Hetalia does Moulin Rouge. Bonus: US/UK, France/Canada, or Germany/Italy
of whores and lovers
a kiss on the hand may be quite continental
This-this is what love must be. He’s only supposed to be here, a guest of Arthur’s, for a few days before he goes off in the world, indulges in all the beauties therein. But-he can’t breathe. “Who is that?” he asks over the noise of the shouting, the cheering, the singing.
His eyes are not on the main starlet, the one with the smug smirk just touching the corners of his mouth. There’s a dancer in the corner, one who looks almost exactly like the star; this dancer, though, has a small smile on his face that hooks right underneath Francis’s ribs and just tugsArthur drags himself out of the bottom of his mug. “Who?” He’s squinting at the throng of people and Francis would mock his friend if he weren’t so focused. He points at the dancer
( ... )
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anonymous
June 24 2011, 20:21:20 UTC
Ludwig’s expression does not change. This is his business, yes, but there is only one thing that will ever make him falter. “Who?”
They both look over the dance hall and the investor points to the tiny figure of a lone dancer in a corner. “I will be one with him,” the investor says quietly.
Ludwig says nothing. He, instead, goes back to the contract and signs at the bottom. As the investor is signing, he says, “I will arrange a meeting for you and him tomorrow night.”
They shake hands and Ivan Braginski is smiling as he walks out of the office.
the children of the revolution
Francis has to carry Arthur back to the loft. The drunken fool is muttering nonsense under his breath and Francis drops him to the bed. The prospect of lying down next to Arthur, of pulling him from his drunken stupor with kisses and touches that will be forgotten in the morn, is, for once, unappealing.
Yes, the dance hall is mainly empty, but that one dancer has to still be there. He has to.
Francis does not look back at Arthur when he leaves the loft.
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anonymous
June 24 2011, 20:22:37 UTC
“You have a beautiful smile,” Francis says softly. It must be love. He doesn’t just want this dancer in his bed, which is what he has always felt. He wants this dancer to smile.
The dancer goes pink in the face. “Ah…thank you.” He’s…cuteSo, “Spend tonight with me,” spills out of Francis’s mouth. The dancer’s smile freezes and Francis hurries his words. “You are beautiful enough for a night of passion, but no, not that. Let me speak beautiful poetry to you over wine. That is all
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anonymous
June 24 2011, 20:24:22 UTC
There’s a dark love bite on Alfred’s collarbone.
Matthew holds back a sigh and goes, “Nothing.” He goes to his own bed and lies down, pretending he can’t hear Alfred’s coughs.
my gift is my song
Francis stumbles out of the room to the sound of very English cursing. His head aches, but all he can think is blue eyes-sweet smile-pleasant laugh. The English cursing cuts through the delightful thoughts.
Arthur is at the tiny table is what constitutes the kitchen, bent over sheets of paper. He’s drinking something that looks like mud. Maybe that’s the cause of the cursing.
“What are you doing, mon amiArthur does not look pleased at the title. “I have a play to be creating,” he says grandiosely, bitterly, with an angry grimace
( ... )
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anonymous
June 24 2011, 20:26:07 UTC
A faintly accented voice-German?-drifts over to him. “I am glad to see you are in, Matthew.” The voice is stern, formal. “You have probably heard from your brother about the new investor and the move to transform the hall into a theater, yes?”
“I…I have,” Matthew agrees. His voice is especially quiet.
“This is the investor, Matthew. He will be your…guest as long as he is here.” There is special emphasis on “guest” that makes Francis’s stomach turn.
Matthew also seems disconcerted by this. “M-my guest?”
The speaker doesn’t take this as an argument. “I’m sorry, Matthew, but this is how it will be.” There’s a pause, a clearing of the throat. “We can discuss it later if you wish, but you do work here.”
There’s the shuffle of feet and the door clicks shut. Francis thinks a second about moving out from behind the curtain, but then Matthew’s going, “Ah, h-hello. My name is Matthew.”
“I am Ivan. It is a pleasure to meet you, dorogoi.”
“Dor“Come, let us sit, Matthew. We can get to know each other better
( ... )
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anonymous
June 25 2011, 01:13:42 UTC
asdfghjkajawidjk oh god. One of my favorite movies and my favorite characters/pairings - I'm on cloud nine. Your writing is wonderful and I'm adoring every second of this! A shame that it was over so soon. I can't wait for more! ♥
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anonymous
June 25 2011, 04:13:45 UTC
Oh PLEASE CONTINUE> Good law this is so amazing... I mean, the Franada is so perfect and sweet, not to mention the added Gerita and USUK. I'm just really interested.
