Thank you to the wonderful LithiumKiss for beta reading this story!
Demon of My Heart, Chapter 1: Bienvenue vers Paris
By: Vermilion Skies
Matthew had found the latter half of the ride to be, quite surprisingly, peaceful and enjoyable. Both Alfred and Arthur calmed down significantly afterwards. And much to the young man's pleasure, even that normally jittery brother of his was resting quietly against the wooden backboard, staying almost perfectly still for the remainder of the trip. The tranquil silence pleasantly reminded him of the good old times back home. He loosened up, immersing himself with the upbeat clicking and squeaking of the carriage in the background, and before he knew it, they had arrived.
"Right this way, gentlemen. Have a safe trip in Paris." The stage conductor bowed as the coach came to a grinding halt.
Streets filled with vivid, rich colors and life; tourist, families and people of all shapes and sizes scurried through town. Vibrant, antique buildings neatly decorated the sidewalk in an almost ornate manner. The sweet scents and sounds gave the atmosphere a wonderful, jubilant touch - France was as wonderful as ever, much like Matthew had envisioned.
"This is amazing," he gasped, carefully stepping out of the small cart and into the outside world, admiring his new surroundings.
"Yes, yes. Quite impressive," Arthur agreed, nodding quaintly to himself. "Not as lovely as London, of course. But I suppose they don't call this the centre of culture and art for nothing."
Matthew rubbed his hands together excitedly, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Ah, this all looks quite wonderful. I have a great feeling we're all going to enjoy it here."
"Maybe," The other responded, with a slightly reluctant scoff. "Though I wouldn't jump to rash conclusions just yet; I do strongly believe we all could definitely get out more like this."
Alfred subsequently paid the conductor, sending him off on his way before joining the others. Elated and curious about the new country, he glanced excitedly at the beautiful cityscape. With a loud, exuberant cheer he said, "So time to kick back and enjoy a nice little vacation, huh? Say, let us see exactly what this place has to offer."
"That's not a bad idea. Not bad at all," Matthew said, smiling as they quickly scrambled past a flood of scurrying carriages and pedestrians. "We might as well enjoy a nice break before the real work starts."
"Good thinking, lad. I cannot argue with that."
The trio quickly made their debut into town. No doubt, Matthew felt himself getting giddier as he entered the magnificent city. He was completely absorbed and mesmerized by the surrounding landscape, vivid scenery and the friendly environment, and his satisfaction only intensified the further he went on. Paris sure worked its wonders on him - for Matthew couldn't remember the last time he felt so ecstatic and joyful. Even Alfred and Arthur's constant bickering and quarreling besides him couldn't dampen his spirits.
Softly, he began to hum in tune with the soothing sounds and rhythm of the streets, noting the various differences between that of his hometown. He even stopped to practice a few words of French on occasion, muttering them out loud in between. Though his vocabulary was only vague, and he was receiving quite a few taunting snickers from his brother, Matthew had a definite feeling his knowledge would somehow come in very handy for the trip.
Traveling deeper into the town center they soon found themselves swarmed by a hoard of street performers and merchants. It was uncanny, compared to the outskirts of the city.
"Bonne substance que vous ne voudrez pas manquer!" Came the desperate shouts from every direction as a couple of shady looking traders attempted to lure the unsuspecting tourists towards their merchandise and shows. However, as much as he was well aware of the exotic produce around the area from previous experiences, Matthew was still surprised. He still found it difficult to divert his attention from a stall of grayish, furry fruit or a strange, bearded man with a rather large lizard, claiming it to be a baby dragon.
However, what piqued his interest the most was a small, shabby stand by the corner. It wasn't anything spectacular, yet it fascinated him in an odd way.
"Ah, I wonder what that is." Matthew paused, pointing at the said scene. Both Alfred and Arthur froze as well.
"Step right up, ladies and gentlemen! Come one, come all, and see the exclusive, multi-talented, Shin Hyo! The one and only three-headed monkey, da ze!" a young Asian man, of probably no older than eighteen, announced enthusiastically as he motioned towards a small cage on the ground. "It's no lie, everyone! A rare mutation like this only occurs once every 5,000 years! You won't believe your eyes!"
Nearby, a couple of by passers seemingly took interest, halting their activities and forming a small crowd around the stage.
"Really? A three headed chimp? No way!" Alfred squealed, blissfully captivated by the said phenomenon and pulling his two companions towards the event. "Come on Iggy, Mattie! We must go take a look!"
