopping. Alfred called and asked if you wanted to go with him to do last minute shopping and to walk around all the Christmas displays.
 
  The blue eyed American pulled you through the crowds to the back of the Santa line.
 
  "Alfred, you are a five foot eight, one hundred ninety pound boy that Santa does not want sitting on his lap," you pointed out.
 
  "Oh come on _______!" he pouted staring up at you with wide eyes.
 
  You looked at him, your stern gaze wavering slightly before you sighed, "Fine. Do what you want."
 
  "Yes!" he cried.
 
  You stood in line waiting for the other children to tell Santa what they wanted... how long was this going to take?

~*~
 
  About a half hour of standing later you stepped out of the line as Alfred scurried happily up to 'Santa'. The big man's eyes were wide as the other boy sat on his lap. You walked over to the guy with the camera.
 
  "Can I get this picture on a Christmas card?" you asked seriously.
 
  The man looked at you, "Uh.. sure."
 
  "Thank you," you looked back at Alfred and couldn't help but smile. He was just so childish! There he sat on Santa's lap while other parents stared at him weirdly.
 
  "Okay smile," the cameraman said and Alfred smiled one of his million dollar smiles that made you want to melt inside.
 
  After the picture was snapped Santa asked what Al wanted for Christmas. Alfred leaned down to Santa's ear and whispered something. Santa nodded and Alfred stood up, still next to Santa. You turned to get the picture from the man when Santa waved you over.
 
  You looked around, then pointed a finger toward yourself as if to say, 'Me?'. Santa nodded and you walked over, fully aware of all the weird stares you were getting and the complaints of the angry children you stepped in front of.
 
  The Big Man in red patted his lap, and you carefully sat in his chair.
 
  "This boy has told me what he wants for Christmas," Santa said in a hushed, but jolly voice, "And I think you can make it happen."
 
  "Me?" you squeaked.
 
  "Yes you see... what Alfred wants for Christmas..." Santa smiled through his beard, "Is you."
 
  With that, Santa pushed you off his lap so you landed in Alfred's arms. Your face turned red and you looked dead into his eyes, "What."
 
  "He's right," Al smiled and held something above your head. You looked up slowly already knowing what it is. Mistletoe.
 
  "Where did you get that?" you asked.
 
  "Santa," Al leaned in and kissed you on the lips, holding you close with the one hand that wasn't occupied by Mistletoe. You felt your face heat up, Al was actually kissing you! And... everyone was watching. With a gasp you pulled back looking at the crowds.
 
  "Hey ______," Al said pulling your attention back to him, "I love you. I have for... the longest time," he hugged you, "Merry Christmas."
 
  "I love you too Al," you said into his shoulder, "Merry Christmas."
 
  The parents 'aww’d while the kids said 'ew'.
 
 
  “But really. Did you need to get Santa involved?"