Danish Phantom of the Opera

by technicolorkiss

ok so this is a phantom of the opera story about the nordics, with some denfin and sufin. to find out more though, you have to look inside!

1. Chapter 1

The Danish Phantom of the Opera

Ok, just to make this clear, I own no part of Hetalia,

And probably never will because life sucks.

Prologue.

"27 francs? Do I hear 27 francs?" The dreary bidder drawled. The place was the old Opera Populaire. An old man with bright and icy blue eyes wheeled in. "gasp,Moisuer Oxensteria?" "wh't?" the bidder blushed in embarrassment. "oh, nothing….." he whispered as he pulled out a stuffed snowy-white puppy holding cymbals. " a fine collectible, still in working condition!" an Estonian gentleman and him had to fight for it, but berwald won. "a collectors piece indeed…will it still play when we are all dead?" he whispered. "and now, to shine a little light on the past…." The bidder shouted as they pulled up the rusty and cobweb covered chandelier. And now, my dear reader, is where our story begins!

Ok so I will update this every, Friday maybe? I won't promise, but I'll try to update by then.