Disclaimer: I do not own anything Hetalia or Vocaloid related. I simply own this fanfiction. However, even the concept for this story is based off of a fancomic from pixiv. C:

This is a parallel AU story. I don't know what the heck Arthur does for a job or anything, but… Yeah, they all live and interact. :D

I hope you all enjoy although this is only my second ever story I've ever seriously written. Haha. (Even if I'm not done yet)

Ch. 1: Niholoid

"Hey Arthur! Open up!"

Alfred's obnoxious knocking didn't seem like it was going to be stopping anytime soon until I end up opening the bloody door for him.

Why does he always have the worst timing? I was simply enjoying my peaceful day off with a few friends of mine, laughing and watching in awe as Tinkerbelle showed off her newest flying stunts.

But of course these fun times came to an abrupt end far too early on in the day just because of the disturbance caused by a certain American.

"I'm coming, you git! Calm down," I yelled from the confines of my own living room. I sighed and quickly paced myself toward the door in hopes of getting the younger blond off of my property and sent back to the place he belongs once and for all: AMERICA.

I pulled the door open harshly and as I was getting ready to kick the other man in his only manly spot available on his body, I noticed a relatively large brown box within his hands.

"…What is that?" I asked, obviously a bit surprised and suspicious both at the same time if that was even possible.

The other man simply grinned his signature, large smile and ripped open this mysterious box right in front of me.

What exactly is he doing?

Before I was given any more time to question his unusual behavior, he pulled out yet another box from the now disheveled larger box.

But this box was different than the last.

It was smaller.

It had pictures.

And most peculiar of all, the box claims it was a "Vocaloid" program.

"Alfred, seriously. What kind of bloody trick are you trying to pull on me this time? I'm not going to fall for i-"

"Happy birthday Arthur!"

Right… It was my birthday. Well, to be honest, I didn't think he'd remember at all, but nonetheless, I continued staring at the other man, wanting more of an explanation rather than just a simple congratulation message. That's something that could be given with a letter or even e-mail, after all.

"But please Arthur," he whined. "Just this once, trust me, you'll love this! It's not a prank or anything. And it's a gift that I picked out for you with all of my heart. It's something that's perfect for you!"

Perfect for me? And he even picked it out for me? Well… that's unusual.

"Because you see, that Vocaloid actually enables you to become friends with them! It's a new feature that they added! And since you don't have any friends, I thought it'd be something that you'd absolutely love!"

That wanker… "JUST GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

"Enjoy your present and hope you guys get along well! Your first real friend! HAHAHAHA "

….

And with that, he left my house as quickly and suddenly as he appeared at my house earlier.

A friend, eh…?

Now I am one to be skeptical about this kind of present especially if it's from that annoying American, but I decided to install this program nonetheless. It doesn't hurt to at least try it out, right? It is a birthday present, after all.

It's not that I have any interest in this at all. It's only because it'd be a waste to throw away.

That's what I kept telling myself.

Before I knew it, the program had finished installing, and I heard a soft voice coming from my screen.

"Hello and nice to meet you master. I'm Niholoid, but please simply call me Kiku."

Those were the first words I heard from my Vocaloid.

Niholoid.

Kiku.

I was awestruck at the sight of figure in front of me, or shall I say, on the other side of the computer screen. Magnificently dark hair and those eyes that are far more captivating than I'm sure it's meant to be.

"You are my 'master', correct…?", he asked in confusion.

I immediately broke out of my haze and fidgeted around in my chair, attempting to keep my own composure. "Y-Yeah… I'm your owner I guess. Or… master, if that's what you want to call me."

I don't know why Kiku seemed to be panicking but he bowed several times after my previous statement then looked back up at my face in embarrassment. "Wait, did you not want me to call you 'master'? Should I call you something else if you're not comfortable…? I could go with 'my lord' or 'sir' even…!"

He really…

"Nah, that's fine. Just keep calling me 'master'."

…seems so human.

He gave a sigh of relief then straightened himself back up. "Let me reintroduce myself. I'm a Vocaloid, but please do call me Kiku. I can sing just about any type of song, but my fortes are enka(1) and anime songs. Would you like to try me out?"

…I have no idea what the hell he just said. Enka? "Well, I guess you can just sing anything you feel like."

"Yes, master."

He heaved in a deep breath, closed his eyes then began singing. His voice was so different from any other voice I've ever heard. Ever single word and syllable, beat and tempo flowed perfectly across his tongue and into my ears.

So this is real music.

I became so engrossed in Kiku's voice, that it took me a while after he finished singing to recover from the effects of the voice. "Th-…That's amazing, Kiku!", I yelled ecstatically and without a second thought, leaned over to hug my own computer screen.

Yes, hug.

"Your voice was enchanting and yet mysterious sounding at the same time! Do you want to sing again for me?"

Without any protests, he gave an even softer smile than before, clearly becoming less nervous by the second, then began singing in that voice that I fell in love with so much.

Just this once, Alfred, I'll admit you got me a great gift.

...

Do you remember Arthur from earlier? He simply slammed the entrance closed, didn't he? He forgot to lock that little door. So Alfred used that to his advantage and subtly watched the two interact from the entrance. Technically, he isn't inside the house, so no matter what happens, Arthur can't call the cops on him for breaking in. See, he's a genius!

Nonetheless, once he saw that both Kiku and Arthur seemed to be getting along pretty well, he closed the door behind him and slowly began to walk back toward his house, a solemn expression plastered across his face, very uncharacteristic for a hero like him.

"I really do wish them the best of luck… Kiku, give it your all…"

(1) Enka: Genre of song sung in Japan that resembles traditional Japanese music style

A/N: Thanks in advance to everybody that reads this thing! Yes, this is an ongoing story, and I'm still currently writing it. I expect it to be about… 5 chapters? But then again, that's only tentative so don't take my word for it.

However, this was a very fun story to write so far and I hope you guys enjoy it at least to some extent! :D

Although looking back on this now, I'm actually not quite fond of the beginning portion of this so I may change up the introduction sometime within the near future. =w=/'' -and so many grammatical errors I noticed after publishing... ;;; sniff-

Anyways, review please because they make me happy and they give me a bit more of an idea of what I can improve on and what you guys liked/disliked. :) Thank you and love you all!