Hi guys! How are you doing?

So, this is not my first fanfiction in english, but is the first one in Hetalia and the first that is so long. I have another one, but it's in portuguese and I haven't translated yet.

Originally, this fanfic was a one-shot with 14 pages in word (in its original language), and it took me more than a whole year to finish ( that's how lazy I am). But here I'll post it in chapters for two reasons:

1- Like I said before, its original language is portuguese and believe it or not, it's a pain in the ass to translate some things. Posting in chapters will give me some time to translate everything calmly;

2- Posting it in chapters will give you time to have a reaction about the whole thing and tell me if you like it or not and if there's something I'll have to change. Or fix. Like the grammar. In which I suck sometimes. Yeah...

So, if everything goes as planned, the next chapter will be here by tomorrow. Or Sunday. And if not... Well, we'll se.

Enjoy it.


The first time that they saw each other wasn't as important as some books make you think it is. It wasn't an instantaneous connection, or a deep feeling of coming back home. It was just… Normal. Like when you are walking o the street and see someone at a glance. It doesn't make any difference. But this is an important part of the story, so I'll have to tell it.

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That was a particularly cold morning in the middle of July, the ones that make you want to stay at home under the covers, drinking a cup of hot chocolate and reading a good book. Unfortunately, to Arthur Kirkland, this wasn't going to be possible.

Only a couple weeks ago, the Kirkland Family – Consisting in Arthur's father, mother and four siblings, alongside himself, of course – had moved from London to Manhattan. The change was because of Mr. Patrick Kirkland's job, which gave him not only a change of country but also a higher pay check, the only thing to compensate all the bother.

If it depended on Arthur, he would have stayed in England living whit his sweet Granny, but his mum refused to let him stay with the "crazy mother-in-law". Well, it wasn't Catherine Kirkland's fault if her older son's wife couldn't see magic creatures like the rest of the family. Truthfully, she knew that the girl would be a problem when she came to her house praising her garden but not saying a word about the fairies working on it.

But I'm missing the point. I'm sorry, where was I? Oh, yes…

In the end, Arthur had to move out of his home city and go to a place he hoped he would never had to set his foot on in his life.

Like I said before, Arthur wasn't in home warming up with a cup of hot chocolate – or in his case, a cup of hot tea. Our dear blond was wandering around the streets, looking for a bookshop that worth it. Of course he was freezing, but it was better than have to unpack all the stuff which came in the move. And considering that all that was his was in its rightful place, it was better freeze outside than being a slave inside.

When he was standing in the sidewalk, waiting to cross the street, that's when it happened. With eyes wandering through the window of a Starbucks, Arthur captured the movement of a bomber jacket. Looking up, he saw a young and tall blond, with the skin a little tan. But he couldn't see the boy's face, since he was standing sideways. This didn't last for long.

In said coffeshop, Alfred F. Jones felt an itching, like somebody was calling his name. That's why he looked through the window to the wet street, where he saw a little yellow dot in the middle of a gray ocean.

It lasted not even five seconds. Green and Blue met and mismatched like it was nothing at all. And in the occasion, it wasn't. Each one of them was just one more in the crowd.

That's why Alfred turned around to keep talking to his friend, and Arthur finally could and follow to his oh-so-dreamt bookshop. By this point, both had already forgotten about each other. It was the normal to happen. And that's how it was.

What they didn't know is that they would be like the world to each other. And, differently from this first look, it would be infinitely unforgettable.


So, what do you guys think? Let me know, ok?

See ya.

P.s: I forgot to say, but "Olhares" means "Looks" as in "see something" in portuguese. I felt like letting it that way because I like it better.