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

Matthew and Gilbert did just about everything they could think off throughout the day, including rushing back to the circus for Mr. Kumajirou, but as much as the albino loved to spend all this time with his little boyfriend, he couldn't help but feel guilty for making the ghosts do his work for him. "Matthew, I really think I should get going back to Notre Dame. Evening mass is about to start and I'm positive that Father Romulus would rather I ring the bells."

"But I've heard them ring throughout the day," answered the blond, cocking his head to the side in confusion. "Who's been ringing them?"

"Uh, well, my friends I guess. But I'd hate to overstep on their kindness." Gilbert started towards Notre Dame but stopped when he felt a sharp tug on his arm. "Birdie, what's wrong?"

"I-I, uh. I want to go the Court of Miracles!" Matthew bit his lip and looked up into Gilbert's red eyes. "Can we go, please?"

"Well sure I guess. We can go after mass."

"No!" Gilbert raised his eyebrows in shock of his little blonde's outburst. Matthew cleared his throat and reached up with trembling hands to cup Gilbert's cheek, "What I mean is, I would rather go now. I would love to meet your other friends and see the market within it. I've never been and well…I just really want to go now."

The albino nodded slowly, "Ok, if that's what you want. I guess it won't hurt if we go now." He led them towards the underground commune. A single thought crossing his mind, 'What's gotten into him?'

The Court of Miracles was especially busy. Everyone was crafting final goodies they would sell tomorrow. Gilbert watched as Matthew shyly greeted everyone who recognized him from the circus and smiled at the children who wanted to pet his bear. He smiled to himself; maybe he was just overthinking it. After all Matthew had never given a reason to doubt him. He bought a few things for him from Feliks, ignoring the blonde's insistence that he could totally have anything he wanted on the house. Toris smiled good naturedly and invited them to their tent for an early dinner. The small group walked past the Nordic family's tent on their way to the older couple's place, not missing the excited mutterings that no doubt came from a certain Dane they knew.

Mathias sat on his favorite red pillow, his prosthetic leg next to him, as he ate and excitedly retold the story of how his son would accept him as a father. Tino smiled at his brother's renewed state, listening and nodding every now and again while he and the rest of the family enjoyed their dinner. Lukas rolled his eyes at Mathias, "How the hell did you go from being a depressed slob to you in just one day? Weren't you crying to Tino yesterday that you were afraid of not loving him or whatever? What changed?"

Berwald cast his stoic eyes to his young brother-in-law. "He's fr'e to ch'nge his mind. Let 'em be." Tino grinned at that as well and took his husband's hand in his under the table. Berwald grinned internally when he realized that the hand on his signified that the chances of 'Berwald and Tino's Happy Time' had increased exponentially. Long ago he figured that if he could force himself to get along with his obnoxious brother in law then the better his chances were of making his wife…husband, happy. And that was, after all, what Berwald strived for, Tino's happiness.

Mathias looked at Berwald in surprise and laughed, "I knew you loved me, big guy! After all who wouldn't?" Berwald scowled in annoyance but continued eating silently when Tino gently squeezed his hand. "Anyway, Lukie, I was pretty scared. I was scared that I wouldn't be able to love him because of that whole bonding thing when kids pop out of the girl's-"

"Mathi's," growled the Nordic patriarch in warning. Peter and Emil exchanged glances of disgust and pushed away their stew. " P'ter finish yer stew. Yer papa 'orked hard on it. 'ame goes for you Emil." The boys grumbled and continued to eat, albeit slowly.

"As I was saying, I figured that it'd be hard because of the whole imprinting thing. When you hear my boy talk about Lars, it's like he imprinted on him and vice versa. I figured that I didn't have a chance in hell with my kid." Mathias tore off a piece of bread and let it soak up some broth before shoving it in his mouth, "But yeshterday," he swallowed, "Yesterday, I had a break through. When Willem came to the baths last night and just dove into the water I seriously freaked out. My papa senses went on overdrive when he didn't come out of the water. I nearly shit myself!"