Arthur, however, being the most experienced and knowledgeable of the three, smacked his head with a bewildered look upon his face. "Absolutely not! Do you gits have any idea what you are getting yourselves into?"
"Not really, but it can't hurt to find out, right?"
"It's one of those freak show, for god sakes!" the older man screeched, clenching his fists wildly in the air. "Who the bloody hell would watch such a horrible, abnormal abomination? We will have plenty of time for this useless nonsense later. I would much rather not carry these luggages for longer than I have to!"
"Aww. I would really like to see that chimp, though! I think It will be exciting!" Alfred whined, though it sounded more like begging. Sorrowfully, he gazed down, looking much like a helpless, kicked puppy. "Besides, most shows here run by traveling merchants? It might not be here anymore tomorrow. This might be our only chance."
Inwardly groaning, Arthur diverted his eyes. "Don't even think about it, you wanker. That is no plausible excuse for us to spend any more energy pondering this ridiculous topic! Plus, don't we have more important things to do, like getting to the theater, maybe?"
"You know what?" Matthew added, a tiny grin on his face. "I might actually have to stick with Al on this one. I have never seen a three headed monkey before and am very interested to what this is all about."
"Yeah! That is more like it, Mattie! Now quit being so dull, Artie! Let us check it out!"
"Alright, alright! You win!" Arthur scowled, green eyes narrowed as he grumbled under his breath. Blatantly annoyed, he picked up into a light jog, catching up with the others. "We will watch the bloody freak show! But I am telling you, this whole thing's nothing but a waste of time!"
"Lo and behold, Ladies and Gentlemen! The moment you have all been waiting for!" The announcer hollered, slowly unlocking the battered cage and uncovering the veil. "Come on out, Shin Hyo and work your magic!"
Matthew's jaw nearly dropped. Out stepped positively the most ridiculous, fuzzy creature he ever witnessed in his life. The monkey gave a startling, high-pitched screech, turning all three of its hairy, brown heads forward with a blank, gaze. For a moment, it stood perfectly still publicizing it's oddly shaped body, before purposely twisting itself in an eerie formation.
Lightly chewing his lower lip, Matthew wasn't sure what he should think. He almost could have sworn the poor chimp was suffering, pleading helplessly for someone to rescue it from the awful situation. But at the same time, he found himself enjoying the show, almost tempted to laugh out loud at the scene.
The crowd around him burst into applause, chanting "More! More! More!" along the sidelines. For a whole minute, Matthew joined in with them, giggling quietly to himself
All the shouting and encouragements seemed to encourage the man, motioning with his hands and clearing his throat. "Isn't this spectacular? Wow! What an amazing sight!" he exclaimed. "Now watch as the amazing Shin-Hyo walks across a bed of steaming hot coals!"
The man pointed to a short, plump woman from the audience, who casually walked up to the smoking pile of tar, gently touching it with the tip of her index finger. She nodded, confirming that it was a legitimate bed of burning coals, before merging back with the crowd.
Looking slightly mortified, the monkey seemed to shake its head in agreement, slowly trotting towards the edge of the coals. It paused for almost a whole half minute, almost as if catching its breath, before taking its first step straight on top of the black material. Then another, and another, without faltering once, looking completely unfazed by the heat.
Around him, people where cheering and clapping in astonishment.
As the seconds passed by, the faster the chimp seemed to walk, trying to get across the bed of coals as quickly as possible, its face scrunched up in discomfort.
A few more steps - now it really looked painfully hurt. Matthew saw little droplets of perspiration forming around the chimp's eyes.
The monkey suddenly let out a loud, glass-shattering shriek, crumbling straight to the ground. Unfortunately, the poor thing had to land on something. And that was the burning hot pile of coals.
It screeched even louder, as the heat hit its bare flesh. Luckily, its owner immediately came to its rescue, pulling the agonizing monkey back to safety on clean ground.
The primate rolled around, covering itself in dirt, trying to alleviate the burning sensation. However, during that same process, two of it's furry heads came flying right off, bouncing a couple feet away from the stand.
The audience gasped, and their cheers and chants became angry 'boo's' and whispers.
Without it's extra heads, the monkey was nothing but an ordinary, brown primate.
Matthew took a closer look at one of the fallen heads on the ground. To his surprise, it was completely hollow, made out of a cardboard like material.
