'The Monster of Notre Dame'
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Warning: Pedo!Arthur, Lovestruck!Ivan, stuff, Cross-dressing, Occ'ness.
A/N: I am making it different from the original story! This is RUSAME! Slight Germerica, one-sided/past UkUs, surprise pairing at the end guys!
Chapter III: The Ugliest Face in Paris…
The crowed cheered loudly as the masked man talked to Alfred and the other man, both nodding slowly as they listened to him.
"Listen carefully to Sadik! We must find the scariest, ugliest, most terrifying face in all of Paris!" Sadik, the man with the mask, yelled loudly. "And I assume you all remember last year's king?" Sadik asked, pointing to a short haired Asian boy with a long side curl.
"Who thinks they could top Im Young?" Sadik asked the crowed, a cheery tone on his groggy voice. People, men, began to climb on stage to try and win a contest.
"Ugly people forget your shyness!" a small gypsy with blue eyes and large eye brows said, sanding next to Sadik and holding his arms out widely. The twelve year old performer threw confetti to the crowd, laughing as people cheered even louder. Matthew looked over and saw Alfred helping a tall man on the stage, the same man who fell in their tent.
Ivan was shock and nervous when Alfred offered his hand, but he took it and let the beautiful gypsy help him on the colorful stage. Ivan was placed at the end of a line of men; he barely stood out among them. He did not see Sadik making a face behind his back, but he did notice Alfred giggle sweetly before dancing to the front of the line with the Sadik and the two other blond gypsies.
The four began to look at the people trying to make faces to seem scary, but all of them were pushed off the stage by the small gypsy and the small polar bear cub. The gypsies came to Ivan and the smallest one unwrapped Ivan's large scarf and the tallest blond took off Ivan's hood. It was Alfred who place his warm hands on Ivan's horrifying face and tried to pull, thinking it was nothing more than a mask; but hoe wrong he was.
Alfred gasped and withdrew his hands, feeling horrible as he look upon this poor man. The two other blond gypsies moved away from Ivan and took their brother in their arms, pulling him away from the monster. People gasped as the look at the face of Ivan in the sunlight, seeing all the scars and burns over his snow pale skin.
One lady screamed, "MONSTER!" The lady who scream fainted in her husband's arms, who was glaring at Ivan.
A young man yelled, "That's his face!" before he covered his daughter's eyes. His wife turned their infant son away from facing Ivan. "He's hideous!" Some one yelled. It was a man in his mid thirties who yelled "It's the bell ringer from Notre Dame!", finally.
Arthur glared in shock and anger, seeing the boy disobey him. Not only did Ivan disobey him and go to the festival; but he dare get on stage and show himself! Ludwig looked at the tall man, feeling fear as he examined how horrifying Ivan was.
Sadik felt his festival dying fast, which meant he was going to be loosing money. He jumped next to Ivan and extended his arms out to the crowd, calling their attention and their silence.
"People, people! Please hush and listen! We asked for the ugliest face in Paris! And here it is!" Sadik yelled, gesturing to a frightened Ivan. Ivan looked at Sadik like he was going to kill him, which was until he saw Sadik pull out the goofiest looking crown he had ever seen. It had bells on the end of the points, which hung low.
"What's your name, kid?" Sadik asked Ivan, who looked at him with a childish grin. "Ivan," Ivan answered lowly, not wanting people to be scared of his voice as well.
"The new King of Fools, Ivan! The Bell ringer of Notre Dame!" Sadik announced loudly, making people kill the awkward silence by cheering loudly. Sadik placed the crown on Ivan's head and allowed people on stage, the same people who called Ivan a monster. People came on stage and picked Ivan up, taking at least four people to pick up the large man. "You sir, truly have the ugliest face in all of Paris!" Sadik said to Ivan before throwing sparkling confetti at him like a rude child throwing sand at the beach.
"Everyone body give a cheer! To the new king!" Sadik yelled as he matched slowly in front of the people carrying Ivan. Ivan felt very uneasy as people cheered for him, but it was nice to have this much human contact after all these years of loneliness. "We have never had a king like this! Don't be shy and give him a kiss!" Sadik yelled, winking at a short haired Belgium girl who kissed Ivan on his right cheek softly and quickly.