Tino choked on his stew at his brother's vulgar outburst. Berwald handed him some water and gently tapped his husband's back while giving Mathias a glare. Once Tino recovered he looked at the Dane disapprovingly, "Really, Mathias? Really?"

Even Lukas, who was always known for his stoic demeanor, looked green as he looked at the chunks of meat in his stew, "Indeed, I wasn't done eating." He pushed his bowl away and opted to just fill himself on his water. Berwald gave up on trying to coax his family to continue their meal. Lukas glanced back up at his brother, "So, when do we get to meet him as his uncles? I personally would love to get to know him." Every one nodded in agreement and waited for Mathias to finish gulping down his drink.

He gave a satisfied tap on his belly, having been the only one to fully enjoy his meal, and leaned back on his arms. "Well, I still need to talk to Emma. I haven't completely brought myself to forgive her for keeping me in the dark about this. Lars either for that matter."

Tino's face saddened. "Come on Mathias, don't you think it's best to just forgive and put it behind you?"

"It's not that easy."

"But it is really. Do you love her?"

"Well, yeah but-"

"Do you love Lars?"

"Of course I do! He's my soul brother but-"

"And do you love Willem?"

"He's my boy! The fruit of my loins, of course I do. What does that have-"

"Then, you see, it is very simple. Don't hold on to your anger and for love of Christmas don't be stubborn. You really don't want to end up like dad right?" When Mathias lowered his eyes, Tino realized that he was winning his argument. "Dad hated me for being what I am and in the end for what? To beg me to take my family to see him one last time on his death bed. No, Mathias, don't be like dad. Don't live your life regretting pushing those you love away because of your stubbornness. Dad lived his life in anger and loneliness, opting for a few hours of happiness when he could've had a whole life time." Berwald let a smile grace his face as he looked down fondly at his husband. Truly he was everything a matriarch…patriarch, should be. Peter and his uncles looked at Tino with identical expressions of admiration.

Mathias grinned and opened his arms, inviting his big brother over for a hug. Tino rolled his eyes but indulged the spikey haired blond. "You're awesome big bro."

"I guess so. I was merely speaking the truth."

"Yeah, but you know how stupid I can be."

"Aint that the truth," muttered Lukas, making Emil and Peter giggle.

"I'll go talk them. Think they're home already," asked Mathias leaning further back to peak out through his tent's flap to see if he could spy movement in Emma's tent.

"Probably not; it's only five after all and tomorrow is the day of the festival. Feli and Lovi are probably having them stay at the bakery."

"Really?" Mathias looked at his brothers, "Then where who the hell is watching over my Willem?"

Willem skipped beside his wayward curled friend as he and Ezio made their way towards the circus grounds. They had spent the day with Lilly and Vash alongside Henry and Fabian but when the two siblings had gotten into another argument, about Emil again, the pair snuck out. Their friend started to cry on purpose while Fabian tried to coax them to stop arguing. Neither worked and as Willem and Ezio had gotten halfway through the Court of Miracles, they heard a slap. They exchanged glances and wondered if Lilly slapped her brother?

"I think he deserved it," said Ezio, juggling his marbled balls while they walked. "Miss Lilly has tried and tried to explain her love but Mr. Vash just doesn't want to listen."

Willem gave his friend a side glance, "I don't think hitting is the answer. They leave boo-boos behind." He thought back to his new papa's leg and briefly wondered how hard someone would have to hit to make a leg fall off. Shuddering he brushed that thought aside.

"You're right but I don't think that someone should have to explain why they love somebody so many times. Why can't he just be happy for her? My Uncle Lovi gave up trying to get my Papa and Vati to leave each other. My Vati told me that people shouldn't tell other's how to live their life because it's their life."

"Is that why you're joining the circus?"

"I like the circus. It's going to be so much fun! Right Pookie?" Ezio looked up at the cat perched on his head. She gave a delighted 'meow'.

