The Phantom of Hetalia

A Hetalia Twist on Phantom of the Opera

(Based on the 2004 movie version)

Disclaimer: I do not own Axis Powers: Hetalia or Phantom of the Opera.

Human names used

Summary: The story of The Phantom of The Opera with Hetalia characters.

Warnings: British swearing, foul language.

Cast of Characters

Romano/Lovino Vargas: Christine Daae

Turkey/Sadiq Adnan: Phantom

Spain/Antonio Fernandez Carriedo: Raoul (Viscount de Chagny)

France/Francis Bonnefoy: Monsieur Gilles Andre

England/Arthur Kirkland: Monsieur Richard Firmin

Germany/Ludwig Beilshmidt: Madame Giry

North Italy/Feliciano Vargas: Meg Giry

Lithuania/Toris Lorinaitis: Ubaldo Piangi

Poland/Feliks Lukasiewicz: Carlotta Giudicelli

Prussia/Gilbert Bielshmidt: Joseph Buquet

Russia/Ivan Braginski: The Auctioneer

Switzerland/Vash Zwingli: Monsieur Lefevre

Austria/Roderich Edelstein: Monsieur Reyer (Maestro)

Prologue

Paris 1919

"...Lot 666, the chandelier, one of the relics from the unsolved mystery of the Phantom of the Opera. Some of you may remember it, da? Nasty business. It has been rewired with new electric bulbs, and..."

The old Spaniard tuned out the tall blond man's slightly accented chatter. He stared at the dusty chandelier, its golden arms and clinking chains bringing back memories he had hoped would stay buried forever. Then he noticed an old man looking at him from across the chandelier. He recognized the German. The German recognized him. Suddenly, he was jerked out of his reverie by a creaking noise and a clank of the chains as the old chandelier was lifted into the air. Its electric lights flickered and burst into light one by one, flooding the dusty theater where the auction was being held. The elderly Spaniard gasped. As the chandelier continued to rise, the Spaniard gripped the arms of his wheelchair and tilted his head back, following its progress to the ceiling of the old decrepit theater. The lights flooded the opera house, illuminating the painted ceiling, now peeling, and the velvet seats, now torn and caked with dust. It was all there. Perhaps a ruined, old version of its former self, but it was all there. The stage, the intricately carved golden pillars, the curtains... All of it just as he remembered.

Chapter One

Paris, The Opera Populaire, 1870

Feliks Lukasiewicz, the Opera Populaire's male star, stood to the right of the stage, applying voluminous amounts of blue eyeshadow to his already coated eyelids. "Er, Monsieur Feliks, don't you think that's enough?" twitted Toris Lorinaitus, another male performer.

"Nonsense! I need to be, like, dramatic!" exclaimed Feliks. "The new managers are coming today, and I need to, like, impress them with my talents!"

"Places!" came a voice from onstage, "Rehearsal is beginning!" Feliks and Toris glided onstage in their blue and gold costume. As Feliks stepped forward, he stumbled over a foot belonging to Lovino Vargas, a member of the ballet ensemble.

"Watch where you step, you bastard!" muttered the boy. Luckily, Feliks was intent upon the music which was beginning to play.

"Think of meeeeeee, think of me fondly, when we've said goooooooodbye..." Warbled Feliks. The two new managers of the opera house saw two of the servants and a few members of the ensemble put their fingers in their ears.

" Francis," whispered one of managers, "Francis, this is bloody awful!"

"Onhonhonhon~" CRASH! A painted backdrop fell and crashed on top of Feliks, cutting off his 'singing'. Various members of ensemble and cast screamed. Toris ran to Feliks' side and pulled him out from under the backdrop. He was screaming like mad and having a tantrum.

"Toris!Toris we are leaving! Now!" shrieked Feliks.

"Now now, Monsieur, these things do happen..." reassured the new manager called Francis.

"These things do happen? No! Until you stop 'these things' from happening, this thing, like, does not happen! Come on, Toris!" yelled Feliks in a high-pitched voice. Then he stormed out, dragging Toris by the hand.

"What are we going to do? Our show is ruined! We were going to have Feliks sing at the beginning to impress the Viscount Antonio! Now what will we do? Bloody hell!" cried the other new manager, whose name was Arthur.

"Well, is their anyone else who could possibly sing Feliks' part?" wondered the maestro. "Anyone? Don't be afraid."

"Roderich, I don't think there is anyone who can-"

"I'll do it."

"What?"

"I said, I'll do it, you French bastard."

"Lovino? You... You could sing it?"

"Shut up, you jerks, and let me try." Lovino stepped to the front of the stage and nodded to Roderich, who began conducting what was originally Feliks' song. "Think of me, think of me fondly when we've said goodbye, 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, if you ever find a moment, spare a thought for me." Lovino's clear voice rang throughout the opera house and everyone gasped.

"Francis," murmured Arthur, "We have definitely found a replacement."

"Oui, we have."

So? How was my first chapter?It was harder than I thought! Please review and no flaming! No one gains from flames. I think its a good plot, but actually I've never really seen the movie, just the musical and clips of the movie. Don't judge me! I still love it! So depending on demand, I will continue with the story or not. If no one wants it, I wont bother posting it. So please R&R! And yeah, I know, I changed the story a bit. The Girys and other characters will be introduced in later chapters. Don't kill me.

-Popcorn