"What a fluke!" Shouted a thin, lengthy man as his voice was followed by a couple other cries and clamors of outrage.
Angrily, the first couple of people turned their heads, heading away from the show.
"Wait! No come back please! This isn't what it looks like!" the dark haired host begged desperately at the rapidly departing crowd. "Erm…his heads will grow back in a few minutes. Haha. This is real, I swear!"
His efforts proved useless as the crowd rapidly dispersed, one person after another.
"Can you believe it, Iggy?" Alfred asked, turning towards his fiancé, failing his arms wildly in the air. "We were tricked! That was completely unpleasant!"
Arthur rolled his eyes sarcastically, as if to say 'I told you so'. "Well, what were you expecting from a god damned freak show? This to be all real and legit?"
"Fine, fine. I admit I should have listened." The taller blond stubbornly pouted. "Ugh! Let's just get out of here and pretend this never happened!" he ushered, a bit embarrassed for having fallen headfirst for the ploy.
Arthur quickly agreed, getting ready to leave. But Matthew wasn't paying attention to any of the conversation - his eyes focused completely on the struggling man and his monkey. "You know, I, unlike everyone else, am not feeling outraged or bitter over all this," he whispered, softening his gaze. "I am sure you had a fair reason for doing what you've just done,"
The Asian man let out a long exasperated sigh, his eyes twinkling with relief. "Ah, thank you. I suppose I do have some explaining to do. And you guys probably are not thinking the best of me right now - exploiting this poor chimp and tricking the whole audience, da ze. But when it comes down to making a living in this town, you really just have to do whatever it takes that'll bring in the most money. And believe me, it doesn't always come easy."
"Sounds fair enough," Matthew replied, making his way towards the other. "Guess that is what it takes to survive over here in this terribly competitive market, eh?"
"Yes. Quite so, especially if your old job is not bringing back as much revenue as it used to, Da ze. I am just a plain, old tea merchant, you know. And now with that new craze of that horrid black stuff everyone seems to love so much – coffee was it called? My leaves just don't sell as much as they used to,"
"Ah, I see." Matthew answered. He was starting to feel quite sorry for the man and knew it was only right to lend a hand. "Well, I suppose it's only the right and proper to help you with this mess a bit. After all, it looks like you do work hard trying to cover the cost of living."
"Really? You will? Why, you're too kind!"
"No need to thank me. It is the least I could do." He glanced at the fallen monkey lying on the ground nearby. "How is your little friend doing, by the way?" he asked, concerned.
"Shin-Hyo there? Ah, the poor fellow. I guess the burning coals might have been a bit too harsh for him." The man slapped his head. "Making him walk over a pile of coals? What was I thinking? I seriously should have known that such things are scalding upon skin contact!"
"Oh dear," Matthew frowned, carefully examining the primate's foot. "The poor thing has got a nasty blister. It sure must hurt a lot."
"I would imagine so." His companion bent down, pulling out some ointment and bandages out of his bag, before applying them to his furry friend. "Ah, this should cover it! It might be a bit painful for a while, but He will live!"
The blond grinned, giving the monkey a pat on his head. "Yup, seems like He will just need some rest, care and everything should be fine."
However, Matthew wasn't as concerned over his own potentially dangerous situation like some of his peers.
Green eyes watched him carefully, frowning at the scene. "Matthew! Quit fooling around! It's time to go!" Arthur hollered.
"Just a minute, Arthur!" he shouted back. "I feel I should at least help this guy here a bit!"
Arthur furrowed his thick eyebrows, turning his attention to Alfred and lowering his voice down to a whisper. "You know, sometimes I worry for that brother of yours."
"Huh? Why is that, Ig?"
"He is too good natured and modest. I mean, helping a stranger is a reasonable deed, but making friends with someone he just hardly met on the streets? I fear it might work to his disadvantage one day,"
"Nah! I am sure It will be fine! He has been like that all his life and nothing bad has ever happened. Really. People just love him for it," Alfred laughed, giving the other man a quick pat on the shoulder.
"Ah," Arthur pondered quietly, before coming to a reluctant agreement – though he was far from actually convinced. "I suppose you know him better than me,"
"Say, you guys aren't from around here are you?" the dark haired man asked suddenly.
Matthew paused briefly, lightly tilting his head. "Erm, no. How did you know?"
