Disclaimer (Applied to the entire story): I do not own Hetalia, Moulin Rouge, or any plays or song lyrics mentioned in this story.
This is a story about the Moulin Rouge.
The most popular club in Budapest, built to be bubbling and bright and beckoning to any casual observer in the night. Moulin Rouge was full of promiscuous women with strange, alluring performances. Dancers, singers, prostitutes, poets. People from all corners of life, joining together to perform and observe in this one special club.
But the most important, the most breathtaking of them all, was the woman I love.
Elizaveta.
Equipped with the voice of an angel and a certain sort of temptation that only an enchantress could possess, my dazzling Hungarian would walk the stage and allure hundreds upon thousands of people. But I was the only one that ever held that affect on her. And for that I will always be grateful
This is the story of Moulin Rouge, a popular brothel in the heart of Budapest. A story about love and jealousy. And the story of how I came to realize that the greatest thing in life is simply to love and be loved in return.