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anonymous
June 29 2011, 02:59:32 UTC
I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS YAY. (Also, I am slow writer. Sorry!) But thanks everybody!
love is a many-splendored thing
It’s not easy to continually slip from Francis to Ivan and back again. All he can think about is Francis, all the time. It’s difficult to debate with Ivan about something or other, when he’s thinking about slipping into Francis’s bed.
It’s not easy, not all of the time, but it does become easier over time
( ... )
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anonymous
June 29 2011, 03:01:47 UTC
love lifts us up where we belong
It’s still not easy, even with Francis no longer coming to the dance hall. Matt waits until Arthur is calling rehearsal to a close and then he pulls on a smile and presses a kiss to Ivan’s cheek and leaves to the loft as fast as possible.
When Matthew asks about Arthur, Francis goes, “I’ve told him that I have a guest.” He kisses Matthew. “He knows it’s someone from the hall, but he doesn’t know who.” They kiss again and lose themselves in the sheets.
we leave it all to chance
He can see Matthew’s silhouette in the archway of the hall. All he wants to do is reach out and steal Matthew away from here.
There’s the click of heels, the swish of heavy fabric, behind him. He glances over his shoulder. There’s a dancer-the one who keeps following him around. Her expression is neutral, but there’s a spark in her eyes
( ... )
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anonymous
July 1 2011, 00:48:38 UTC
why does my heart cry?
Shakily, Matthew sets the glass of wine down on the table. He should be used to pretending like this, faking his smiles and laughter, but it’s been becoming harder and harder with Francis. Ivan smiles from across the table and Matthew’s stomach twists into a knot.
He can do this.
Their plates are clean and Ivan stands. The balcony doors are open, the sky clear and never-ending beyond the frame. Matthew goes over, leans against the railing. The stars are bright and he can wish wish wish.
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anonymous
July 1 2011, 01:43:04 UTC
today’s the day when dreaming endsThere’s a bag on the dresser when Ludwig enters. Clothes are flying out of the closest. Finally, Matthew emerges, clothes in his arms. He pauses only a fraction of a second to stare at Ludwig and then he continues, placing the clothes into the bag
( ... )
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anonymous
July 1 2011, 05:38:43 UTC
the stairway up to la butte can make the wretched sigh
It’s growing dark. The buzz from the cheap wine is gone already and he can see the lights of the dance hall in the distance. He wants to jump into the Seine, like any good romantic hero, but…the lights of the dance hall are like stars.
His heart is still beating, somehow. Perhaps…perhaps…
Money is the only thing that matters? (But something…something is wrong. He doesn’t know what, but something is very very wrong.) There is money still left in his pocket.
Francis lets the empty bottle drop to the gutter and makes his way along the street.
no words in the vernacular can describe this great eventMatthew watches as Alfred coughs into his hand for a moment and pushes aside the curtain, stepping onto the stage. The music starts and he leans against the dresser, waiting out the scene. He feels…empty, hollowed-out. Alfred is dying and Francis is gone. He thinks he should be crying and maybe he will, once some time has passed, but now he only feels…distant
( ... )
Hetalia does Moulin Rouge. Bonus: US/UK, France/Canada, or Germany/Italy
of whores and lovers
a kiss on the hand may be quite continental
This-this is what love must be. He’s only supposed to be here, a guest of Arthur’s, for a few days before he goes off in the world, indulges in all the beauties therein. But-he can’t breathe. “Who is that?” he asks over the noise of the shouting, the cheering, the singing.
His eyes are not on the main starlet, the one with the smug smirk just touching the corners of his mouth. There’s a dancer in the corner, one who looks almost exactly like the star; this dancer, though, has a small smile on his face that hooks right underneath Francis’s ribs and just tugsArthur drags himself out of the bottom of his mug. “Who?” He’s squinting at the throng of people and Francis would mock his friend if he weren’t so focused. He points at the dancer ( ... )
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They both look over the dance hall and the investor points to the tiny figure of a lone dancer in a corner. “I will be one with him,” the investor says quietly.
Ludwig says nothing. He, instead, goes back to the contract and signs at the bottom. As the investor is signing, he says, “I will arrange a meeting for you and him tomorrow night.”