"Well, I am not either. The name is Yong Soo. Here all the way from Korea,"
"Wow, you must really have come a long way then. I am Matthew Williams and That is my brother Alfred and his fiancé, Arthur," he introduced, politely ushering at his family with a brief gesture of his arm. "We are from England and visiting here for the Annual Orchestral Competition,"
"Really? The Annual Orchestral Competition?" Yong Soo questioned excitedly, face automatically lighting up. "You mean the one down at the Paris Theater?"
"Yes. What about it?"
"Ha! What a total coincidence then, da ze!" the other chuckled. "I was just about to go visit my older brother! He works down there as an archivist!"
"That is wonderful! Might you be going soon? We were planning on heading down there in just a couple minutes." Matthew smiled. They were in perfect luck. Finding Yong Soo definitely ruled out getting lost along the way or stopping for directions.
The Korean man nodded. "Sounds like a plan, then. I shall be your tour guide, da ze."
After roughly stuffing his belongings in his duffel bag, Yong Soo was ready to go. Shin-Hyo rested comfortably against his owner's shoulders as they headed towards the theater.
Arthur had also taken interest in their new companion's job. "So you are a tea merchant, you say?" he asked, looking examining the young salesman curiously. "What kind of teas do you have?"
Yong Soo counted his fingers. "Why I have plenty. Green tea, Darjeeling, Jasmine, Oolong, Long Jing, Chai, Ginseng, Lapsang Souchong, Yunnan."
The Britton pursed his lips, a bit bewildered by the seemingly uncommon selection. "What about Black Tea, Earl Gray, or Bergamot?"
"English teas right?" The dark haired man asked. "Ah, I do not believe I have any at the moment, but I do think you'll enjoy the Yunnan and Long Jing brand. Freshly imported from China. They have this unique, sharp zing and is good for your immune system too!" he reached into his pouch and pulled out two paper bags.
Arthur examined them closely, gently fingering the leaves and inhaling their scents. After pondering for a minute or two, he paid Yong Soo ten Francs for them.
Soon enough, they were greeted by the brilliant, dome building of the Paris Theater. Matthew gazed upon the wondrous architecture, amazed by the flashing gold pillars and grand marble staircase that stood proudly, furnishing the entrance.
Everything had been perfectly preserved, exactly as he had remembered it. He couldn't wait to see what other pleasant sights the theater brought.
"Yao hyung-nim!" Yong Soo hollered, waving excitedly at a particular, short male standing near the door.
The man was rather feminine, with long black hair tied in a simple ponytail behind his head and dressed in an elegant red and gold traditional Chinese robe that hung all the way to the bottom of his ankles.
Matthew noted that he must be the brother. However, other than their complementing deep, almond eyes there was nothing similar between Yong Soo and Yao. They were nearly complete opposites in behavior, looks, and style.
Yong Soo ebulliently sprinted towards his brother, wrapping his arms around him in a neck-crushing hug.
For a moment, a look of pure horror crossed Yao's face as he struggled (and failed) to get away from the iron, tight grip. Stubbornly, the shorter man piped down, but not without a cross, disapproving glare. "Yong Soo! What were you thinking, jumping me like that, aru! Are you trying to give big brother a heart attack?"
"Of course not, hyung-nim!" Yong Soo squealed, gleaming brightly, almost as if he wanted to kiss his own brother. Yao was quite seemingly uncomfortable with the closeness, blushing profoundly as he avoided the younger man's head.
"Oh! And mother made some shu mai dumplings last night! They are your favorite, right? I saved some just for you, da ze!" Yao nodded, accepting the lunch box before making his way down the stairs.
"Say, I see you have already met my brother, Yong Soo," he introduced, in a slightly irked tone. "I am Yao Wang, by the way. I run the archives around here, but live in the theater itself most of the year. Nice to see some new faces around here, aru!"
Matthew bowed politely, as he, Alfred and Arthur introduced themselves.
Yao was exceptionally joyous at the mention of the Annual Orchestral Competition. "Why, I have been awaiting that festival all year, aru!" he chirped happily. "What kind of instruments do you play?"
"Cello," Matthew replied solemnly. "I do not know if I am good enough to win the whole competition, quite honestly. But it is definitely worth a try."
"Ah! Now that is the kind of spirit I like! Hardworking, determined, but not overtly boastful!" Yao proclaimed, giving a cheerful wink.
