A/N: Yay, first chapter. This story is based on the 2004 version of the Phantom of the Opera, not the book or original movie. I do not own anything that has to do with Hetalia of the Phantom of the Opera, all rights reserved to the wonderful creators, etc. So, with that pelase enjoy, and remeber to review!

PARIS, FRANCE

1870

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The Opera House was in an uproar.

The two new managers were going to visit today, so of course the staff had been running around all morning, trying to make everything a little more presentable.

At the same time, the singers, actors and actresses were trying to rehearse for their new opera, Hannibal.

Unfortunately the managers had chosen this moment to arrive and take the grand tour.

"And as you can see, the stage is set for the Production of Hannibal." The old Manager stated, leading them along the front of the stage.

"Monsieur, we are rehearsing!" The Maestro chided icily.

"Maestro, Madam Yao-"

The foreigner looked up with a frown, displeased with having his rehearsal interrupted.

"Ladies and gentleman, may I have your attention, pleas. You have all probably herd the rumors of my retirement. I can now tell you that these are all true."

The Prima Donna, Lovino Vargas, pointed an accusing finger at his opposite, Antonio. "AHA!" He said in an I-told-you-so tone.

"Now let me introduce you to the two gentleman who now own the opera. Monsieur Toris Lorinaitis, and Monsieur Ivan Braginsky."

There were a few whispers and gasps.

"Im sure you have herd their recent development in the junk business."

"Uh, actually-" Toris began.

"Scrap Metal." Ivan finished with a childish (and extremely disturbing) smile.

The manager ignored him. (Bad move)

Ivan reached into his large coat and took hold of something.

Toris put a hand on his arm and looked at him pleadingly.

"And now, let me introduce you to our new Patron, the Viscount Alfred F. Jones."

At that moment, two dancers walked onto the stage.

Arthur Kirkland looked over his best friends shoulder (what was his name again...Matthew!) to get a better look at the viscount.

"Its Al." He mumbled, staring at the handsome blonde who walked confidently towards the new managers.

Matthew looked over to Arthur questioningly.

"He was a friend before my Dad died" Arthur explained, still staring, "I guess you could say we were childhood sweet hearts...He called my little Arty."

"Me and my awesome parents-" Alfred began.

"My awesome parents and I." Arthur mumbled with a fond scowl.

"Support all the arts, especially the super awesome famous Opera Popular."

Lovino walked (stomped) towards Alfred and held out a hand.

"Ah, Gentlemen, Signora Lovino Romano Vargas." The ex-manager introduced.

"Yeah, whatever." He mumbled with a blush and looked to the ground.

The manager ignored him. "Our leading Soprano."

"Brava! Brava!" Romano's groupies applauded from the side.

"SHUT UP!" He yelled angrily, a furious blush spreading across his face.

At that moment, a slim man walked over to Romano and put a casual arm around his shoulders.

"And Signor Antonio Fernandez Carriedo."

Alfred nodded towards him with a grin.

Romano frowned and brushed Antonio's hand away.

"Well, I think I might be keeping you from your rehearsal. I'll see you all tonight at the big show! Sorry 'bout that Mawnsoor." He nodded towards the maestro and exited the stage as others applauded him, ignoring his terrible pronunciation of the French language.

"I think he liked me more." Romano said as he walked over to his groupies for a touch up on the make up.

"I liked you more." Antonio said happily.

On the way out Alfred passed by Arthur without even noticing him.

Arthur looked crestfallen.

"He wouldn't recognize me." He mumbled.

"He just didn't see you!" Matthew argued, having been totally used to not being noticed.

"If you please, monsieur." Yao interrupted everyone's conversations to get along with the rehearsal, and lead the new managers to the side.

Both Matthew and Arthur leapt onstage with the other dancers to resume the ballet scene.

"We take particular pride in our Ballet, monsieur." Yao explained as the three walked around the dancers."I see why." Toris said with a smile.

"Especially the blonde angel there." Ivan stated, staring at Matthew with a huge smile.

Matthew tried not to stumble from the surprise of someone actually noticing him.

Even if it was someone as terrifying as Ivan Braginsky.

"My son" Yao said with a glare "Matthew Williams."

Ivan smiled and winked at Yao, who in turn blushed (in anger!) and continued down the stage,

"That one is very beautiful as well." Toris said with a shy smile, motioning towards Arthur.

"That is Arthur Kirkland, very promising."

