A/N: This story was inspired by the window cleaner who waved at me during work. It made my day :)

Then the gears in my head started to turn and this happened. Hope you like it!

I don't own Hetalia or Rolex or anything you recognize.


Do you believe in love at first sight?

16-year-old Alfred F. Jones never believed in love at first sight. In English, he would scoff whenever the topic of Romeo and Juliet was brought up, during movies, he would gag whenever he saw a love at first sight scene.

Really original.

But on that rainy fourth of July, time froze, as he waited for the signal to cross. He fell in love at first sight as Big Ben began to chime in the background.

Right opposite of him was perhaps a college aged student, no more than 20 or 21 based on appearances alone. He was wearing a plaid button down with a white shirt underneath and khakis. His green eyes glanced at both sides of the road as he began crossing. Although his blond bangs covered most of his forehead, Alfred was sure that the man had thick eyebrows.

Cute.

At that moment, seeing his soulmate cross the road and walk towards him, Alfred forgot all about his plans of going to the pub with his cousin and father just to taste his first "legal" sip of beer before all his friends in America.

Running across the road, he ignored his cousin and father's protests.

The only feeling that coursed through his mind was the euphoric feeling he had from seeing the green-eyed Brit getting closer and closer. Once he was close enough, he stopped in the middle of the road and caught his breath before cracking a grin for his soulmate. Sure, he was wet and out of breath, but his soulmate wouldn't care, right?

Soulmates love each other unconditionally and are willing to die for each other. At least that is what Romeo and Juliet taught him.

Though, instead of stopping, the Brit passed him without a single glance in his direction.

Shocked…that was the only feeling he had. Well actually, to be perfectly honest, he was thinking a lot of other things, but shocked is a nice and friendly word so let's go with that for now.

How could his soulmate not feel the same feelings as him? Why didn't the other man notice that Alfred's heart was beating so hard? Why did his soulmate not blink when Alfred stood in front of him with a stupid grin on his face?

Love at first sight should go both ways right? At least, that's how movies and literature always showed it.

"Alfred!" Matthew shouted as he pulled Alfred out of the middle of the busy street. "What are you doing running away! Uncle almost had a heart attack."

Alfred glanced around his surroundings for red plaid, but he was dismayed at not seeing any red in the streets. His soulmate slipped out of his hands in just two minutes.

"Alfred?" Matthew squeezed Alfred's shoulder in concern. When Alfred turned to Matthew, Matthew raised a brow, "What's wrong, Al? Why'd you run off?"

Alfred turned to the streets again, hoping he would find the blond. But when he couldn't spot anyone, he turned to Matthew and forced a smile, "Nothing…let's go for the drinks…" as they crossed the streets, Alfred furtively stole glances back. But it was futile.

Looking back to his sixteenth birthday, Alfred realized that he had mixed feelings about the day. It was the birthday he met the man of his dreams, but it was also the day that he lost the man of his dreams.

Luckily though, he was rich, being the heir of J.W. Corp., he had enough money to go to London as he pleased. Every chance he had, Christmas, Summers, breaks, he went to London and waited at the crosswalk hoping to see the man again.

Though, fate really hated him because he never ended up seeing mystery man again.

In the years that passed, he graduated high school, went to college, went abroad to study in London for a semester (could care less about the classes), went abroad another semester to study in Paris (because Paris is fairly close to London), met a questionable French TA and somehow clicked with the said TA, graduated college, watched his cousin Matthew suck his Prussian (is that a thing?) boyfriend's face, watched Matthew marry his boyfriend, all while he was single and searching for that soulmate of his.

And now that he was 27 years old, his father began to pressure him to take over the company. Fat chance really. Everyone in his family knew he had no interest of taking anything over until he met mystery man.

But his father's patience was running thin.

11 years of searching was a long time.

"So, mon ami, what are you going to do?" his questionable ex-French TA asked as they downed another round of drinks. "Are you heading back to that horrid excuse of a city?"

Alfred turned to Francis and raised his brow slowly, "Y-yeah, dude. Soulmate has to be there."

Francis snorted as he took another sip of his drink, "If that man was a college aged student, what makes you think he lives in London? He could have been studying in London and then left. 11 years of studying is really long. Not to mention, you saw him during summer holidays, for all we know, he could have been visiting."