"Thank you," He smiled, cheeks faintly flushed pink Yao Wang sounded like a pleasant individual. And as Matthew familiarized himself with his surroundings, his sense of mirth was only heightened.
"Well, there's no use just standing outside all day, aru! How about I show you guys around?" the Chinese man offered.
"Most definitely." Arthur replied, discretely looking forward towards his stay as well. "That would be very nice of you."
The theater greeted them with a warm, beckoning welcome, as they stepped past the large, varnished doorframe. If the outside had been impressive, the inside was unbelievably spectacular.
Feeling completely flabbergasted. Matthew almost couldn't believe his eyes, as the colors from the beautiful, flamboyant walls and ceilings danced before him. Hanging high above their heads, was a magnificent, crystal chandelier. Complete with four different layers, the clear jewels formed a lovely rainbow pattern against the floor as light gently flowed through their interior. He'd bet that alone cost at least ten grand.
The halls were filled with life. Actors and musicians concentrated and rehearsed skits with all their hearts. Dressed in various different outfits - from elegant and classy to downright ridiculous, the people themselves were just as colorful as the decorations.
"There, Leonato, take her back again: Give not this rotten orange to your friend; She's but the sign and semblance of her honor." A well pronounced male recited, dramatically swaying his arms from side to side.
Grinning, Matthew felt comforted by the lines of his favorite Shakespearean play, as he watched the actors perform line after line of Much Ado Nothing.
Yao clapped his hands together, when they approached a well-dressed young man effortlessly playing on a grand piano. Matthew could automatically tell the guy had quite a bit of skill, as his long slender fingers gently glided over the black and white keys.
The man paused, upon noticing their arrival, pressing his wire frame classes against his nose before examining them each carefully. Other than a wild strand, which stood out in a similar manner as his brother, Alfred's, his chestnut, hair was smooth and completely flawless.
"Roderich Edelstein, how are you today?" Yao introduced.
"Very fine, Yao, and I hope all is the same with you." Clearing his throat, said man spoke calmly with a voice as glassy as his looks. "I see you have brought some guests over. Who might they be?"
"Ah yes!" Yao exclaimed, glistening with pure delight. He turned his attention upon them again. "Matthew, Alfred, Arthur, I would like you to meet Roderich, aru! He is the producer for the theater and will be in charge of running the upcoming Orchestral competition."
"That is precisely correct," Roderich said, smiling politely. "I am in charge of everything that goes on throughout the event and will be responsible for finding a suitable winner. The person whom deserves that great honor will not only have an one year contract with the theater, but also a 25 thousand dollar signing bonus to start their career."
Matthew shook his hand, quietly sighing to himself. Winning that competition had never sounded this great. He could only imagine what a victory could bring; his life playing the cello was a dream come true and on top of that, the 25 grand – he could definitely use that to pay off some loans, buy a bigger home, or even use a bit of that money to help Alfred and Arthur with their wedding plans.
Roderich bowed, before swiftly scooting himself off the bench. "If you would excuse me, I do have an important meeting to attend soon. They say they want to expand the auditorium down towards the beginning of the halls. Good luck and pleasure meeting you,"
Yao gave a light chuckle." My, the halls, of course!" he cheered. "It sure would be helpful if I showed you where the guests are sleeping, aru!"
"Yong Soo, who had been pleasantly quiet, suddenly gave a loud snort. "Yao hyung-nim is getting old and senile, da ze!"
"Am not, Yong Soo!" Came the annoyed rebuttal. "Quit calling me an old geezer! I'm only five years older than you, aru! Just go home already if you're bored!"
About a few hundred feet more, the wide exuberant, outer room narrowed into a neat, lavish hall. Portraits of famous musicians, such as Bach and Alessandro Scarlatti decorated the walls; their smiling faces plump and lively.
Yao waved towards a shorthaired woman, who waved back just as enthusiastically before heading off on her way. Though her figure was on the plump and curvy side, she still was nonetheless attractive, with her platinum blond bob cut pulled back in a tight hair band.
"That is Katyusha Braginski. She is the daughter of the wealthy Ukrainian entrepreneur who owns the theater, as well as the next heir to the whole entire fortune." The Chinese man explained. "Very kind woman, aru! But her younger sister, Natalia is the complete opposite. Be watchful of her." he lowered his voice down a notch. "They say the poor girl's schizophrenic and sees all this weird things like ghosts, demons and stuff. Good thing she doesn't come out of her room often, aru."
