The Producers

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HETALIA OR THE PRODUCERS PLEASE, PLEASE DO NOT SUE ME...or worse

Matthias Kohler is about to go to jail for unpaid loans but when unexpecting accotant Tino Väinämöinen comes along accidently scheming up a plan to save Matthias. These two will overcome beutiful Swedes, Nazis, and crossdressers but will end with The Producers.(musical)

Intro:

"Its opening night its opening night ITSS OPPPPPPPEEEEEEENIIIIIIINGGGGG NIGHTT" sang the Italians. Matthias Kohler newly produced Broadway show Funny Boy just came out. He sat anxiously outside as the guest came out all laughing about how terrible it was. He quickly slipped into one of the allys of New York City. Hours past when he was sure everyone but the bums were gone he belted drunkenly and sadly...

"I used to be the king, the king of old Broadway
The best of ev'rything was mine to have each day

Suddenly his song of pity sped into anger
"I always had the biggest hits
The biggest bathrooms at the Ritz
My showgirls had the biggest tits!
I never was the pits in any way!"

The bums and homeless took notice and took part in his song of pity.

"We believe you, thousands wouldn't
We believe you, ev'ry word
We believe you, thousands couldn't
We believe each word we've heard"

"I used to be the king..." "THE KING" "the king of old Broadway" "ITS GOOD TO BE THE KING"

"My praises they would sing
A Ziegfeld so they'd say
My shows were always filled with class
The best champagnes would fill my glass
My lap was filled with gorgeousness
You couldn't call me crass in any way!"

"We believe you, thousands wouldn't
We believe you, ev'ry word
We believe you, thousands couldn't
We believe each word we've heard"

"There was a time
When I was young and gay...
But straight
There was a time
When I was bold
There was a time
When each and ev'ry play I touched
Would turn to gold"

"There was a time
He wore the finest clothes
His shoes were always new"

"Now I wear a rented tux
That's two weeks overdue!"

"Poor Kohler, what a shmoozer
Poor Kohler, what a shame
Poor Kohler, what a loser
Poor Kohler, goodbye fame"

Matthias frowned being insulted by the bums was enough he limped drunkly home. Crashing on his couch a newspaper perched on his face.

This is just to set things up. It will get better another thing this is my first fic be nice (: