The Ghost of Notre Dame

by sillypandalover91

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 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.

3. Topsy Turvy

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

The town bustled with people eager with the prospect of the annual Festival of Fools. Feliciano's amber eyes shone as he danced joyfully to the sound of his good friend Feliks's music. Feliks let his fingers glide along the strings of his guitar skillfully with a smile on his face. People were being very generous this morning and their collection box was nearly full. If they kept up like this then they would have no need to work for the rest of the week which meant that he could spend time with his adorable boyfriend, and that thought alone motivated him to continue playing for his companion. Feliciano took out a tambourine and played along, nodding thanks to a brunette girl who shyly walked up to him and dropped a copper coin. A little brown cat trotted playfully between Feliciano's legs making him and the girl giggle.

"Silly Pookie," he murmured softly and continued to dance.

The first thing Ludwig noticed upon entering the city was the mass expansion of it all. New homes here, new shops there and he didn't even want to know who was in charge of keeping the city clean but he did feel pity for him. A city this large and heavily populated must be troublesome to keep sanitary. He patted his largest dog, Aster, on the head and continued walking forward, his other three dogs following closely. He had received a letter a few days ago that his presence was needed in France sent by no other than Wolfgang himself. Of course, he couldn't say no to his own grandfather. At least that's what he kept telling himself. He wasn't relieved that he got a chance to step away from the tiring war he was fighting. No that wasn't it at all.

Ludwig sighed and looked around again before looking down at his map. "This is ridiculous boys," he muttered to his dogs. "Leave town for a couple of decades and they change everything." He glanced up again to find a man carrying tomatoes in one hand and a walking stick in the other. "Excuse me, sir, could you tell me where to find the Palace of Justice?"

The young man paled at the thought of someone actually going there on their own free will and shook his head before smiling. "Sorry amigo, but I am blind. Actually I'm looking for a friend myself but I think I may have past him up."

Blue eyes widened in disbelief. How one earth had this guy managed to make it this far was beyond him. Shaking his head he offered assistance but was rudely shoved out of the way by another young man dressed in a red peasant shirt and brown linen pants tucked into knee high boots. "You stupid blind bastard, you walked right by me. I even called out your name."

"Ah Lovino," cried Antonio happily. "I was looking for you."

"Yeah yeah come on before you hurt yourself." Lovino looped his arm around his friend and started to walk away when Ludwig reached out to grab his shoulder. The gypsy king became rigid and slowly turned his head to glare at the invading hand.

"Uh, sorry to bother you sir but do you know where the Palace of Justice is?"

"Go fuck yourself you damn soldier. Like I would help a bastard like you," and with that he walked briskly away, dragging his Spaniard with him.

Ludwig stayed frozen in place only to be brought out of his thoughts by his dog Blackie who had nudged his leg. "Yeah, I know boy. Wonder what crawled up his ass and died." He walked forward still thinking about how the men treated him. Under normal circumstances he supposed that he would have arrested him for…well no he wouldn't have. He didn't do anything wrong and based on how weary his gaze had been, despite the defiance, Ludwig had to wonder what the soldiers here in the city were like to merit such resentment. Perhaps he'd ask his grandfather. "If I ever find the damn place," he muttered with annoyance.

Sweet music reached him and annoyance became curiosity so he followed the sound. A breath hitched at his throat when he saw the spitting image of the man he'd just encountered. He was smiling brightly and so earnestly, without a trace of hatred or fear. Surly his mood couldn't have changed so drastically in only minutes could it? As Ludwig came closer he noticed that this wasn't the same man he had the pleasure of meeting but perhaps, no certainly, his twin brother. He wore similar clothing to only his shirt was white and it fell off his slender shoulders, strings at his chest loosely tied so it exposed his chest some, and he wore a sash around his hips. His eyes were a darker color and his hair lighter. He was the personification of perfection and beauty if Ludwig ever saw one. He felt a blush creep onto his cheeks when the man turned to face him and smiled, sashaying his hips in a playful manner to the music. Ludwig returned the smile and couldn't be happier to have returned to his city.

Just as he moved to ask the gypsy for directions, and maybe a date, a shrill whistler pierced the air from the above sidewalk. Both gypsy men stopped what they were doing and looked up to see a brunette male with stunning blue eyes make signals to them. The blond looked to his companion who nodded to him before taking off after the one who had whistled with his stool and instruments leaving the other to collect the money hurriedly. Just as he got up to leave, he bumped into a tall black haired soldier, dropping his earnings.

"Where do you think you're going gypsy scum," he sneered at the man and he dropped to collect the coins again.

"Better yet, where did you get the money," asked his partner.

