This is a recreation of The Phantom of the Opera with hetalian characters in the place of the others. I do not own The Phantom of the Opera or Hetalia. The outline of this version follows The Phantom of the Opera at the Royal Albert Hall made in 2011. There will be differences and similarities, and I have no other basis to place this story on.
This is also meant to be modernized. Gay marriage is completely legal, and they adopt children. Thank you.
The twins sat silently next to their butler, waiting for the auctioneer to continue. They sat there for hours already, waiting for objects from a certain time, a certain story, to come up. It seemed the time was coming for the things they wanted as the brutish red head called out with his booming Scottish accent.
"Lot 6-6-3 then. A poster, from years ago, from a play this theater. 'Love in time,' do I have a bid?"
The taller of the twins, the quiet one, lifted his number in the air, while his brother stated the price, "€6."
"We have six. Do I have a seven," The auctioneer, Kirkland, pointed out another bidder, "€7! Do I have €8?"
The twins spoke their bid once more, watching as the other bidders quieted, not really wanting the object being sold. The gavel hit, "Sold! To?"
"Alfred and Mathew Bonnefoy," The older, louder stated, the auctioneer nodding and scratching their names down.
"Next, is lot 6-6-4, a set of real human skulls used in one of the other operas. Shall we start at ten?" He watched two bidders fight it out before finally claiming sold to the strange white-haired man in the corner.
"Lot 6-6-5. A papier-mâché musical box, in the shape of a barrel-organ. Attached, the figure of a monkey in Persian ropes playing the cymbals. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theatre, still in working order. Shall we start at €20?"
The twins looked at each other, knowing they wanted the music box, the moment the auctioneer lowered the price to €15 they raised their number. They fought it out with two others, the price coming to €30. Eventually they won, the music box beginning to move past them to join the rest of their items.
Alfred stopped them, taking a closer look at the monkey, "A collector's piece indeed. Every detail exactly as they said. They often spoke of you, my friend. Your velvet lining, and your figurine of lead. Will you still play, when all the rest of us are dead?"
The auctioneer nodded silently, motioning upwards towards a hidden object hanging from the ceiling. "Lot 6-6-6 then. A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of the phantom of the opera, a mystery never fully explained. We are told, ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster. Our workshops have restored it, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination, gentlemen?"
The sheet covering the chandelier was pulled away from the chandelier, the brightness filling the darkened room. The twins gasped in amazement, seeing something their parents tales had centered around. The closed their eyes as memories rushed to them. Their parent's story still ringing in their mind, though their voices were long gone.
And this was how it started.