Willem looked away sadly, "I'm glad you'll be happy." The two children continued their walk towards the circus in silence until the blond decided to speak again, "Would you ever hit me, if I didn't agree with you on something I mean, would you hit me?"

Ezio stopped juggling and looked at his friend in shock. He pocketed his balls and reached out to stop Willem in his tracks, "Never. I would never ever hit you. Or hurt you. You're my best friend!" The little brunette hugged the blond and kissed both of his cheeks.

Will blushed and hugged his friend back. 'But you're already hurting me by leaving,' he thought dejectedly but decided that perhaps it was best not to voice his concerns. He didn't want to worry Ezio after all. Instead he asked, "What about Henry and Fabian?"

"Well, Fabian is my cousin and Henry is my best friend too. Hmm," Ezio rubbed his chin in thought before jumping up as an idea came to him. "I know! You're my special best friend."

"I am?" Willem's blue eyes widened. "Really?"

"Yup, you're my special best friend and you always will be no matter what." Satisfied with his brilliance Ezio continued walking towards the circus, now being able to see the banners, and continued to juggle.

Willem ran to catch up. "Y-you're my special friend too." He didn't miss the blush on his friend's tanned cheeks and grinned. "I'm glad that your daddies let you do this."

"Well…"

"You-….they do know you're doing this right?"

"Sort of. My Vati told me not to let him tell me what I could and couldn't do with my life as long as it didn't involve me getting hurt or breaking the law." The duo looked around the circus grounds as all its inhabitants worked to disassemble it.

"I-I don't think he meant it like that, Ezio. I think he meant that for when your older and-"

"Look," interrupted the little brunette. "Look, there he is! Come on, Pookie, let's go show him our tricks."

"Wait! Ezio, wait for me!" Ezio stopped and looked behind him. When Willem caught up to him he gave him another hug. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too."

"Ok, I'm done. Go on then, show 'em what you can do." Willem ran a hand through his spikey hair and grinned. "Good luck!"

Ezio nodded and ran up to Sadiq, "Hi, Mr. Sadiq. My name is Fabrezio Beilschmidt-Vargas." He started to juggle I was wondering, "I was wondering if-"

The Turkish man looked down his nose on the child before him. Oh, wait. This…did he say Vargas? He broke out in a charming smile and plucked a marbled ball from the air, "Ah of course, my prince. Of course you can have my autograph."

"I, uh, huh?" Ezio looked at the man in confusion while Pookie glared at the man with disdain. He stumbled with the rest of his balls when Sadiq shoved the autographed ball back.

"Well, I must get going. I have business to take care of." He ruffled the boy's hair, narrowly missing his curl. "Keep to your studies and don't do drugs and what not." Sadiq pulled his hood over his head and walked away with two muscular jesters. "Ah, the price you pay."

Willem walked up to his friend, "What happened? Are you in?"

Ezio fixed his hair and looked over his shoulder in confusion, "No he didn't really say anything. He gave me his autograph." He raised his hand to show his friend the ball. "But I'm not giving up. I'm going to go ask him again." Pookie gave him a disapproving meow. "Hey, I can join the circus if I want. Are you coming Will?" The blond nodded slowly and reached out to take Ezio's hand. He knew full well that when the boy ran, he ran as if he were being chased by a monster. Now that he thought about it, Prince Feliciano was a fast runner himself. The boys ran after Sadiq, running right past Ludwig, who was too busy questioning the civilians. The blond captain worked diligently, shoving a poster featuring Matthew in people's faces and asking if they'd seen him. He growled to himself with every shake of the head and 'no' he received.

He ran a gloved hand over his face and thought, "Perhaps he's in the Court of Miracles. Oh wait, I can't tell my men to go there." He cursed himself and instead had his men to cover different regions. "Spread out as thinly as you can. I need to find the little bastard." 'I need to find the monster who defiled my kleiner Bruder,' he thought bitterly to himself. It broke his heart to think that someone had used Gilbert for such disgusting reasons. His brother deserved someone better, someone who would love and cherish him as much as Feli cherished him. Nodding to himself with renewed determination, he motioned Aster to keep moving. As promised he wouldn't let his men near the Court of Miracles but that didn't mean he couldn't go ask around. He was after all prince by marriage.