They shake hands and Ivan Braginski is smiling as he walks out of the office.
the children of the revolution
Francis has to carry Arthur back to the loft. The drunken fool is muttering nonsense under his breath and Francis drops him to the bed. The prospect of lying down next to Arthur, of pulling him from his drunken stupor with kisses and touches that will be forgotten in the morn, is, for once, unappealing.
Yes, the dance hall is mainly empty, but that one dancer has to still be there. He has to.
Francis does not look back at Arthur when he leaves the loft.
( ... )
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The dancer goes pink in the face. “Ah…thank you.” He’s…cuteSo, “Spend tonight with me,” spills out of Francis’s mouth. The dancer’s smile freezes and Francis hurries his words. “You are beautiful enough for a night of passion, but no, not that. Let me speak beautiful poetry to you over wine. That is all ( ... )
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Matthew holds back a sigh and goes, “Nothing.” He goes to his own bed and lies down, pretending he can’t hear Alfred’s coughs.
my gift is my song
Francis stumbles out of the room to the sound of very English cursing. His head aches, but all he can think is blue eyes-sweet smile-pleasant laugh. The English cursing cuts through the delightful thoughts.
Arthur is at the tiny table is what constitutes the kitchen, bent over sheets of paper. He’s drinking something that looks like mud. Maybe that’s the cause of the cursing.
“What are you doing, mon amiArthur does not look pleased at the title. “I have a play to be creating,” he says grandiosely, bitterly, with an angry grimace ( ... )
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“I…I have,” Matthew agrees. His voice is especially quiet.
“This is the investor, Matthew. He will be your…guest as long as he is here.” There is special emphasis on “guest” that makes Francis’s stomach turn.
Matthew also seems disconcerted by this. “M-my guest?”
The speaker doesn’t take this as an argument. “I’m sorry, Matthew, but this is how it will be.” There’s a pause, a clearing of the throat. “We can discuss it later if you wish, but you do work here.”
There’s the shuffle of feet and the door clicks shut. Francis thinks a second about moving out from behind the curtain, but then Matthew’s going, “Ah, h-hello. My name is Matthew.”
“I am Ivan. It is a pleasure to meet you, dorogoi.”
“Dor“Come, let us sit, Matthew. We can get to know each other better ( ... )
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love is a many-splendored thing
It’s not easy to continually slip from Francis to Ivan and back again. All he can think about is Francis, all the time. It’s difficult to debate with Ivan about something or other, when he’s thinking about slipping into Francis’s bed.
It’s not easy, not all of the time, but it does become easier over time ( ... )
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It’s still not easy, even with Francis no longer coming to the dance hall. Matt waits until Arthur is calling rehearsal to a close and then he pulls on a smile and presses a kiss to Ivan’s cheek and leaves to the loft as fast as possible.
When Matthew asks about Arthur, Francis goes, “I’ve told him that I have a guest.” He kisses Matthew. “He knows it’s someone from the hall, but he doesn’t know who.” They kiss again and lose themselves in the sheets.
we leave it all to chance
He can see Matthew’s silhouette in the archway of the hall. All he wants to do is reach out and steal Matthew away from here.
There’s the click of heels, the swish of heavy fabric, behind him. He glances over his shoulder. There’s a dancer-the one who keeps following him around. Her expression is neutral, but there’s a spark in her eyes ( ... )
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Shakily, Matthew sets the glass of wine down on the table. He should be used to pretending like this, faking his smiles and laughter, but it’s been becoming harder and harder with Francis. Ivan smiles from across the table and Matthew’s stomach twists into a knot.
He can do this.
Their plates are clean and Ivan stands. The balcony doors are open, the sky clear and never-ending beyond the frame. Matthew goes over, leans against the railing. The stars are bright and he can wish wish wish.
He can do this ( ... )
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It’s growing dark. The buzz from the cheap wine is gone already and he can see the lights of the dance hall in the distance. He wants to jump into the Seine, like any good romantic hero, but…the lights of the dance hall are like stars.
His heart is still beating, somehow. Perhaps…perhaps…
Money is the only thing that matters? (But something…something is wrong. He doesn’t know what, but something is very very wrong.) There is money still left in his pocket.
Francis lets the empty bottle drop to the gutter and makes his way along the street.
no words in the vernacular can describe this great eventMatthew watches as Alfred coughs into his hand for a moment and pushes aside the curtain, stepping onto the stage. The music starts and he leans against the dresser, waiting out the scene. He feels…empty, hollowed-out. Alfred is dying and Francis is gone. He thinks he should be crying and maybe he will, once some time has passed, but now he only feels…distant ( ... )
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