Feliciano looked up and puffed his cheeks in annoyance and Ludwig decided that it was one of the most adorable things he's ever seen. He stood and watched, a hand on his dogs to keep them at bay but another on the hilt of his sword should it be needed. "You say that like I stole it, well for your information I earned it." Both soldiers laughed making Feliciano scowl darkly. "But then again you would know all about stealing wouldn't you."

The black haired soldier growled in anger and harshly lifted Feliciano from the ground, "Looks like we've got ourselves a trouble maker Malechai."

"Indeed we do Raul. Perhaps a day in the stocks will cool him of- ow!" Pookie dug her claws into Malechai and Feliciano took the opportunity to knee Raul in the groin before picking up his cat and run away.

Ludwig happy but the turn of events moved his massive dog to block the way, allowing Feliciano more time to run and hide. "Aster sit," he commanded. The large white beast of a dog sat on top of Raul making him groan in pain and discomfort, even more so when the smaller of the dogs lifted his leg near the soldier's shoulder. Ludwig gave him a sigh of mock sympathy. "Oh, I'm very sorry sir. Naughty pups, naughty. Seriously, I can't take them anywhere."

By this time a small crowd of people had gathered and chuckled at the soldier's expense. His partner however didn't share the amusement. "How dare you mock us you dirty peasant." He drew out his sword and pointed it to Ludwig, who by now had had enough of his misfortunes for the day. Receiving lip from a citizen he could tolerate, but coming from a soldier whose duty was mere patrolling of the city, or rather harassment of its citizens, was insubordination and that did not sit well with him. He pushed back his traveling cloak to reveal golden armor and pulled out his noticeably longer and sharper sword.

"You were saying, lieutenant."

Malechai paled and immediately sheathed his sword and saluted. "Forgive me Captain, I didn't recognize you sir."

"It's fine, now would you two be so kind to point me towards the Palace of Justice." He allowed his dog to stand up and followed the soldiers to his destination. A gold gleam caught his eye on the floor and he bent down to pick up three coins and deposited them in a box in front of a beggar.

Once they were out of sight the beggar removed the cloak form his form and tucked in a satchel. Feliks and his lover, Toris, came back for their gypsy prince only to find him staring after the blond captain in wonder.

Upon arrival, Ludwig was directed to the dungeon where Wolfgang stood talking to another guard. "Ease up between lashes and don't be so hard on him. He'll never talk if he's passed out and then we'll have to do this all over again," he said, speaking like one would to a child. The guard nodded enthusiastically and saluted before returning to his duty. The younger man coughed to alert his grandfather of his presence.

"Reporting for duty as ordered, sir."

"Ah Ludwig, my how've you grown." Wolfgang smiled but it didn't reach his eyes as he hugged his grandson awkwardly. "It's so nice of you to arrive so quickly. Come let us go upstairs to speak in private. Both men ascended the stairs and before the door closed Ludwig grimaced when he heard a pain filled scream echo from the walls. "I hear you've been doing remarkably well against our English foes. How is the war?"

Ludwig stood rigid next to Wolfgang, "Its fine sir. Permission to speak?"

"Of course my boy."

"In the letter you mentioned that your Captain of the guard had taken a leave and you summoning me here, does that mean that-"

"I have selected you to take his place. I do hope you prove to be a better captain of the guard. My last one failed to meet my standards and had to be…relieved from his post. Though with your impressive service record, I'm sure you'll whip my men into shape." Ludwig could have sworn that he heard another scream from downstairs but disregarded it; they were too far high up.

"It'd be my honor, sir."

"That's a good lad. Now on to business; I'm afraid you've come to Paris in her darkest hour. It'll take a firm hand to save the weak minded from being misled."

"Misled?"

"Look down there and tell me what you see."

Ludwig did as he was told and looked over the rail. Streamers and stands that emitted delicious aromas peppered his sight. A stage was being set up near the cathedral by the same man and his friend that he had met earlier along with several other gypsies. Not too far away was his auburn haired twin brother playing guitar while his blond and brunette friends where dancing around him in front of a small audience. He had to bite back a smile and force down a blush knowing full well that Wolfgang was staring at him impatiently for an answer. "I-uh see towns people happy and excited for whatever festivities are being laid out"

Wolfgang shook his head and grunted, "No, they're all fools, tricked by those blasted gypsies to trust them so that they can steal them blind. For twenty years I've made it my mission to rid us of this vermin," he looked to the rail to find a few ants and squished them beneath his fingers, "one by one." He sighed to himself and scowled. "But for all my efforts they somehow have managed to thrive". He lifted the slate to reveal dozens of bugs underneath. "To make matters worse some of them are even homosexuals. A blasphemy in the eyes of the righteous and the fools that live here are too blind to see the filth they allow themselves to coexist with."