Alfred hovered on his back with his arms crossed behind his head while Arthur fed him grapes while Francis was curled on a beam, taking a much deserved nap. The three ghosts were relaxing after a hard day's work of ringing the bells for their friend. Francis had also taken to polish La Fidel once more for her special day tomorrow.

Arthur sighed, "Are you done now? I want my turn."

Alfred nodded and sat up, "Ok, Artie. Do you want grapes or cookies?" The Brit blushed and pointed at the cookies before assuming the position his companion was in and nestled his head on Alfred's lap.

"Why are you like this only during the week before Le Jour D'Amour?"

"Would you like me to be this affectionate all the time? I can if you want." Alfred placed a small cookie near his lover's mouth. "But I think you would get bored of it and seeing as though we have all of eternity together and, well, I just don't want you to get tired of me. Not to mention I enjoy ruffling your feathers."

Arthur thought about it while he chewed on his cookie. "You git, I could never tire of you. Though, I suppose I can understand your reasoning." They smiled at each other and just as the Brit was going to take another bite from his cookie he heard movement from beneath them. "Did you hear that?"

"What?" Alfred peeked over to see what could've distracted his lover. "I didn't hear anything."

"Shush! Listen," both stayed still and they heard footsteps ascending the stairs. "Do you think that Gilbert came back already?"

Francis, who had stirred awake from his friend's worried voice, floated closer. "What is it?"

"Someone's coming," answered Alfred. He pulled his friends further up in the air just as Sadiq and his men walked into the room. "Who's that?"

"I don't know, mon ami, but I don't have a good feeling about this. People never come up here unless Gilbert is here." They quieted down and watched the Turkish man carefully.

Sadiq pulled his hood down and walked towards the bell Matthew had identified as La Fidel. He frowned. "That is La Fidel? Matthew," he hissed, "the little shit lied to me," he got closer and touched the bell's curvature, "this has to be the ugliest thing I've ever seen." Colors reflected onto the beam caught Sadiq's attention and he curiously peeked under the bell. "My word," he whispered. He crawled inside the bell and stood in awe at all the gems lining the interior of La Fidel. Awe turned to greedy pleasure when he realized that not only was the bell encrusted with gems but that the bell herself was made entirely of gold. "I'm rich. I'm rich!" Sadiq crawled back out and pointed at his men, "You two, bring down La Fidel. Be careful, you idiot!"

The ghosts watched in horror as the men worked. Alfred growled in anger, "They can't do this. Come on we need to stop them."

"What can we do? They won't be able to see us let alone hear us," said Arthur worriedly. Francis nodded and looked around for anything that could help.

"How bout we use Little Sophia? She's right on top of them, I bet ya we can just let her drop and capture them! Yeah, I like that idea. Ready dudes?" Francis looked up at the bell dubbed Little Sophia and nodded slowly, not really having a better plan. Arthur worked at the knot and struggled to keep the bell from falling too quickly. He didn't want to hit La Fidel and break her after all. "Alright dudes, on my signal." Alfred peered over the edge and waited for Sadiq and his jesters to get closer. "Steady now."

"Steady my arse, this blasted thing is bloody heavy!" Francis helped Arthur hold the bell steady.

"Aw, Artie I love it when you talk dirty but now isn't really a good time for it," said the spectacled ghost cheekily.

"You bloody wan-" He was interrupted by a gasp. They looked down and saw two children they knew all too well. "Is that Ezio?" Francis let go of the bell unexpectedly and the rope went through Arthur's hands making Little Sophia fall over them. "Really frog?!"

"I'm sorry, mon ami. It was an accident. I'm worried about my Feli's little boy being here with those thieves."

Alfred tried to go through the bell but found that he couldn't. "Uh, guys? I think we're stuck." Alarmed Francis tried to go through as well but only ended up smashing his nose against the bronze. Arthur patted the bell's interior and frowned. "Do you think its cause we're scared?"