People cheered and carried Ivan, being led by Sadik's singing and marching. Confetti rained on Ivan, making the locked away monster smile wider then he had ever done before. They led him to a wooden stage, one that was used for people who were to be punished; and Sadik escorted Ivan to the top. He threw a gaudy red cloak over Ivan's large shoulders and handed him a short fake scepter with an equally goody of a crown on it. Ivan did not realize what he was standing on, but it was something used to tie down bad people and it spun so everyone could see the face of the sinner.
People cheer and chanted his name, making Ivan almost have tears fall out of his eyes; almost. Arthur sat in the shadow of his tent, watching with a hatful glare as he saw the attention Ivan was getting. He wanted to kill the young man, kill the monster in front of those who dare chant its horrible name. People kept cheering and Ivan kept sucking in the overwhelming emotions that flooded his large body. He wished he had done this earlier, he wished he had the chance to be praised like a king or hero; but all good things must come to an end.
Suddenly a tomato was thrown and hit Ivan in the face, making everything turn quiet and made everyone look at the man who had been hit. Ivan's eyes were wide as he touched the fruit, feeling the slimy red goo drip down his scared face. People began to laugh, which pissed Ivan off; he just wanted to be loved by people for on day. Suddenly someone threw something else, hitting Ivan again.
"Stop it," Ivan said lightly as he tried to get off the wooden stand, but some rude mad had thrown a rope around his arm and pulled him down. Ivan groaned and pulled on the rope, making the man let go; but that action only caused more ropes and more people to get involved. Before Ivan could do anything his body was covered in rope and he was tied down and the horrible torture began. Ivan was tied to the wooden circle and spun, giving everyone a chance to throw something at the poor man.
"What's the matter, monster? The fun is just about to start!" one man laughed as he tugged on the rope he was holding, making it cut into Ivan's scarred skin.
"Master!" Ivan cried loudly, though no one seemed to care. Arthur only smirked and watched as the boy he raised was humiliated in front of the people of Paris.
"Sir, request to stop this?" Ludwig asked while looking from the food covered Ivan over to a smirking Arthur. The blond judge shook his head and motioned for people to carry on, which made Ludwig glare at the man.
Alfred and his brothers had just finished getting dressed in their normal attire when they heard people hush and then began to laugh madly. Suddenly Sadik and another gypsy ran in, out of breath from running through the crowd.
"Mr. Sadik, Mr. Berwald, what happened?" The young gypsy asked, looking at them with a confused look. Berwald, who was a strong man, shook his head as he heard Ivan's screams coming from outside of the tent. Alfred pushed the two older men out of his way and saw what it was; he saw Ivan tied down like some wild animal.
"Matthew, come with me. Berwald, watch Peter," Alfred ordered as he walked out of the tent, being followed by his older brother holding the small polar bear cub in his arms. The two gypsies made their way over to Ivan, pushing through the crowd.
Ludwig was glaring at Arthur and Arthur was smirking at Ludwig, finding it funny that he wanted to help Ivan. "A lesson must be learned," Arthur said as he tapped on the armrest of his chair and kept smirking at Ludwig.
A gasp was heard and silence took the festival once again. Arthur and Ludwig turned to see Alfred and his brother standing next to Ivan on the wooden stand. Alfred untied his teal blue sash and knelt down next to Ivan, studying the face of a monster.
"I won't hurt you, I'm here to help you," Alfred said as he began to wipe away some of the food off of Ivan's face. Ivan flinched as he felt those warm hands touch him again, he wanted to hide away from everyone and he wanted to not be seen by this colorful angel. "I'm sorry, this was not suppose to happen," Alfred said as he made eye contact with Ivan.
"YOU, Gypsy! Get down from there this instance!" Arthur yelled as he stood up and point to Alfred. Matthew took hold of his little brother's arm and tried to pull him, but Alfred then said something quietly in a different language to him. Alfred turned to Arthur and nodded slowly, making the judge feel like he won some sort of war.
