So far every review has been for England to end up with Canada or that it doesn't matter. That makes me a kind of happy because as much as I love England with America, Canada and England need more love together. The rating has gone up to T due to some… suggestive themes(oh, England, why so fabulous?) but I don't think that anyone will mind. And, go read The Beatles Sherlock Holmes Fa's version of this as well, it is sooooooooo much better than mine!

Well, anyways, here is a chapter that has given me a lot of difficult but has also been my favorite to write so far. Enjoy the Feast of Fools!

OUTCASTS

Matthew flicked his hood up to shield his eyes from the sunlight. Romulus brushed some dust off his white and red robes and motioned for Matthew to follow him, "Come on, child." Matthew walked quickly to keep up with the Archdeacon. He stared at the smallest things and eventually lost the Archdeacon in the crowd.

"Romulus?" Matthew called out. No one answered. "Romulus!" He saw a flash of white and red so he took off after it. Now he was completely and utterly lost.

He heard laughing and someone threw an arm around his shoulder. "Once a year we hold a party here in town," A man with spiky, blonde hair laughed in Matthew's ear. "Once a year we turn all Paris upside down." He smiled and flicked down Matthew's hood.

"What?" Matthew pulled his hood back up over his head.

"Every man is a king and every king a clown!" He laughed. "Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day!"

Matthew was starting to get freaked out so he started to walk away. However, the man followed him. "It's the day the devil in us gets released. It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest," He pushed Matthew further into the crowd. "Everything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!"

People were everywhere! Some were wearing masks and others were wearing bright, colourful clothes. Matthew was seriously freaked out. "Everyone is acting crazy. Dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet. That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day!" The man yelled as he pulled Matthew up off the ground and began twirling him around. He let Matthew go and all but fell on the ground laughing. No one else was disturbed by this.

Matthew ran as fast as he could away from the crowd and the crazy man. "Watch where you are going!" "Be careful!" "You almost knocked me over!" Shouts followed him as he ran into a tent and tripped pulling down a curtain. Someone yelled.

"What the bloody hell?" Matthew fought with the curtain but only succeeded in getting trapped. Somebody uncovered his face and he started gasping for breath. "What were you thinking?" The woman was beautiful but the look in her eyes was terrifying.

"I'm sorry!" Matthew flushed and looked away from woman. "This was this crazy man with spiky blonde hair chasing me and-"

"Mathias," The woman growled sounding very un-ladylike. She smiled. "Don't worry. Despite his appearance he won't hurt you!"

"You're not hurt are you?" Matthew asked practically jumping up. He helped the woman up and noticed what she was wearing. A green dress revealed her curves and showed the world her pale skin.

She laughed, "No, I'm Alice, stage name Esmeralda. You are?"

"My name is Matthew," He smiled shyly. Alice shook his hand, a coy smile graced her lips.

"I'm sorry, Matthew but I must finish getting ready for the dance," She sighed. "Come back later and we can continue this conversation." Matthew blushed again as Alice put her hand on the small of his back. She pushed him out of the tent, gave him one last smirk, and closed the flap that led into the tent.

Matthew pulled his hood back up to hide his face. The lunatic from earlier, who was now known as Mathias, appeared beside Matthew.

He raised an eyebrow where he realized where the teen had been but just pulled him towards the center of town. "Where are you taking me now?" Matthew asked, nat as scared of the man since Alice had told him not to worry.

"Just wait!" Mathias grinned. He suddenly let go of Matthew's hand and jumped on the stage that had been built. "Come one, come all!" People started to crowd around the stage pushing Matthew up closer so he was touching it. "Hurry, hurry, here's your chance. See the mystery and romance!" Mathias suddenly pulled another man on stage.

This man spoke with a loud, monotonous voice but it drew the rest of the people in. "Come one, come all!" He stood in the center of the stage and raised one hand. "See the finest girl in France. Make an entrance to entrance. Dance la Esmeralda, dance!" He threw some powder on the stage and green smoke filled the area.

Alice stood on the stage. Matthew smiled but then he saw Francis sitting not 25 feet away. He was looking angry and had a scowl on his usually smiling face. "Watch this disgusting display, Captain Jones," He growled.

"Yes sir," A blonde in gold armour smiled from beside Francis.

Someone suddenly tilted Matthew's face up and he came face to face with Alice. He blushed and she smirked. "Watch," She instructed.

She started to dance as Mathias pounded on some drums and the other man tapped a tambourine on his leg. People started to cheer. Alice suddenly ran down the stage to the place where Francis was sitting. She wrapped a scarf a green scarf with gold symbols around his neck and leaned in close then pushed his hat down in his eyes.

Everyone laughed. She grabbed a spear from one of the guards and slammed it down into the stage with surprising strength. She twirled around it and gave a wink and nod at the crowd.

The sound of cheering drowned out everything.