AN: *still kind of crying* SO I JUST FINISHED WATCHING MOULIN ROUGE (I think that's how you spell it but I could be wrong) AND I CRIED SO MUCH OF MY GOSH. If you've never seen it, go watch it! It's like a musical play thing but in a movie (Kind of like The Phantom of the Opera-and if you know that movie/musical I'll love you forever) and it's romantic, HILARIOUS, weird (in a good way), and SAD AT THE END MY GOODNESS MY HEART IS STIL SEWING BACK TOGETHER. Anyway throughout the whole movie I was thinking 'Spamano. Spamano. SPAMANO YES' and as soon as it was over I said goodnight to my parents and rushed upstairs to my computer! So I have no idea how long this will be but this will be a bit of a challenge for me since I have to be very descriptive when it comes to this movie. BUT IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED IT YOU CAN STILL READ THIS BECAUSE I'LL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING BUT THE MOVIE IS AMAZING PLEASE WATCH IT ANYWAY. Also, Lovino and Feliciano and Romulus are not related in this. So, thank you guys for always supporting my stories and here's the first chapter of 'Moulin Rouge' and I hope you guys enjoy it! ANOTHER THING, I WOULD READ THIS WITH THE MUSIC.
Italics-singing, Italic's underlined- thinking ,Bold italics-narrator thing (well, it's Antonio writing the story but him narrating if that makes sense? Like how a movie would do)
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE MOVIE OR THE CHARACTERS IN THE MOVIE OR THE CHARACTERS IN HETALIA I ONLY OWN THE STORY-SORT OF I GUESS. Anyway, continue~
Christian-Antonio Fernandez Carriedo
Satine-Lovino Vargas
Duke-Sadiq
Harold Zidler-Romulus
Toulouse-Feliciano Vargas
There was a boy…A very strange, enchanted boy…They say he wandered very far…Very far…Over land and sea…A little shy…And sad of eye…But very wise was he…And then one day…The magic day he passed my way…And while we spoke of many things, fools and kings…This he said to me…"The greatest thing you'll ever learn…Is just to love…And be loved…In return…"
Paris, 1900.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo sat alone at a type-writer, his hair disheveled and his clothes dirty. The man sniffled and anyone could tell by looking into his green eyes that he had been crying, and a deep sorrow was buried inside. His hair had grown longer that he usually kept it, but to him nothing mattered anymore. Nothing mattered except this story he was going to write. Their story.
He stared at the blank sheet of paper that was inserted into his type-writer before typing fifteen words and watching as the keys with ink hit the paper with every letter. 'The greatest thing you'll ever learn,' Antonio typed slowly, letting out a small gasp every now and then to keep himself from crying. 'is just to love, and to be loved in return.'
The man finished typing, wiping his eyes before continuing and typing out the title. "The Moulin Rouge" Antonio said softly. His mind flashed back to a year ago, his heart clenching in sadness and happiness because it made him want to break down and cry for hours, but oh was it the most wonderful time of his life. He began typing out their story, keeping back his tears and memories going by in his head.
The Moulin Rouge.
A nightclub.
A dancehall and a bordello.
Ruled over by Romulus.
Kingdom of night time pleasures.
Where the rich and powerful came to play with the young, and beautiful creatures of the underworld.
The most beautiful of all these was the man I loved.
Lovino.
A courtesan.
He sold his love to men.
They called him the sparkling diamond.
And he was the star, of the Moulin Rouge.
Antonio typed this out, thinking about the love of his life, Lovino. He sat there at the small table and stared at the type-writer with a deeply sad expression only few could understand.
"The man I loved…is…dead."
He said softly as he typed it out, staring out the window next to him and looking at the broken down building across the street. It was the same Moulin Rouge he was talking about in his story, the same one where he had met him…The love of his life.
1899, Paris
I first came to Paris, one year ago. It was 1899, the summer of love. I knew nothing of the Moulin Rouge, Romulus, or Lovino. The world had been swept up in a bohemian revolution, and I had traveled from Madrid to be a part of it.
Antonio Fernandez Carriedo stepped off the train with a wide smile, bags in hand and a hopeful mindset. He just knew Paris would be full of excitement and chances! He looked around the train station with awe in his green eyes, his brown curly hair trimmed to where it was short, but all in all it was still a huge mess. But the Spaniard could not find it in himself to care. He was in the city of romance! Yes it would be hard at first getting used to the people and changes but it would be worth it!