"Kirkland? Wasn't that the famous British violinist?"

"Arthur was his only child, orphaned at seven and came to train in the Ballet."

"Ohhh! An orphan, da?" Ivan said with a gleam in his eyes.

Yao turned and shot him another glare. "I also think of him as a son. Now gentleman please stand to the side."

The troupe had reached the finale, the dancers twirled and swayed around Romano as he made his way to the giant plastic elephant that had been rolled middle stage.

Suddenly there was a rip and Romano shoved one of the actors away.

"Freaking bastard! Get off my damn dress!" He screamed, but regained his posture immediately and continued.

As Antonio tried to get onto the elephant, Romano stared at the two mangers who had still been gawking at the dancers.

He glared at the two as he hit the final high note in the song.

When the dancers stopped Romano stomped a foot dramatically.

"All they want is FREAKING DANCING!" Romano screamed, "Chigiiii!"

"Now, now Lovi~" Antonio spoke up, trying to soothe the other.

"Well," The old manager said with smile, ignoring all the chaos "The Viscount is very excited about tonight's performance."

"Aha! No no no." Romano laughed sarcastically and stomped over to the mangers, "I hope, he gets as excited about dancing whores as much as our new perverted managers here, because I WILL NOT BE SINGING!" He screamed (for what, the fifth time?) and stomped off stage, "Vederla tutto! Its finito, finished! Where's my doggy, I'm leaving! Bye bye!"

The more worried of the two managers (Toris of course) panicked. The show would be runied if Romano left! He was the lead! The audience would be furious and run the two out Paris before they could even make a name for themselves! They couldn't refund a full house! How selfish this Romano was being!

"What do we do?!" Toris asked the old manager in a panicked voice.

A dark look had come over Ivan as he watched the Prima Donna storm off. What.. His expression said, a hint of bloodlust behind his eyes.

"Uh, grovel! Beg." The manager implored and motioned towards the raging Italian.

"Ah, wait!" Toris yelled and ran after him.

Ivan followed slowly.

"Signora Romano, please! You are our only diva! Our bella, please!"

"Si si si si!" Romano glared and turned back to the managers.

"Goddess of song." Ivan mumbled with a grin.

"Certo! Of course!"

"There- there is a lovely aria in act three for Romano, isn't there?"

"Ah! Not! Because I don't have my god damn costume for act three, because someone DID NOT FINISH IT!" Romano yelled at one of his groupies.

"AND!" He continued, "I HATE MY FUKCING HAT!" He finally screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing at the gold head dress he wore on his head.

Suddenly, Antonio was there, putting his arms around Romano's waist.

"I like your hat, Lovi." He said with a smile.

Romano blushed and turned towards the Spaniard behind him.

Antonio gave him a lazy grin and nuzzled his nose into the other's shoulder.

"G-get off, damn bastard!" Romano protested quietly, trying to shove him away.

The others had turned away by now, a little embarrassed by the public display of affection.

Antonio sighed and ran a hand through Romano's hair, brushing past the curl.

Romano gave a shiver, and felt hot all over. "Ngh, i-if my managers command." He mumbled, his breath fast.

"Yay!" Antonio sang and released Romano.

The later turned and gave him a fierce glare."Alright, Maestro, get your ass back into gear!" He yelled and stomped center stage.

The others had moved back and formed a semi circle around Romano, waiting patiently.

The music started and Romano got himself ready, a groupie spraying his throat with...something, maybe water?

He cleared his throat and began.

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"Think of me, think of me fondly

When we've said goodbye~"

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Toris cringed at the high note.

Ivan went for the thing behind his back again, but Toris stopped him with a tired look.

The staff cleaning the seats in the audience pulled out some cotton from their pockets and stuffed them into their ears.

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"Remember me once in a while

Please promise me, you'll try.

When you find that once again you long

To take your heart back and be free-"

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Before he could finish the verse, Matthew let out a scream as he noticed one of the heavy scenes suspended in the air by ropes come crashing down towards Romano.

A/N: And so the first chapter comes to and end! I will try to get as many pairings in this story as I can, but the main couple will be FraceXEnglandXAmericaXEngland, no doubt about that. When I was making this story I had thought about making Russia the Phantom, America as Christine, and England as Raoul, but that would have been full of angst and emo ;laughs; I was in the mood for HAPI HAPI. So if you enjoyed this story please review! And even if you didn't REVIEW! Should I continue? TELL ME TO!

Sincerely~

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