Alfred dropped his head down to the table and mumbled, "Shut up," playing around with his glass, he stared at the warm brown liquid, "This all made sense in my head, alright? I'm thinking destiny will help me again here and he'll be in London at the same time I am. Because destiny is what brought us together on my sixteenth birthday."

As they discussed the topic of London, they suddenly moved towards the topic of British people, and then they strayed into the topic of Arthur Kirkland. The regional manager for the New York branch of J.W. Corp.

Three years ago, the New York branch was underperforming on all levels, until Arthur Kirkland was transferred over there from the Frankfurt branch. Within six months, he showed improvement, and now that three years have passed, the New York branch is the top branch in the world, performing the best on all scores.

His father loved Arthur Kirkland, and if Alfred heard correctly, his father was even offering Arthur a chance to be a part of the Board of Directors for the company as well as a percentage of shares.

As much as his father loved Arthur Kirkland, Alfred despised Arthur Kirkland. Not just Alfred, everyone Alfred knew despised Arthur Kirkland as well.

The man was stuck-up and arrogant. And he was so focused on work. Always work, work, work. Even while Kirkland was rolling in his grave, he would probably be doing work. That man needed to chill.

Seriously, having to go through the past couple of years, hearing, "Be more like Arthur Kirkland!" or "Arthur Kirkland wouldn't have made such a silly mistake, Alfred!" was enough to make him go berserk.

Arthur Kirkland can just shove it.

Alfred rolled his eyes as he sat up straighter, "Don't talk about that jerk. My whole mood is ruined." Picking up his glass, he drank the rest of his beer before asking the bartender for another refill. Thank god for his high tolerance.

"Do you know what Kirkland did to me the other day?" Francis glared at his glass.

"What'd he do this time?"

"Well, my awful day was not as awful, until I stepped into his office…"

Alfred raised his brow in confusion.


Francis poked his head instead Arthur's private chamber. As usual, Arthur was hiding behind his computer monitor. If Francis didn't notice the steam rising from Arthur's tea, he would've thought Arthur was missing.

"Kirkland?" Francis's nose scrunched in disgust as the vile name left his lips.

"Yes?"

Bien, the rosbif was here.

Stomping inside, Francis slapped his paycheck on Arthur's desk and demanded, "Mon Dieu, Kirkland, what happened to my paycheck?"

Arthur lazily threw a glance towards him as he continued to type on his keyboard. Ever the diligent man. With a sigh, Arthur picked up Francis's paycheck and stared at the salary amount, "I increased your pay just like you begged me to, frog."

Francis's brows scrunched together, "I know you increased my hourly rate, mais encouler, Kirkland, why did my paycheck get smaller?"

Arthur turned his gaze up and smirked, "So you have finally analyzed your paycheck have you, frog? Was wondering when that pea sized brain would take notice." Lifting the paycheck to his nose, he took a deep breath and turned to Francis, "This is the smell of victory."

"Rosbif, what sorcery have you done for me to make $60 less for every paycheck?" Francis glared at Arthur.

With a smirk, Arthur leaned back in his seat, "Simple, actually, so simple I can explain it to your muddy brain. You see, you were very close to the tax bracket. Fifty cents was enough to push you up, so that's what I did." Francis's mouth dropped open. "You received your pay raise, and I received the chance to laugh at your misery."

"Va te faire foutre, Kirkland," Francis snapped as he picked up his paper copy of his paycheck.

Arthur's smirk deepened, "Gladly."


"That's what happened three weeks ago," Francis mumbled. "I want to slap myself for ever suggesting a pay raise."

Alfred patted Francis's shoulder, "Hey, dude, if you ask for another pay raise, you can only go up from there."

"Knowing Kirkland, he would only agree to it if it hurts me in the end," Francis took another sip of his beer. "Merde. After that, I really wanted to get back at him."

"So, let's do it," Alfred pulled out his wallet and slapped his black card on the table. When Francis turned to him in surprise, Alfred nodded his head, "I'm serious. My plane to London doesn't take off for another three days." Turning to Francis, he emphasized, "So, let's do something in these three days which Kirkland will come to cry about."