"Yes your honor, as soon as I free this man," Alfred said as he tied his sash back around his perfect hips. Arthur growled lowly and watched as Alfred began to comfort Ivan.
"I forbid it!" Arthur yelled, making Alfred glare at him. Alfred reached down and lifted his skirt, pulling out a small dagger that was strapped to his thigh. If Ivan did not feel like he was about to die he would have looked up the gypsy's skirt more than he did. Alfred leaned down and cut a few of the ropes that held Ivan, taking a few more seconds to cut the rest.
"How dare you defy me, you wretch!" Arthur yelled at the gypsy, seeing him slip the dagger back under his skirt.
"Shut it, old man! You dare call yourself a judge? You dare say you will be fair and kind to those who deserve it? This is not kindness! You hurt this poor man just like you hurt my people! I demand Justice!" Alfred yelled, throwing one of his fists in the air. Alfred turned away from Arthur and helped Ivan up, dusting off some of the remaining food. When Ivan stood up Alfred smiled, seeing the towering man next to him.
"Be quiet, gypsy, your rank in society is lower than a woman's, so I would keep that fat mouth of yours sealed," Arthur said calmly, watching Alfred pat Ivan sweetly. Alfred turned and glared at Arthur, ripping the fools crown off of Ivan head and holding it up.
"It seemed we have crowed the wrong king, because the only fool I see it you!" Alfred yelled as he threw the crown and it landing at Arthur's feet. Everyone there was quiet, even the polar bear cub could since the danger in Arthur's look.
"Captain Ludwig, arrest both of those gypsies now," Arthur ordered to Ludwig, who nodded. Ludwig gave a simple hand signal to the guards, who began to surround the wooden stand. Alfred began to count the people, whispering the number to his brother.
"Oh dear, ten guards? And only two of us?" Matthew said with a fake worried tone. Alfred nodded and pulled out two rags from his shirt, handing one to his brother. The two boys began to fakes cry, which almost sounded real to the people who ever far away.
"What are poor boys going to do?" Alfred cried before shooting his brother a sly grin. Matthew and Alfred both held the rags to their noses and blew; and like magic, black smoke covered them and quickly disappeared. The two brothers were no where be found, not even a trace of the polar bear's fur was seen.
Guards, people, Arthur, and even Ivan began to look around for them, wondering where the two disappeared to.
"Oh boys~!" Alfred's sugar sweet voice sang, making everyone turn to se Matthew and Alfred leaning against each other.
"Get them! I want them both alive!" Arthur yelled, which made the guards start to chase after the two gypsies. Alfred and Mathew split ways, Matthew running right and Alfred running left. Peter, who escaped Berwald and Sadik, soon began to aid his older brothers. Peter grabbed a rope and tied to two beams that were in front of his brothers' path. Matthew and Alfred laughed as they jumped slid under the rope; but the guards on horse back were not so lucky. One guard ended up flying into a tent and passing out, the other ended up crashing into Arthur.
Matthew picked up Peter with one free arm and began to run, being chased by guards through the festival tents. Alfred, on the other hand, was left to do actual hand to sword combat. Alfred had to use his flexibility to dodge the swords that tried to hurt him, and he was safe until he got too cocky. One man slammed his blade on Alfred's ankle, making the young gypsy scream in pain.
Ludwig wanted to slap the guard who did that, but instead he watched as Alfred tried to get away. He felt his heart race, fearing this would be the end of the dancer. Suddenly Alfred decided he would have to use the same trick again. He crawled over to a tent and ripped the fabric off of it, throwing it on himself and disappearing once again. Berwald walked over to the fallen fabric and picked it up, showing there was no Alfred underneath it.
"Witch craft!" Arthur hissed as he pushed the guard off of him and marveled at the trick. Soon there was a clash of lightning and ran began to fall, soaking Arthur and everyone else.
"Seal off the area! I want them found alive!" Arthur yelled, making the guards scurry so they could fulfill his orders. Arthur turned to Ivan and glared, which made the once smiling monster feel fear once again. Arthur climbed on his horse and rode over to Ivan, glaring at the man.