Ludwig felt a knot in his throat and stood straighter with his fists tightening behind his back. "What does that have to do with me, sir?"

"I believe that they have a safe haven within the walls of this very city." He chuckled, "They call it the Court of Miracles. When we find it I want you to take care of them."

"You summoned me here from the wars to capture fortunetellers and palm readers?" Ludwig felt himself grow angry at the man before him. Now he remembered why he left, he hadn't wanted anything to do with his bigoted grandfather and he sure as hell didn't want anything to do with him now, but for his own safety he'd follow orders for the time being.

"Where you not listening to anything I just said Captain? These are the very beings that poison our society. They live outside the normal social order and their heathen ways inflame the people's lowest instincts. Perhaps you should accompany me to this festival so you may see for yourself the vulgarity these people are. Then perhaps you'll be more at liberty to," he slammed down the slate, crushing every single one of them.

"You make your point quite vividly, sir."

Trumpets blared down in the streets to signal the start of the festival and Ludwig followed his grandfather out the building to his reserved spot. Ludwig sat on top of his dog Aster and watched as a happier looking Lovino made his way down the street followed by other participants.

The streets where filled with just every inhabitant of the city and Dämon felt himself shy behind his hood as he made his way down the church. "Come one, come all! Leave your loops and milking stools,
Coop the hens and pen the mules." Below him, the crowd began to sing as everyone waited for the Gypsy King to arrive to the town square. "Come one, come all! Close the churches and the schools; it's the day for breaking rules." He looked up and grinned when he saw Alfred, Arthur, and Francis give him a thumbs up. He sang along as he continued his descent, "Come and join the feast of-"

Lovino, now dressed like a red and black jester, complete with a hat and a mask, skipped down the streets of Paris with his entourage closely behind. "Fools," he cried cheerfully looking around his at smiling faces and some that were already drunk. "Once a year we throw a party here in town. Once a year we turn all Paris upside down. Every man's a king and every king's a clown." Antonio, who was dressed like a king tossed his tomatoes in the direction of Lovino's voice who caught them with ease and began to juggle them before throwing them to a man dressed like dog. The 'dog' proceeded to eat the tomatoes while throwing a dog bone to the man he was walking on a leash. "Once again it's Topsy Turvy Day: It's the day the devil in us gets released. It's the day we mock the prig and shock the priest. Everything is topsy turvy at the Feast of Fools!" Antonio was led away by Elizabeta, a fellow gypsy and a close friend of the royal brothers. Her husband walked on a pair of stilts dressed like a jester as well, throwing candies to the audience.

"Topsy turvery," chanted the crowd.

"Everything is upsy daysy!" Lovino did a handstand and walked on his hands making some children giggle.

"Topsy turvey!"

"Everyone is acting crazy, dross is gold and weeds are a bouquet," Toris gave Feliks a bouquet of weeds while his boyfriend handed him a banana peel to which the other brought to his cheek to rub affectionately. "That's the way on Topsy Turvy Day!"

Dämon now close to the bottom grabbed on to one of the ropes tied to a pillar making it loosen under his weight and unravel taking him with it to close to the festivities. Right in front of Lovino who hadn't noticed who he was and looped an arm around his to try to dance with him.

"Topsy Turvey!"

Dämon managed to get away from him and hid behind a cluster of balloons. Not one to be deterred from an audience member who wasn't enjoying themselves Lovino followed him and attempted to get him to participate. "Join the bums and thieves and strumpets." He cut the strings holding the balloons down and his eyes widened when he saw who it was. "Streaming in from Chartres to Calais," he continued to sing not wanting to bring attention to the albino who no doubt was here without the permission of his caretaker. He sent him a wink and moved on to his next victim. "Scurvy knaves are extra scurvy on the sixth of January. All because it's Topy Turvy Day!"

The albino sighed a breath of relief when the Gypsy King left him alone and he tried to get back to the cathedral deciding that this was enough excitement for a day when he was knocked unceremoniously into a tent. A loud hiss followed by an angry growl of a cat made him stumble back to his feet. "Oh goodness!" He froze and looked at a man identical to the Gypsy King. "Are you ok? You're not hurt are you?" Dämon pulled his hood as far as it could go to cover his face and tried to back away from Feliciano's hands. "Here let me see."

"No! No, I'm fine really you don't have to-" a warm hand cupped against his cheek and his red eyes met kind brown.

"There see, no harm done." Dämon blushed from the contact and realized that the man before him was shirtless, wearing only a leather band on his biceps, black linen pants tucked into black boots. Feliciano grinned and led him out of his tent. "Just try to be more careful ok angel?" Too stunned to talk Dämon nodded. "Oh and by the way, great costume," he said with a grin before closing the tent flap. The albino bell ringer smiled in a daze and moved back to the crowed near the stage where Lovino had climbed on.

