I had so much fun writing this one!~

AN: My editor helped me add some of the more detailed things, I had so much fun making this!

The meeting room was empty, no bickering countries or threats of violence, no one playing the piano in the corner... It seemed even bigger now more than ever before, and so... Quiet. It was unnerving. Were you early? That was odd..you were never early! A sudden humming sound broke the heavy silence and you look to one of the tables on the side. France sat there, as handsome as always but with something a tad more devilish in his demeanor... You cocked an eyebrow and slowly approached him, that ever present half-smile growing into a smirk.

You sat opposite the Frenchman but couldn't contain a faint blush as he smiled at you.

"Bonjour, mon fleur~" France said, grinning and eyeing one of two speakers for the stereo. What would he need the stereo for? He winked and reached over to the ON button, on queue the music started with the sudden pulsing of the violins. It was Phantom of the Opera, the main theme.

"Would you fancy a dance with me, mon cher?" he asked, unfurling on hand. You raised an eyebrow but took it, his hand fit together with your as if one were putting together two pieces to the same puzzle. France gently pulled you to the center of the room, entwining your hands with his in the proper waltz position. You had never been so close to this particular country in you life, at least not in the fashion anyway, Britain would never allow his Capital to be seen with 'a frog and a bloody womanizer' oh if he could see you now!

An almost mystic quality overtook the massive, once uniform meeting room as France lowered the lighting, and shot you a devious grin over his shoulder. The music played on, somber strains from the instruments enveloped you into a city of night, the only other occupant was Francis Bonnefoy, the one man you swore never to consort with.

In sleep he sang to me

In dreams he came

That voice which calls to me

And speaks my name

And do I dream again?

For now I find

The phantom of the opera is there,

Inside my mind

You sang the crystalline soprano part as best as you could, looking France straight in the eye the whole time. He maneuvered you into a glorious spin with but a singular push from his left hand and pulled you back in just as gracefully. Bodies so close to touching, you were lead once again into the center most section of the room. But it was nothing compared to the events that took place next. You were caught in a moment of rapture so potent, you nearly tripped over your own feet when France began the next verse, his surprisingly strong tenor melding with the sweet notes as effortlessly as a bird taking wing.

Sing once again with me

Our strange duet

My power over you

Grows stronger yet

And though you turn from me

to glance behind

The phantom of the opera is there

Inside your mind

He circled you and then took your hand again, leading you up the walkway on the right side, ironically near to the place where England sat in all of the meetings. The city of night quality, came back with a vengeance as half of his face became obscured in the shadows blanketing the room. He truly did look like some magnificent aberration from another world, violet eyes gazing at you lovingly. The passion so potent and so delicious in those darkened irises that you thought you might be swept away.

Those who have seen your face

Draw back in fear

I am the mask you wear

France cut in with the next line, lightly caressing your face, smiling the whole time.

"It's me they hear" he whispered and you two sang together, your voices blending together. Everything else was forgotten, nothing else seemed real except Francis, who still held onto you as if you would drift away.

My/Your spirit and my/your voice

In one combined

The phantom of the opera is there

inside my/your mind

With that, you just let the music play for a bit, spinning gracefully around the room, Francis beside you. You had liked Francis for a while and to you, this moment was just...perfect.

Hes there

the phantom of the opera

Beware the phantom of the opera

Is there a phantom of the opera?

ahhhh ahhhhh ahhhh

"Sing my angel of music" he whispered in your ear and you blushed lightly at how close he was. You lightly vocalized with the singer and he smiled, wrapping his arms around you waist.

"Sing for me..." he whispered along with the Phantom and as soon as that last note hit, he held your chin with his fingers and kissed you. In the kiss, all you felt was love.

Suddenly the lights turned on and the sound system turned off. The rest of the nations were standing there looking confused, and some were complaining about the loud music.

"What is going on here!" Britain asked, his face turning red. Then he saw France, standing with you.

"You bloody frog! What are you doing with her! How many times have I told you that-" he yelled but France paid him no mind and turned back to you.

France smirked, handing you a rose. You accepted it and smiled as he gently tugged you to him, kissing you once more.

"We'll continue this later, my angel~" he whispered, smiling at you then striding out of the room, much to the confusion of the other nations. From that point, all you could think of was when you could see him again.

Your Phantom of the Opera~