The Ghost of Notre Dame:

Prussia, an orphan albino gypsy, is adopted by Germania after the tragic death of his parents. Raised with the belief that he is a monster he is resides in Notre Dame as its bell ringer until he meets a certain wayward curled gypsy and travels down the path of self-discovery and adventure. AU and human names used.

The cast:

Quasi- Prussia/Damön/Gilbert (Later)

Frollo- Germania/ Wolfgang

Phoebus-Germany/ Ludwig

Esmeralda-Italy/ Feliciano

Priest-Grandpa Rome/Romulus

Claupin-Romano/ Lovino

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Hetalia nor do I own the songs from The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Lovino could hear the calming chanting inside the cathedral as he tightened his mask before stepping out of his carriage with puppets and booth in hand. The sun was groggily making itself presentable while he set up his theatre in the corner of the church, not far away from the market. A perfect spot he thought for his young audience to enjoy his story while their parents went about their errands. The chiming from above startled him despite him being accustomed to the cathedrals booming voice and he grinned. All around the city he could hear people beginning their day.

"Morning in Paris, the city awakes to the bells of Notre Dame. The fisherman fishes, the bakerman bakes to the bells of Notre Dame. To the big bells as loud as the thunder to the little bells soft as a psalm, and some say the soul of the city's The toll of the bells, The bells of Notre Dame." His rich tenor voice attracted his usual audience, their parents arming them with a few snacks and coins for the day. They looked up at Lovino and nodded a greeting before taking off to the market or their jobs. Some parents even gifted him with breakfast buns and a canteen of water. He smiled in gratitude before turning to his eager crowd with a puppet he like to call Chibi-Romano in his left hand. "Listen, they're beautiful, no? So many colors of sound, so many changing moods, because you know, they don't ring all by themselves."

He extended and flexed his fingers to make Chibi-Romano move and talk "They don't- No, silly boy. Up there, high, high in the dark bell tower lives the mysterious bell ringer. Who is this creature - Who? - What is he? - What? - How did he come to be there - How? - Hush and Lovi will tell you. It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster." He ducked under the stage and pulled a rope that released a backdrop. He dove deep into his memory of what he had witnessed as a child. Memory overwhelming him with the most detailed of visions and he felt as if he were there once more.

"Dark was the night when our tale was begun on the docks near Notre Dame."

A boy, no older than 6 hid in the shadows, a basket with firewood clutched tightly in his tiny hands as he watched a small boat make its way up the river carrying a family of four including a baby who wouldn't stop crying. He cringed, this could be problematic.

"Shut it up will you," muttered one of the gypsies. "We'll be spotted."

The woman brought her baby closer to her chest and whispered desperately, "Hush little one."

"Four frightened gypsies slid silently under the docks near Notre Dame."

The man rowing the boat pulled onto shore under the docks and pulled a one of the gypsy men aside. With a hand outstretched he demanded his money, "Four guilders for safe passage into Paris." Just as the gypsy pulled out a sack of coins an arrow pierced the wind and tore open the bag, releasing its contents onto the snow.

"But a trap had been laid for the gypsies, and they gazed up in fear and alarm at a figure whose clutches were iron as much as the bells. The bells of Notre Dame."

The small family huddled closer together, the patriarch standing protectively around his wife and child as soldiers surround them. Their hearts, heavy with dread and fear, pounded loudly in their ears when, when they saw a black horse and its rider calmly descending the stairs towards them.

"Judge Wolfgang," murmured the patriarch to himself as Wolfgang came closer to them.

"Judge Wolfgang longed to purge the world of vice and sin. And he saw corruption everywhere, except, within."

Cold blue eyes stared down at the gypsies with disgust, "Bring these gypsy vermin to the palace of justice." The soldiers moved at his command and hand cuffed the men. The boy, who by now had climbed onto the street, looked over the rail to see the soldiers struggling with the woman.

"You there, what are you hiding," growled one of the soldiers as he tried to pry the blanket from her grasp. She clutched her bundle tightly against her chest and backed away.

Wolfgang sighed and glared at the woman, "Stolen goods no doubt. Take them from her."

"She ran."

The boy took out a log from his basket and threw it as hard as he could at the soldier, giving the mother a chance to escape. He picked up his basket and ran through the smaller streets leading to the cathedral, making sure to keep her in his sights. Pounding of hooves worried him as he knew that the judge wasn't far behind them. He slipped and slid into a pile of snow as she hurried up the steps. She pounded against the heavy doors crying out desperately, "Sanctuary! Please give us sanctuary!"

The black horse charged towards her with its rider reaching down to pull the bundle from her arms. With a swift kick Wolfgang pried it from her as she fell against the steps, hitting her head. Indifferent to her death he curiously looked at the well wrapped bundle who had now began to cry.

"A baby?" He curiously unwrapped the child in his arms before releasing a horrified gasp. "A monster!" Wolfgang spotted a well and led his horse to it. Giving one last look at the child in his hand he moved to drop him in.

" 'Stop!' cried the archdeacon."

Wolfgang retracted his hand along with the child and tossed the priest a glance. "This is an unholy demon; I'm sending it back to hell where it belongs."

The priest kneeled before the woman and held her hand, "See the innocent blood you have spelt on the steps of Notre Dame." Three children peeked from the door behind him and a fourth ran to the snow to pull his brother out.

"I am guiltless. She ran I pursued."

Romulus amber eyes met Wolfgang's. "Now you would add this child's blood to your guilt on the steps of Notre Dame."

"My conscious is clear."

"You can lie to yourself and your minions, you can claim you haven't a qualm. But you never can run, nor hide what you've to done, from the eyes," Romulus pointed to the statues above them, "the very eyes of Notre Dame."

"And for one time in his life of power and control, Wolfgang felt a twinge of fear for his immortal soul."

Despite the harsh bite of the cold, Wolfgang felt himself sweat; the judgmental eyes of the stone men towering high in their thrones piercing through his own. He sighed in defeat. "What must I do?"

Romulus picked up the lifeless woman and ushered the children back inside. "Care for the child and raise it as your own."

"What? I am to be settled with this discolored…very well. But, let him live with you in your church."

Lovino looked up at his grandfather hoping that he'd say yes. It was after all his duty as gypsy prince to make sure all gypsies had a safe dwelling. Even if it was the judge's responsibility to raise him, with the child in the church, perhaps his upbringing wouldn't be…too unbearable.

"Live here where?"

"Anywhere. Just so he's locked up where no one else can see, the bell tower perhaps, and who knows, our lord works in mysterious ways. Even this foul creature may yet prove to be, of use to me." He handed to baby to one of the older children and pulled on the reigns of his horse to walk away.

Lovino peeked up from his crouching position and pulled another ribbon that released the back drop to reveal another behind it. "And Wolfgang gave the child a cruel name, a name that means demon in his native tongue, Dämon." He paused for effect before smiling cunningly at the wide-eyed children before him. "Now here is a riddle to guess if you can sing the bells of Notre Dame. Who is the monster and who is the man?" He waited a bit more looking over at his sun-dial before continuing his song with the help of the chimes from behind him. "Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells Bells, bells, bells, bells Bells of Notre Dame."

Dämon could hear the charming voice of the gypsy man below him despite the loud joyful groans the bells around him made with each tug he gave. He grinned as he leaped from rope to rope ringing each and every single one of them as he had for the past…well for as long as he could remember.