A grin cracked onto Francis's face and he grabbed onto Alfred's arm in joy, "Is this you speaking, mon ami? You are always so reluctant to do—,"

"Well let's just say Kirkland's presence is pissing me off more and more," Alfred rolled his eyes as he muttered, "My father is so ready to adopt that bastard into the family. He threatened to cut my credit cards so I would learn how to be money conservative like Arthur."

"So, what plan do you have?" Francis frowned.

"Other than firing him when I become CEO?" he rolled his eyes. "You know him better than me, what do you have in mind for now?" Alfred frowned as he stuffed his black card back into his wallet.


Their plan was quite simple.

Arthur loved to stare out the window as he drunk his tea. He was royally pissed off whenever he couldn't see the skyline, so targeting his window would be key.

It would be hard to execute, but using the window cleaning platform, he was ready to use graffiti to cover Arthur's view of the New York City skyline. The graffiti would contain colorful swears and expletives.

It'll be enough to ruin Arthur's mood for the week.

Once the platform was lowered to the eighty second floor, Alfred went crazy. Since the blinds were currently closed, no one would ever know it was him. Even if people did find out, though, he still didn't give a damn. He was the CEO's son. This was technically his building so he could do whatever he wanted with it.

As long as his soulmate doesn't hear of his delinquencies, he was fine.

As he finished with the phrase, "Fuck you," the blinds suddenly opened. Alfred turned to the side to get a glimpse of the "great" Arthur Kirkland.

Over the years, he only heard about the man, but was never really interested in finding out how Kirkland looked like. Why would he need to? The old man was probably stuffy, old, wrinkly, and creepy.

But he was genuinely surprised to see the same shade of green—the shade of green when the morning grass is covered in dew—staring through the blinds. Alfred leaned in slightly closer. Arthur's full lips touched the rim of his cup, and Alfred frowned.

Same eyes and same lips…

There was only one way to know if this was his soulmate. Taking a step closer, Alfred leaned down and dropped his graffiti bottle in surprise when he saw Arthur's thick brows.

This was it!

This was the man he had been searching for, for the past eleven years.

Arthur snapped his head over towards him with a glare as his fingers played around with the blinds.

Now they were separated by just glass.

Arthur's green eyes trained on him for a brief second before the teacup in his hands dropped to the ground.

Alfred grinned. This. This was the feeling he had on that day when he saw Arthur for the first time. The feeling of love and confusion and shock! Leaning towards the glass, his heart began to pulsed erratically as Arthur rushed towards him.

Oh baby, he was going to take his soulmate out today!

As he opened his mouth, Arthur rushed past him.

Again.

Turning around, he frowned when Arthur's wide eyes took in the graffiti.

Oh shit…the graffiti…

Once Alfred came into Arthur's view, Arthur's gaze darkened. Putting his hands up in surrender, he was really glad he dropped the stupid graffiti bottle. Couldn't have his soulmate think he was a delinquent so early in their relationship.

Glancing around the platform, he wanted to hug someone when he saw the bucket of soapy water and roller. Picking it up, he pointed to the roller and began to roll it up and down the window.

Once Arthur saw that the paint was coming off, he relaxed. Once Alfred rolled the roller to the bottom, he almost took a step back when he saw Arthur standing right in front of him.

Arthur's lips started to move as Alfred raised a brow. Those lips were so perfect. If only they could move like that while they were engaged in a great kissing session.

Taking a deep breath, Arthur's lips moved a bit slower as he emphasized whatever words he was saying. Shaking his head, Alfred shrugged his shoulders. With a sigh, Arthur disappeared and returned with a paper. Holding it up, Alfred read the words and grinned.

Thank you.

Arthur nodded his head once with the faintest of smiles before closing the blinds.

Once he could no longer see Arthur, he fell against the window while running his fingers through his hair. Eleven years he had been waiting for the moment he would meet his love, and here he was. He glanced up at the sky and enjoyed the feeling of the sun's rays hitting him as the clouds passed.

Thank you.

A grin found itself back to Alfred's lips as he jumped up for joy.

Destiny was back on his side, baby.

Though, in his happiness, he forgot that he was on the window cleaner's platform. As he landed, the platform shook violently. Grabbing onto the rails, he quickly muttered prayers to every deity he knew.

He couldn't die now that his soulmate was within his grasp.

Destiny was being nice to him after eleven years, he couldn't screw it up by letting Arthur slip right through his fingers.

Turning back to the window, he grinned, "You're mine, Arthur Kirkland."


"Quoi! Non!" Francis called out with his eyes getting wider by the second. "You cannot just fall in love with the devil's love child. Are you sure he's even your soulmate? You must be delusional after waiting for eleven years. Because someone like rosbif doesn't have a romantic bone."

Alfred stared off into space as he already started to envision his future with Arthur. They would live in a comfortable house with a white picket fence. Have two children and two cats and maybe a pet iguana because who doesn't like iguanas? They would both drop off Alfred Jr. and Arthur Jr to school, and then they would share a kiss before going to their respective work spaces.

It was a great future.

Now that he thought about it, he was super thrilled that Arthur was ruling his company with an iron fist. After they married, he could be completely sure that Arthur could handle business. They would be so wealthy, their great times ten thousandth grandchild would be rolling in cash.

"He's my soulmate," Alfred mentioned with a silly grin. "But can you believe it, Francis? I've been looking for him for the past few years in London, but he was in New York for the past three years." Turning to Francis, he beamed, "And Dad loves Arthur! I just know he'll be a perfect addition to the family. And he doesn't even need to be adopted into the family!"

"Great," Francis mentioned in monotone. His fingers wrapped around the glass he was holding until his fingers became a deathly pale white, "Should've never given you extra points in the class if I knew you were going to let me down so easily."

"Oh, come on," Alfred swung his arm around Francis, "Be happy for me. Didn't you say we would toast the day I found my soulmate."

"This is before I knew it was Kirkland," Francis spat.

"Chill Francis," Alfred rolled his eyes as he slipped out of his seat and went around the counter, "I'm pretty sure once you think about it, you'll love the fact that my soulmate is Arthur. He's perfect in every way."

Francis muttered something under his breath which Alfred chose to dutifully ignore. Francis will come around eventually. Arthur falling in love with Alfred was a great idea.

As he opened his cabinet, he already imagined how his next meeting with Arthur would go.


This time, since he knew that it was the man he loved on the other side, he came prepared. Instead of wearing his usual clothes, he decided to wear the same dark blue jumpsuit the window cleaners wore. He had spoken with the manager of the cleaning company, and the manager reluctantly agreed to lend him some of the jumpsuits, saying he doesn't do this normally, but because this was a special circumstance, he was willing to let it slide.

Well damn right this was a special circumstance. Alfred's love life is at stake here.

And, if he was going to woo Arthur, he might as well have some fun.

At exactly 9:15 a.m., Arthur opened his blinds. In his hands was a light blue tea cup. Perfect. Light blue must be Arthur's favorite color. Alfred decided olive green would be his favorite color from now on. They both loved each other's eye color. It would be a story they would tell their children in the future.

Instead of turning to look over at him, Arthur continued to stare in front of him, at his oh so precious skyline.

Frowning, Alfred knocked on the glass softly.

Because, dude, he was more precious than any skyline.

Turning to him, Arthur raised a brow in annoyance.

Waving with a silly grin, Alfred suddenly started to feel all shy. Normally he wasn't like this, but something about Arthur just brought out this silly, teen boy side of him. Must be those cute little eyebrows of his.

With a roll of his eyes, Arthur shook his head as he turned back to the skyline.

He knocked on the glass again and Arthur turned back to him, with his annoyance being much more apparent. Alfred waved again, and Arthur scoffed. When Alfred waved once more, Arthur's brow twitched as he slowly raised it and moved his hand sharply to form an awkward wave.

Well…they would both work on his waves later…

Walking over to where Arthur stood directly, he pulled out the bottle of shaving cream. Arthur stared at the bottle of shaving cream before turning to Alfred with a murdering expression. Quickly smearing the foam on the window, because he could tell Arthur was royally pissed at this point, he made sure the patch of foam was large enough. With a grin, Alfred traced out, "I 3 U" in the foam.

When Arthur's olive green eyes met up with his, Alfred winked and blew a kiss.

Arthur's eyebrows came together in frustration and a second later the blinds closed.

With a slow whistle, Alfred nodded his head, "We're going to have to do something about these pesky blinds."