Francis peered through the crack that was created when they dropped the bell, "I'm not particularly scared, mon ami, more like pissed off. How dare these assholes steal such a precious bell? Not to mention little Ezio and Willem are down there." The other two looked through the crack as well just as the boys climbed up the stairs."

"Hey, what are they doing to La Fidel," whispered Willem to his companion. Ezio stared in shock as Sadiq wrapped his cloak around the bell and muttered an enchantment. When the Turkish man removed the cloak, the bell was gone.

"Oh no! They're stealing her, Will." Ezio grabbed onto Willem's arm and held on worriedly. "My Vati was right, the circus really were the ones stealing."

Willem pointed towards Sadiq and his jesters, "Look they're getting away!"

"Come on, Will we need to go see where they're taking her." The two boys, along with a disgruntled Pookie, chased after Sadiq.

At seeing this Francis bit his lip, "Non mon petit, don't go!" He stood at his full height and grabbed a heavy stone, "We need to call Gilbert." He tossed the rock at Little Sophia making her resonate.

"Blast it all, it's not loud enough," cursed Arthur. "Perhaps if we use the clapper? We can push it at the same time to make it hit against the bell hard." He and Francis moved their hands onto the clapper.

"Psst, Gilbird. Hey, little dude come here. I need you to go find Gilbert. He's down at the Seine." Alfred let the little bird fly off as fast as it could and noticed his companions giving him strange looks. "It's his favorite place and he's more than likely there with my brother." He positioned himself behind the clapper of the bell so that he could push it as well. "Alright dudes, let's do this on three. One!"

Gilbert and Matthew strolled on the sidewalk along the Seine while holding hands. Gilbert thought about what he wanted to tell Matthew and decided that now was just as good as any. "Matthew, I-"

"Gilbert, there's something I need to tell you." Both chuckled at speaking at the same time. Matthew cuddled his bear close to him and motioned for his boyfriend to speak first. His gut was churning violently with guilt and worry. He couldn't keep this up he was going to tell Gilbert everything and hope for the best.

The albino gently took Mr. Kumajirou from his blond lover and set him on the rail along with his parasol and gloves. Taking the delicate hands into his he looked into indigo eyes, "Matthew, I know I've already told you this but I want to say it again. "All my life I've waited for someone special and now that I've found you, I don't ever want to let you go. I love you and I was wondering, well…I was wondering if you'd do me the honor of going with me tomorrow to the festival a-and if I could shout your name under La Fidel's song. Please, Birdie?"

Matthew choked on air and felt his stomach clench along with his heart. It was an odd feeling one that was very unpleasant for the shy blond. On one hand he was thrilled, ecstatic and his heart nearly burst with joy from his love's words. On the other, those feelings left behind a horrible chill in their wake due to the guilt that was literally eating away at him. There wasn't going to be a festival and there wasn't going to be a song to shout each other's name to. And it was all his fault.

Gilbert didn't miss his lover's reaction and held their hands tighter, "What's wrong?"

"Love, I-I'm…I'm not the person you think I am." Matthew's eyes filled with tears as he looked away in shame. "But I want to be more than anything."

Gilbert looked down, a tight note beginning to wrap itself around his stomach. Ludwig couldn't be right about Matthew, right? Deciding that perhaps it was best to just ask he cupped the blonde's cheek as gently as he could, "Matthew, please, look at me." Matthew leaned into the warm hand and met Gilbert's crimson eyes, "Tell me the truth." Reluctantly, Matthew opened his mouth to speak only for a chirp to come out.

The pair looked up and saw Gilbird fluttering around, chirping anxiously. "Gilbird? What's wrong-" He was interrupted by a single bell, its booming voice piercing through the air with purpose. Gilbert recognized it, "Little Sophia?" He released Matthew's hand and made to run towards Notre Dame.

Matthew reached out and held tightly to the albino's shirt, "Wait don't go. Please."

