Hello~ I am cutepiku. I draw weird stuff on Deviantart, and haven't written a fanfic in ages. This is a de-anon from the Hetalia Kink Meme. If you like The Phantom of the Opera, you'll like this. You'll probably like it even if you don't enjoy the play, because.. I tend to bash what I like.

Anyways! All characters are (c)opyright of Hidekaz Himaruya! I own nothing!

The Phantom - Turkey/Sadiq Adnan
Christine Daaé - Japan/Kiku Honda
Raoul, Vicount de Chagny - Greece/Heracles Karpusi
Meg Giry - America/Alfred F. Jons
Richard Firmin - North Italy/Feliciano Vargas
Gilles André - South Italy/Lovino Vargas
Madam Giry - France/Francis Bonnefoy
Carlotta Giudicelli - Korea/Im Yong Soo
Ubaldo Piangi - China/Yao Wang
Joseph Boquet - Prussia/Gilbert Beilschmidt
Monsieur Lefevre - Rome/Grandpa Rome/Romulus (in my headcanon, shut up)
Maestro - Austria/Roderich Edelstein

And other snippets of others~ Keep your eyes open!

Our story begins at the Paris Opera House in the heart of France. The stage, bustling with life and high-pitched voices, shows many members of the opera practicing for their latest performance - Hannibal.

"Once more to my welcoming arms, my love returns in splendour!" Yong Soo screeched, the leading lady-man of the night.

"Once more to those sweetest of charms, my heart and soul surrender." Yao sang back, but with visibly less enthusiasm, his wife-man Yong Soo clinging to his arm.

"Ahh.. this play is going to rock!" Romulus pumped his arm, cheering as they continued to sing, dance, spring, and screech on stage.

"Ve~ I agree grandpa!" Feliciano cooed, enthralled with the German ballerina who was dancing on stage.

"Oh, shut up and just sign the damn place over, gramps!" Lovino pressed the paper work into Romulus' face, angrily ignoring the Spaniard making sex-eyes at him from the stage.

"Oh yeah, sorry 'bout that!" Grinning, Romulus signed the papers and quickly unbuttoned his jacket, revealing a floral patterned shirt beneath. "Well, it's off to my vacation house in Italy! Ciao~" With flourish, Romulus left the building, nearly knocking over Heracles, sleeping against a wall.

Feliciano skipped over to the man, making sure he was okay. Chattering about pasta, he helped Heracles to his feet.

"Ah.. thank you." Heracles yawned lightly. "I am Heracles.. I am a patron and share-holder of the Opera.."

"Ve~ I'm Feliciano! Lovi and I just pistol-whipped grandpa into giving us this place!" Feliciano giggled, turning back to the stage.

On stage, Kiku danced a long side his friend Alfred. He looked out into the crowd, spotting Heracles, and smiled lightly.

"Hey! You checking that guy out?" Alfred laughed and prodded Kiku with his elbow, knocking him into Ludwig. Righting himself, and apologizing to Ludwig profusely, Kiku turned back to Alfred. "Yes, that man was a good friend of mine when I was younger.. Heracles."

Heracles' eyes met with Kiku's. He smirked lightly as the boy blushed and nearly toppled onto the singer Antonio. He began to drift off again, when suddenly a crash was heard on stage.

"DA ZE! THE PHANTOM! HE'S TRYING TO KILL ME! AGAIN!" Yong Soo screeched, causing further chaos on stage.

"Ai-yah, calm down Yong Soo. The Phantom could care less about you, I'm sure, aru." Yao comforted the man.

"I QUIT! THE MURDER OF DIVA'S DID NOT ORIGINATE IN KOREA!" Yong Soo gathered his skirts and stormed out, dragging a confused Yao with him.

"Well fuck, now we have no leading girl.. thing." Lovino swore, sitting back in his front row seat.

"Ve~ I'm sure someone can sing among them!" Feliciano giggled, waving towards Ludwig, who pretended to be distracted by helping the stage hand, Gilbert, clean up the fallen sandbag that had created the loud crash.

"Yo!" Alfred called from onstage. "I'm here to save the day! My pal Kiku can sing like something AWESOME!"

"Really~?" Feliciano smiled, and Lovino cursed.

"Well? Let's hear him. Can't be worse than the previous diva." Lovino sighed, and leaned back.

Madam Francis popped out from under the stage, grinning. "I agree~ Kiku has been taking lessons! Mon cher is quite good!"

"Ah.. I have, but I am not good.." Kiku mumbled humbly.

"Shut up and sign. Also, who is your teacher?"

"I.. do not know his name, I am afraid.."

Heracles cracked an eye open, listening carefully.

Kiku began to sign softly, becoming louder with each elbow to the rib, courtesy of Alfred. Needless to say, everyone was blown away.

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