"I am sorry, master, I will never disobey you again," Ivan said softly before looking down. Ivan jumped off the stand and began to limp back to Notre Dame, feeling the hated glares of the people who watched him. He opened the door and slid it, closing it and retreating inside.
Ludwig sat on his horse and watched the crowd of people complain about being stuck in the rain. Something shiny caught his eyes and he looked over to see a hooded, hunchbacked, figure wobbling into the cathedral of Notre Dame. He smirked and dismounted his horse, walking into Notre Dame to follow the hooded man.
Alfred and Peter were on Matthew's back and Peter had the polar bear, Kumajiro, in his free arm. Alfred looked through the large blue cloth they used as their disguise, seeing the door to Notre Dame and opening it. Matthew walked in and stumbled a few steps before falling on the ground. Peter jumped away from his brothers and closed the door, running over to Alfred to hold him. Alfred hissed as Matthew wrapped cloth around the wound, feeling stupid for letting the soldier slice him like this.
"You need to be more careful, brother," Matthew said, lifting the wrapped ankle to his lips and kissing it softly. Peter and Matthew helped their brother up, becoming human crutched for him as they made their way deeper in the church. They froze and began to look at the stain glass window, how beautiful they were. Peter slipped himself out from Alfred and grabbed a candle holder and turning around.
The two older gypsies turned and saw Peter had a candle holder aimed at Arthur's guard. "Why are you here, soldier?" Peter asked, swinging the candle holder at Ludwig. Ludwig back up and pulled out his sword, thought he did not want to fight a little kid. Peter tried to hit him again, only to be blocked by Ludwig's sword.
"Why you stupid shi-," Peter went to say but Alfred coughed to shut him up. Ludwig looked at Alfred, who was holding onto his older brother so he didn't fall.
"Peter we are in a church," Matthew corrected his little brother, who almost cursed inside of the house of God. Alfred and Matthew watched as Peter and Ludwig fought. Matthew placed Alfred next to a stone column and picked up a candle holder as well, starting to try and ward off Ludwig as well.
"Stop!" Ludwig yelled as he back away from the two brothers.
"No! You just want to hurt our brother!" Peter yelled as he tried to attack him again, but was held back by Alfred. Alfred had limped over to them holding them back from causing any harm.
"Are you going to arrest us?" Alfred asked calmly, making Matthew and Peter look at their brother in shock at the dumb question.
"Of course he his! He's the enemy!" Peter yelled, only to get a nod from Matthew.
"No, not while you three are in here, I can't," Ludwig said with a smile, slipping his sword in its hilt.
"My name is Ludwig, captain of the guards in Paris," Ludwig said offering his hand to the three brothers. "And you three are?" he asked, trying to smile at them.
"Is this an interrogation?" Matthew asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Ludwig eye Alfred and then Peter and then himself.
"It's called and introduction," Ludwig corrected the boy, who smiled softly.
"If you're not here to arrest us, then what do you want?" Alfred asked, looking at the slightly familiar man.
"I would settle for your name," Ludwig said, taking Alfred's hand in his. Matthew and Peter exchanged annoyed looks, not wanting anyone to hit on their brother.
"I'm Alfred, this is Peter and this is Matthew," Alfred said pointing to his brothers. Ludwig looked down at the small bear growling at him, making him raise an eye brow at the three blonds. "And that is Kumajiro," Peter said before he picked up the cub.
"I must say, you dance so beautifully," Ludwig said to Alfred, getting closer to him. All four froze and turned when they heard the doors open, revealing Arthur with a smile.
"Good work, Captain, now arrest them!" Arthur yelled as he walked closer to the four. He looked at each face, seeing them standing there in a small circle. Arthur looked at Alfred, seeing the poorly made bandage around the boy's thin ankle. He licked his lips as he saw the dried blood on Alfred's foot, finding the tan boy to look marvelous in this weak state.
'Shit…' the four blonds thought as Arthur came closer; it was only Arthur's foot steps and Kumajiro's growls that were heard in the church.
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-End of Chapter III-
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