Gilbert looked at him exasperatedly and pulled him along. "They're summoning me, Mattie, I can't ignore the bells. I think there's trouble. Come on!" Matthew picked up his bear with one arm and let himself be dragged towards Notre Dame with the other. Gilbird flew close behind. The blond tried the best he could to run as fast as Gilbert but knowing what he knew awaited them at the end of the line only made him drag his feet. Gilbert picked up on that and decided it was best if he just carried him.

Romulus burst through the door leading to the bell tower, "Gilbert, what's wrong, my son?" He looked around anxiously, "Gilbert? Gilber-" His words died as his jaw dropped. "La Fidel?! Gilbert are you up there?" He ran up the stairs and saw that no one was there. Not thinking twice about who or what was ringing Little Sophia, he turned on his heal and ran back down.

Ludwig too heard the bells and Aster, not needing to be told, ran as fast as he could, taking his master to Notre Dame. Ludwig's men followed. Feliciano and Lovino ran towards the church, Parisians and Gypsies alike surrounded the cathedral in confusion. "Fratello, what's going on?"

Lovino shook his head and pocketed Chibi-Romano, "I don't know. Antonio and I were in the middle of a puppet show when Gilbert started ringing the bells. It's odd though, he's never rung them like that. They sound…"

"Desperate," finished the gypsy prince looking towards the bell tower. Deciding that he needed to know he made a move towards the door. When he opened it his grandfather nearly crashed into him. "Grandpa Rome? What's wrong, grandpa?"

Romulus took deep breaths and grabbed onto his grandson's shoulders, "La Fidel, my boy. La Fidel is gone. Someone stole the bell!"

Lovino, along with everyone present gasped. "Then we must find her. Else, tomorrow will be ruined." He looked over to a heart broken Feliks. "In more ways than one." Toris whispered soothingly to his fiancé in effort to calm him down. Lovi's eyes narrowed; no subject of his was going to be denied his wishes because some asshole decided to steal La Fidel. "Berwald, Lars, Mathias, and Rodrich, come with me. We're going to search for La Fidel and find the bastard responsible for this." The four men bowed before their king and took off with him.

Ludwig growled in anger when he realized what had happened. "I can't believe I could be so stupid!" At his husbands confused gaze he hopped off of Aster. "I went to speak with Sadiq and he told me all these horrible things about Matthew. He had the egg that was stolen from Ivan's caravan when it was ambushed. He sent me on a wild goose chase so that I wouldn't be anywhere near Notre Dame. And Gilbert was probably-"

"Here! I'm here, what happened?" Gilbert lowered Matthew to the ground and grabbed his hand again to get closer. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the worried archdeacon. "Father, what's wrong? F-Feli?" The albino grew weary. He never saw the gypsy prince's face become expressionless. "Bruder?" Ludwig ignored him as he shouted orders for the men to seal off every street, alley, and along the river. "Ludwig? What happened?"

"Sadiq stole La Fidel," murmured Toris as he walked past them with his arms around Feliks as he led his blond fiancé back home.

Gilbert's stomach flipped, a cold pit suddenly making itself comfortable in his gut. He looked at the flower in his hand then at Matthew, who had been noticeably quiet since they arrived. He licked his dry lips and looked at him carefully, "B-Birdie? Did you-….Did you know this was going to happen?"

Matthew was dying on the inside. Mr. Kumajirou was grunting softly from how tightly his master has hugging him, but the little bear bared it. He could sense the pain that was building inside the petite blonde. Matthew felt Gilbert's grip on him tighten and everyone's eyes on him. Taking a deep breath, he mustered all the courage he could.

"Men arrest him." Two of Ludwig's guards did as they were told but nothing they did could keep the pale hand away from their prisoner.

"What are you doing, Bruder?! He didn't steal the bell he was with me the entire time. You want Sadiq, you said so yourself!" Gilbert looked at his brother angrily. "You can't take him from me, Ludwig."

The blond captain gripped his brother by the shoulders, "He lied to you, Gilbert. He used you. Sadiq told me that Matthew is a thief-"

"And you believe him? Isn't this the same person who just stole our bell?"

