A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first published fanfiction on this site. Read and review!

"Your luggage, Miss."

Miku smiled under her curly brown wig. "Th-thank…you," she said forcedly, wondering if he could see through her disguise and faked American accent, then took her bag while stepping off the plane.

Sighing with relief, she fixed her wig. Here she was in the United States. Again. But the last time she was here was so brief—this time, she would be staying much longer, in a more established manner. Two concerts—one where she had landed in—New York, and then she'd have to endure the stress of flying again to Los Angeles.

She flew all the time, but being the chatty way Americans are, she hated answering questions and being directly spoken to by employees.

It was because of her absolutely dreadful English. She couldn't help it, she'd been singing in Japanese for seven years, since her creation, and she could hardly handle short bursts of Engrish in her Japanese songs.

Rubbing her sweaty forehead, Miku walked through the airport looking for the twins. Her forehead was also wet from the heat of the wig. That thing had taken hours to get on with all the hair she had, but it was worth it. She didn't want to be attacked by screaming fanboys, only to bow her head embarrassed and squeal "I—I don't understand English very well!" and then kick herself for bowing. Americans don't bow. Why couldn't she just be more American?!

"ONEE-CHAN!"

Miku was tackled from both sides by the blonde twins. True to their names, Rin was clutching her right arm and Len was holding her left. The three were separated on the plane, and because of their clingy manner the twins must have been very Onee-chan deprived.

Miku cleared her throat and said in her best American accent, "Where is…Ru…roo…loo…Luka-nee?"

Rin looked up from the arm she had grabbed and giggled at Miku's English.

"S-stop!" she said, pulling her arms out of the twins' grips and covering her now red face. "You two know I'm sensitive about it!"

"Luka-nee, Meiko, and Aniki are still on the plane, arguing about who has the best American accent," Len explained.

Rin laughed. "Good thing you got off the plane before they did, Onee-chan!"

Miku couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed her bag and made a run for the exit, WAAAAAAAHHH-ing the whole way.

Rin crossed her arms after snickering at her Onee-chan's sensitivity. "It's dumb any of us have to speak English anyways. We didn't get famous using it, did we? So why is it necessary?"

Len grabbed the bags they had left when they had tackled Miku. "She didn't have trouble speaking Indonesian last year," he noted.

"Huh. English has always been hard for her."

Len nodded and scanned the airport to see if the older Vocaloids had gotten off the plane. While doing that he noticed a certain, curly brown wig not too far from the exit.

Miku ran and ran, all the way away from the airport, dragging her bag and herself right into the entrance of the city itself.

"MMMIIIIIIIKKKKUUUUUUU!"

In the blindness of her tears, Miku did not notice that her wig had flown off and now her long teal hair that was inconveniently recognizable dropped to her feet.

But when she heard a chorus of screams, she felt her head and came to that conclusion and began to run, but even her great and nimble speed could not outrun a fan's screaming devotion.

"Miku, I love you!"

"Miku, you're so kawaii!"

"Can I have your autograph?"

"Hey everyone, it's Hatsune Miku!"

Miku ducked to hide her face and said, "I—I'm sorry, I cont…I cont…I can't speak English very well!"

The crowd stopped yelling for a moment, and in incredible unison, wailed "Kaaaawwwwwaaaaaiiiiiii~!"

Miku covered her face, and pulling her bag along, ran past the mob. I have to lose them and hide, she thought.

As she was running, Miku's eye caught sight of a yellow American taxi.

"Ta-tack—tack-zeee!"

She waved frantically, hoping and praying to every Kami-sama in the universe, please stop, please stop, please stop…!

It did, skidding in front of her at such suddenness that dirty water was splashed all over her clothes.

Ignoring that, she got in and threw her bag in the backseat. "The Golden Hotel!" she said hastily. The driver didn't start.

"The Golden Hotel!" she said again, thinking he didn't hear her. The crowd had stopped running after her and began to disband, knowing it would be futile to chase after a car.

The driver of the American taxi then held out an expectant hand. Miku didn't understand at first but then fished around in her pocket and pulled out five hundred yen then put it in the man's hand.

He kept his hand out and inspected the coins.

"What am I supposed to do with Chinese money in America?"

Miku almost banged her head against the window. She was so un-American she wanted to die of shame. But she had to get to the hotel, someway. Meiko was going to rent a van for the six Vocaloids but Miku was so far away from the airport now she couldn't find her way back there or to the hotel they would be staying in for the duration of their trip.

"Please!" she begged in English, adrenaline making her speak fluently. "I'll pay you back in American money later!"

Of course that was probably impossible but the driver pulled back his hand and put the money in a cup shaped hole in the car where dollar bills already sat.

"Well, you are cute, so I guess I can make an exception."

Miku sat in uncomfortable silence with this much older man, avoiding his gaze in the mirror but happy to be on her way to the hotel. She'd probably get there before her family, so she could pick out her bed first. Actually, she thought, I can't sign in without Meiko. I'd better wait for her outside the building. I hope she doesn't take too long. I need to change.

And now the idol did bang her head against the window cursing her accent.

Sorry for the fast beginning! I will try to get deeper into characters in later chapters.

Here's the basic Japanese vocabulary:

Onee-chan...older sister

Kawaii...cute

-nee...honorific used after names meaning older sister

Aniki...older brother, a term used by boys only

Onii-chan...older brother

Nee...hey