Alfred's POV

"Al, that was great!" Matthew, my brother, said greeting me at the side of the stage. Matthew and I were not technically brothers, but he was definitely as close to one as you could get. Albeit we shared the same hair color and glasses, but we were completely different. He had wavier hair and purple eyes compared to me. Not to mention he was more timid and meek than me. He wrapped his arms around my neck and gawked "I wish I could sing like that."

I smiled my famous smile that won the hearts of millions of teens and assured him "Kiku is working on it." Kiku was our creator. That might sound a little weird to you humans, so let me start from the beginning, although you have probably heard of me. Kiku created me as the perfect male pop-star which my music and concerts could be obtainable to almost everyone across the globe. And what better way than the internet? He ended up making me, Alfred F. Jones, as a computer program unit.

"I can't wait to sing along side you!" Somehow I became an international success and Kiku decided to create a partner for me, also known as Matthew Williams. But Matthew is still in the process of working out his vocals so it might be a year until he ever shows up on stages. That is why his voice always sounds too mousy and frail.

"Well, I love making people happy!" I said reaching for my famous leather bomber jacket Kiku designed based off of WWII. It was true, I really loved making humans happy, even if it was a hallow victory. I never really got to splendor in my fame, as I was not even real. We both walked backstage and into our dressing rooms, which also happened to be our bedrooms. "Mattie?"

"Yes?" he asked raising a poised eyebrow.

I vacillated before asking "do you ever wonder what it is like in Kiku's world?"

His eyebrows furrowed as he swung his feet off of his bed. "What has gotten into you?" He always hated when I asked questions about Kiku's world.

"I am serious!" I shouted throwing my hands into the air, managing to knock over the rack of clothes Kiku designed. "His world is so big and wonderful!"

"Yes, yes," Matthew murmured with a yawn.

I pouted. "Are you even listening to me?"

"His world is so big and wonderful," he repeated monotonously. He never really understood why I yearned for a glimpse into the real world. I think he is too inexperienced and naïve to comprehend how isolated we are. It would be nice to meet a fan or two in person, instead of via video messages.

"Fine, but don't you ever wonder what it is like? Think about it. Remember the stories Kiku would tell us about his world? Don't they sound amazing?"

"The grass is always greener on the other side," he said wisely thinking I was the inexperienced one.

"Exactly! We don't even know what grass is! I'm not saying that I'm, perchance, sick of doing the same routine of powering down and singing concerts, but I want a life with more meaning!"

He rolled his eyes and collapsed on his purple bed. "Al, humans would kill to be you right now."

"I know and I would fucking kill to be-"

Matthew snarled "drop it, Alfred!"

"Fine," I moped watching Matthew plug himself into the wall for recharging, or an equivalent to what you humans call sleep. I threw off his covers and went towards the computer screen that separated him from the real world and his. I touched it and, as if by some miracle, it rippled like a pond of water, as Kiku would explain to us. I removed my hand from the computer screen and looked at it with a devious grin growing on my face. I had a gut feeling inside that there was a reason I could shift between these two worlds and I hauled my body through the screen. I was in the real world.

TBC...

Author's Notes: Here is my second attempt at another idea I have been itching to write. Just so you all know, it is NOT based on the Vocaloid song at all, I just like it and it kinda suits the story. Sorry to get your hopes up. Anyways, this story is quite similiar to Reflections of Revolutions with going into another world...but it is completely different. This story is more angsty and love-y dove-y while Reflections is all action-y and badass. Reviews are fuel to continue this idea. If you get a chance, follow my tumblr betweendreamsandrealityy (yes two Ys). There went my final reviewing time, but oh well. Sorry for the over-used, cliche plot and title. I hope you liked the preview!

Warnings: None yet.

Disclaimer: I do not own hetalia.