"Bruder, listen to me," growled Ludwig. His eyes pleaded with his little brother, "That man is scum. You deserve someone better. Someone who doesn't lie and smile through their teeth to seduce and most surely someone who doesn't sleep with men to rob them!"

Gilbert stopped struggling in his brother's grip, "What?"

"That's right. Matthew slept with you to gain your trust. He did it so that he could lure you away from Notre Dame and leave the bells defenseless." Ludwig was well aware that people were trying to listen in and was grateful that his men had the common sense to push back the crowed so that only their gypsy friends where near. Feli gasped and held to his grandfather.

Gilbert felt the cold knot grow long fingers in his stomach, growing into a sinister hand that delighted in making the albino squirm as it traced its way up his abdomen. "Birdie?" He turned in his brother's grip to look at his blond boyfriend. When he saw that Matthew tensed and looked away in shame, unable to meet his crimson eyes, he could feel the hand dance its way coyly towards his heart. "Mattie." Gilbert's voice no longer sounded thin. "Matthew, is Ludwig lying? Answer me damn it!"

Matthew was beyond dead. The guilt had eaten away any fight he had left and he let himself fall limp, with only the hands holding him keeping him from completely falling on the ground. Finally indigo met crimson, "I'm so sorry, Gilbert. I tried…I tried to tell you, my love." The icy hand finally found its way around the albino's heart. "Sadiq told me to gain your trust in order to steal La Fidel." Everyone near them gasped. Elizabeta brought a hand to her mouth while Tino wrapped his arms around himself. Emma hugged her rolling pen.

"You lied to me?" A finger pad ran in a cruel tease along Gilbert's heart, leaving ice behind its trail. "You lied to me…about everything. You don't love me." Gilbert lowered his head in embarrassment and pain. Tears desperately wanted to escape his eyes but he held them in as long as he could. He didn't want his boy- no this man to have the satisfaction of witnessing his tears as well. "You used me," he whispered, the hand began to burn now; it set his heart, stomach, and everything in between ablaze in a cold fury. "You lied to me," he growled out. " 'Which one is La Fidel? Let's go to the Court of Miracles.' You never cared about me, you just…and I…and we-" He couldn't finish his thought. Gilbert never felt so dirty in his life.

"No!" Matthew stood up again and began to desperately pull at the hands holding him to get closer to Gilbert. "That isn't true. I never lied about that. I do love you Gilbert. I do!" He thrashed around some more. Mr. Kumajirou sensed his master's desire and bit the guard holding on to him. The blond ran and clung tightly to Gilbert, "I love you. I love you so much. Please, Gilbert, please I beg of you. Please believe me. I only did it to keep you safe. I never met to hurt you; I just wanted you to keep you safe." He buried his face into the albino's neck, tears rolling down in rivers.

Gilbert wanted nothing more than to wipe them away and hold tight to his Birdie. To tell him that he loved him too, that he didn't care about his past, and that everything was going to be ok. But the pain and anger didn't let him. "How can I possibly believe that," he said coldly. He removed the arms around his neck and held Matthew away, "Here, Bruder, you were right. He's all yours."

"No, Gilbert please don't," whimpered Matthew. He saw Gilbird nestle himself sadly onto Gilbert's white hair.

Ludwig patted his little brother's back, "I'm sorry, Gill. Truly I am." He wiped the single tear from his brother's face. Knowing full well that more would just take its place. Gilbert nodded dully, the hand now long gone but the damage was enough to weigh him down. He slowly made his way towards the door, he tossed the flower on the ground in order to push open the doors. Romulus entered first with Feliciano staying behind to assess Matthew's state. "Men take him away."