On a hill near the city of Paris, was the village of Montatre. It was not as my father had said, "A village of sin!" but the center of the Bohemian world! Musicians, painters, writers! They were known as 'The Children of the Revolution"
Antonio walked out of the train station and towards the village, a part of him expecting to see what his father had told him. A place of sin! Where all innocent virtues go to die and rot! That's what his father had said, but he couldn't just believe what his father said! A place of revolution? Why would it be mixed with sin? It didn't make sense and he never believed his father. Good thing he didn't because it was amazing when he got to the village.
There were musicians playing their instruments in the middle of the streets, painters selling their art for money and giving advice to those just starting, and writers writing on paper on the sidewalks or in their homes writing on their type-writers! There was laughter all around and it filled the Spaniard with thrill!
Yes, I had come to live a penniless existence. I had come to write about truth, beauty, freedom! And that which what I most believed in of all things, love!
Antonio sat down at his type-writer once he had settled into his new home (it was kind of a rundown place but he didn't mind) and grinned at the blank piece of paper, and how it almost looked eager to have words typed into it. Many would find it odd for Antonio to think like that but this was just how he was, another reason why he moved to Montatre.
His father never accepted or understood him, and he didn't understand Antonio's fascination of revolution, or of love. Just thinking about that made his father's voice come to mind. 'Always this ridiculous obsession with love!'
There was only one problem. I'd never been in love!
Antonio gasped slightly at his realization before he began typing. "Dios mios how have I never been in love before?!"
Luckily right at that moment an unconscious Danish man fell through my roof.
Antonio jumped out of his chair with a yell of fright, watching as the man fell through his roof and crushed the table he had just been sitting at. He had blond hair that was spiked up and he looked extremely drunk. Something had caught the man so he was kind of just hanging there.
He was quickly joined by a dwarf, dressed as a nun.
Antonio jumped yet again as a short man who looked Italian kicked his door open with a smile. "Ciao! How do you do? My name is Feliciano Veneziano Italia *gasp* Vargas~!" The man said.
He had bright red-orange hair with a curl that stood up on the right side of his head, seeming to defy gravity. Antonio was honestly confused at the situation and didn't know exactly what to do. "What?!" The Spaniar exclaimed, wondering who these two were. Not that he wasn't a nice person but there was now a hole in his roof and his door was ruined.
"I'm terribly sorry about all this-We were just upstairs rehearsing a play~" Feliciano said happily, trying to get his friend down from the roof. "WHAT?!" Antonio shouted.
A play! Something very modern called 'Spectacular Spectacular'!
Feliciano started jumping up and down in excitement, not being able to hold it all in about the play. "Ve~ And it's set in Switzerland!"
Unfortunately the unconscious Danish man suffered from a sickness called 'Narcolepsy'.
Feliciano giggled and looked at Antonio, still helping the Danish man get down, who was groaning. "Perfectly fine one moment and then suddenly unconscious the next~!" He said with another laugh.
Antonio heard crash and saw that the Danish man had started swinging for some reason, breaking a mirror. The Spaniard picked it up and he suddenly heard a shout from above. "How is he?"
Antonio and Feliciano looked up to see three other men pear down from the level above them, the one on the left looking concerned, the one in the middle looking like he could give less of a shit and he looked pissed, and the one on the right looking shocked. The one on the right had dark hair who also had an odd curl and he wore a purple cloak and had violet eyes. He was holding sheet music and wearing glasses. The one in the middle had blonde hair and…Was he wearing makeup?! Yes he was. Anyway, and he was also pouting. The one on the right looked very pale and was probably Finnish. He had blue-violet eyes and blonde hair and looked like the kind of guy anyone would want to protect.
The one in the middle scoffed. "Oh well look at that now that the narcoleptic Dane is like, unconscious, and therefore the scenario will like not be done in time to present for the financia tomorrow." The Blonde sad in annoyance, looking down at the unconscious Dane with a slight glare.
The one beside him with glasses pushed them up and said. "Quite right Felix. I still have to finish the music." Feliciano just waved his hand and smiled up at the three of them, Antonio giving up on trying to understand. "We'll find someone to replace him to read the part~!" Feliciano said happily, making Felix roll his eyes.
"Where in Heaven's name are we going to find someone to read the role of a young, sensitive swiss poet goat herder?!" Felix exclaimed, looking at Feliciano, Tino, and Roderich stressfully. Feliciano smiled at Antonio and pointed at him, making Antonio's eyes widen. "H-Huh?"
Before I knew it I was upstairs, standing in for the unconscious Dane!
AN: OKAY I KNOW THIS LOOKS LIKE A CRACK FANFIC BUT SWEAR THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS IN HE FIRST 7 MINUTES OF THE MOVIE XD Anyway I promise it gets more serious and romantic but there are HILARIOUS moments in this okay? Anyway thanks so much for reading and until the next chapter in this, my other stories, or anything new, Peace!
~HetaliaAndSpamanoFangirl