Matthew listened intently, feeling urgently sorry for the younger sister. It must have been painful having such a mental disorder.
"Well, she does have a point sometimes, you know," Yong Soo butted in. "I mean, you guys have at least heard the rumors about this place, right?"
They were confused. Matthew, Alfred and Arthur exchanged awkward glances with each other, uncertain about the statement.
Yao seemed displeased. "There is nothing wrong with anything around here, aru! Quit being a nuisance Yong Soo!" he shouted.
Yong Soo wasn't faltered by the threat, continuing on with his tirade. "Why it is haunted, of course! They say that evil spirits of vile villains from the past frequently pass through this place, da ze."
Alfred turned about five shades paler. "S-spirits as in scary stuff like g-ghosts?"
"Well yeah. What else would they be, da ze!"
"Don't listen to him. Yong Soo is just acting like a little jerk, aru," Yao assured, giving his brother a hard slap against his forehead. "I can promise you, I have been working and living here for the last eight years and have seen no such thing!"
"Yeah. Whatever." The Korean replied, rubbing his head where he had been hit. "Just don't wander through the halls at night," he dropped down to an eerie, coarse whisper. "Or you might not be there in the morning."
Matthew felt a cold shiver run down his spine.
"Enough, aru! Quit scaring the guests here! Go home or I will tell mother how her favorite Ming vase really broke last week!"
Yong Soo stiffened immediately. "Well what do you know? Would you look at the time! I shall be heading back now, da ze! I will be back soon, guys and hyung-nim!" he exclaimed, with a look of exasperated shock. Almost immediately he sprintd away, down the hall and out of the theater.
"Oh please do not," Matthew heard Yao muttering under his breath.
"I must apologize on behalf of my brother," He continued, this time more loudly. "He can be so irritating sometimes, aru. I hope his little joke didn't change your minds about the theater in any way. I can guarantee nothing bad is going to happen here."
"Not at all," Arthur answered, trying to pry off a whimpering Alfred, who had been clinging tightly to his waist. "We are not concerned. Plus this place does not feel like it would be a hot spot for any type of paranormal activity."
And Matthew had found reassurance in Yao's words as well. The theater was simply too grand and beautiful for any terrible disaster. "I am sure everything here is just fine and lovely," he said, convinced that nothing could go wrong.
"Of course, of course!" Yao agreed, with a blissful grin. "Your rooms should be somewhere along the hall. Sounds like you have had quite a long day today. I think we should just call it a night here, aru. I live down the second door here. Feel free to call me if you ever need anything!"
"I could not agree more," Matthew stifled a yawn. He had not noticed how tired he was. "Thank you for showing us around."
"Pleasure's mine, aru! And I hope you three all have a wonderful stay!"
Finding his room had been easy. Fortunately for Matthew, he had spotted it within minutes. After ushering goodnight to Alfred and Arthur, he headed straight towards his living space for the next week.
The room was more than pleasant – complete with a dresser, mirror, and a large four-poster bed. It was far more spacious than his room at home, yet alone any room he had seen in his life.
Matthew sighed, snuggling himself against the soft linen blankets of his bed. He could already feel himself getting spoiled by the luxury. Slowly, he inhaled, breathing in the fresh new scents, before falling into a light, easy sleep.
OoOoO
Here's the first chapter, everyone. Sorry for taking over three months to publish, when I said I would have this out quickly! D: Well, what can I say? Writing is so much easier said than done.
Sort of had to force myself to write this at times, but I'm glad I did.
I just adore Yong Soo in this! It's a shame he wont be back anytime soon. Korea x China is one of those pairings I shamelessly ship, and it was quite tempting to make them more lovey-dovey. XD
I'm quite happy about this, though! Only a couple words from being short of 5000 words of actual story! I never thought I had the patience to archive so much in one sitting, but boy am I ever so glad to prove myself wrong!
Character roles (in case you were wondering and if things weren't obvious enough):
Matthew = Christine
Francis = Raoul
Ivan = Eirik/phantom
Alfred AND Arthur = Meg
Katyusha/Ukraine = Madam Cheri
Lovino = Charlotte
Everyone else is just kind of thrown in.
Translations:
Bienvenue vers Paris: Welcome to Paris (French)
Hyung-nim: brother (Korean)
Everything else, I don't remember. Sorry! :(
Oh well. Review if you want faster updates.
Till next time!