"No! No, please. Gilbert look at me!" Gilbert paused in closing the door. He bit his lip and pressed his face against the heavy wood, fighting with himself to keep from looking out. He knew if he did, he would forgive and save him from his brother's wrath. "Gilbert just look at me!" The albino let out a sob at how desperate and sad Matthew sounded. He fully shut the door and ran up the stairs. Falling onto the floor halfway through, he allowed himself to cry, not bothering in picking himself up. He cried for all the lovers who wouldn't get a chance to shout each other's names. He cried for his brother and his friends who worked so hard in crafting the bell. He cried for Feliks and Toris who had spent six years waiting to finally marry to the beautiful voice only La Fidel had. And finally, he cried for himself and Matthew, whom despite everything, he still loved. But the pain he was feeling was worse than anything he's ever felt before. Worse than the Festival of Fools all those years ago, worse than when Wolfgang would abuse him both mentally and physically, even worse than when he saw his brother kiss Feli back when he had a crush on the gypsy prince. He was slowly becoming numb of all feeling aside from sorrow.

Feli watched as Matthew fell limp as the guards dragged him away and wrapped his arms around himself. He sighed; all around him people both gypsy and Parisians alike wore the same somber expressions. Couples were heart broken, though he knew none were as heartbroken as his brother in law. Feli didn't look at Ludwig; he didn't want to see his husband's face at the moment. Not that he was angry at him; he knew that the blond was doing his duty as captain of the guard. The gypsy prince didn't look at his people either; he didn't want to see their confusion. Instead he looked at his surrogate nephew, Vash, as he yelled at Emil.

"I told you to stay away from my sister," growled Vash.

Emil narrowed his eyes, finally having enough of his girlfriend's brother's foolishness. "No. I'm done listening to you, Vash. What have I done to merit your hate? Why can't you just leave me alone? You can punch me, yell at me, and even threaten me but I love Lilly and nothing is going to change that!"

Elizabeta moved to pull her son away from the young Nordic but Tino held her still. "No, dear, let them do this. They need to get it out of their system."

Vash fisted his hands around his shirt to keep them from reaching Emil. "You can't have her because she's mine, Emil! She's my sister and you can't take her from me." Vash flushed from both anger and embarrassment. "Before we met mom and dad, we were all we had and it was fine. I was happy and she was happy. She was happy and satisfied with just me. Then you came along and started to make her happy. She use to brag and talk about me but now it's just 'Emil this and Emil that. And Emil is so awesome.' I'm sick of it, I'm-" He started to choke back a jealous sob and lowered his head, bangs covered his eyes. His sister was everything to him. Henry was too now but his sister always had a special place in his heart, much like how Lars felt for Emma. Sisters were different he guessed, from brothers. They would eventually leave when they found husband. They would go live in their commune. He didn't…but Lilly. He looked at his sister's wide green eyes. Eyes she shared with him. Lilly was truly happier with Emil. And that thought alone was enough to distress the blond but he knew that no matter how much he screamed, he'd never be able to change his sister's mind. To continue would only be wasted and he'd gain nothing but drive Lilly further away. Vash relaxed his hands in defeat, "I'm done. I don't care anymore. I'm sorry, Emil." With that he turned to walk back home. Only, he fell into the damn sewer. Again. "Dang it!"

Hmm. Sorry for the wait. I wasn't feeling to good and didn't have the will to write but I'm better now I guess. The story is almost over T_T Thank you every one who've stayed with me and left such lovely reviews, I've become addicted lol. Have a good week guys and wish me luck on my Anatomy test...its gonna be a tough one.

VivaAmerica: lol, no twist. Papa Denmark arc in the story is resolved. Now I just need to properly mend his relationship with Emma and Lars. Thank you for the review! ^_^

zoewinter1: Don't worry he'll get his just rewards soon enough ^.^

akanobara: Thank you! It's a nice thought, but I can't take credit as its founder unfortunately T_T I've seen some cool videos on youtube that are Disney/Hetalia crossovers. My ablsoute favorite ones are Beauty and the Beast featuring Gerita

spiritualnekohime4: That he is. Hear that Sadiq? Justice is coming!

Immislmm: Thank you! Your so sweet ^_^ thank you for following the story and adding it to your favorites. It means alot!