Hi there folks, heres our very first chapter! I don't own Hetalia or Phantom of the Opera by the way. ENJOY!

Chapter 1: think of me

If you had walked into the Opera Populaire 50 years ago, you would have seen a frantic sight, given it was the rehearsal before opening night. Stagehands were striking the set for the next scene, actors were practicing their lines, and the dancers were warming up. "Veeeh, let's get started already!" a cute spoiled Italian boy was prancing around the stage and jumping up and down in excitement. Meanwhile, two young men, one Finnish, the other Estonian, were running down stairs backstage to sand their slippers. "Hurry Tino! We need to go!" just as they scrambled onto stage, finding their bosses making an announcement. "Hello everyone. We are here to put the rumors of us retiring to rest. They….are true." 'AH HAA! See Luddy? I told you, I told you!" the Italian squeaked, all in a tizzy. "Our successors are Mr. Roman and Mr. Germanina with their nephew, Berwald Oxenstierra." Tino gasped. "Whats wrong Tino?" "Me and Berwald…..you could say we were childhood sweethearts." They started to dance as the music began. "Hallo new bosses! You need someone to show you around, da?" and followed the Russian. "Who is that flaxen haired boy?" "Oh? That is Eduward. He is my son. The one next to him is Tino Viniaomen." The two men were flabberghasted. "No relation to the famous violinist, I assume?" "His only child." Suddenly, the stage crashed down on Feliciano. "VEEEHH! How could you let that happen! Bring my doggy get my doggy, BYE BYE!" The Austrian composer looked like he was about to throw a fit himself. "GILLLBEEERRRTTTT! HOW could you let that fall!" but said albino popped out of one of the props. "Let what fall? I was here" he paused. "Maaayyybeee it was the phantom." Everyone grew quiet for a minute. "Well, it still doesn't change that we need an actor!" "What about Tino?" Ivan suggested. "U-uh…." The two owners thought for a moment. "May you please sing for us Tino?" tino felt himself blush. "s-sure. 'Think of me, think of me fondly….'"

Aaand that's it folks. Again, every Friday this will update.