"Come one, come all! Hurry, hurry, here's your chance," he skipped over to Wolfgang and smiled though it didn't reach his eyes. "See the mystery and romance," Ludwig bit back a chuckle when he saw that the Gypsy King had left some tomato pulp on his grandfather's hat before leaving back to the center of the stage, Wolfgang unaware of its presence. "Come one, come all! See the finest man in France, my dear baby brother make an entrance to entrance. Dance Feliciano," he reached into his pocket and with a gloved hand pulled out some vanishing powder. "Dance!"

In a flash of red smoke he was replaced by his twin brother who wore what he had when Dämon met him only now he also wore a vest left open to expose his chest and stomach, a red sash around his hips. Ludwig's face burned bright red at the sight of him and next to him Wolfgang's mouth dropped before he composed himself and looked to see his grandson's red face. He nodded in approval mistaking the groans he emitted as groans of disgust, "Look at that disgusting display."

"Yes sir," responded the younger blond a little too enthusiastically. Feliciano smirked seductively at his audience who cheered loudly at the little vixen. In his hand was a tambourine and he shook his hips in a playful seduction; playful because there was nothing sexual in his movements, seductive because paired with his choice of attire well… Ludwig shifted uncomfortably on his dog and wrapped his cloak to shield his lower front half of his body. The young gypsy prince skipped down catwalk that connected the stage to Wolfgang's reserved seating and tossed his tambourine to the audience to remove his sash and used it to pull in the judge for a kiss on the nose, making the him pale and scowl. Ludwig noticed the pink blush on him however and felt a slight jealousy but said nothing and instead continued to watch his little gypsy dance away back to the main stage, leaving behind his sash with the judge.

The music increased in tempo and so did his movements. Ludwig bit his lip to keep back a groan when he realized how flexible Feliciano was proving himself to be as he performed some acrobatic movements, rousing cheers from the crowd. Dämon smiled and applauded happily when Feliciano finally finished his routine, his skin shiny from perspiration. Coins rained upon him as his brother Lovino joined his brother on stage and helped him up, grinning at him with approval. Pookie too joined her master on stage wearing a collar with puffy ribbon.

"Here it is, the moment you've been waiting for. Here it is, you know exactly what's in store," Lovino grinned mischievously and the audience mimicked him. "Now's the time we laugh until our sides get sore, now's the time we crown the King of Fools!" He turned to watch as a group of four blond gypsies brought in a wasted man on a pedestal. "You remember last year's king?" Everyone cheered at their 'king'. "So make a face that's horrible and frightening. Make a face as gruesome as a gargoyle's wing. For the face that's ugliest will be the King of Fools! Why?"

"Topsy turvy," cried out the crowd merrily as he brought up volunteers from the crowd for a chance to be crowned this year's King of Fools.

He pointedly ignored Dämon for which the albino was thankful for, "Ugly folk, forget your shyness; you could soon be called Your Highness!" Unfortunately, Feliciano hadn't recognized who he was and immediately pulled him up to the stage before his brother could protest.

"Topsy turvy! Put your foulest features on display and be the king of Topsy Turvy Day!"

The prince began to remove the masks of the men to reveal them making distorted faces. At the crowds disapproval Pookie clawed at their legs making them jump in surprise and fall off the stage much to the joy of the audience. Eventually all of them fell leaving only Dämon on the stage and when Feliciano moved to remove his mask he gasped when it wouldn't come off. Thinking that perhaps it was make up he tried to wipe his face making his skin red from insistent rubbing. His eyes widened when he realized who he was and looked at his brother guiltily.

The crowd quieted down and began to murmur amongst themselves. "That's no mask, that's his face!"

"He's scary," cried a random girl.

"No he's ugly!"

"It's the bell ringer from Notre Dame!" This caught Wolfgang's attention as he had been staring at the sash in his hands for some time now. He frowned and stood up from his seat, pocketing the red fabric to get a better look.

"Looks like a ghost to me." The three ghostly spectators on top of Notre Dame frowned at that and even more so when someone corrected the heckler. "More like a demon look at his eyes."

Dämon felt tears sting his eyes and he buried his face in his hands with a groan. Lovino frowned before smiling. "H-hey now ladies and gentlemen, don't panic. Didn't we ask for the ugliest face in Paris?" Though there wasn't a damn thing ugly about the man next to him he thought to himself in anger. When the crowd began to hesitantly agree he grinned, "Well now we have it. Dämon, the Ghost of Notre Dame!" He pulled out a thin golden leaf crown and placed it on the albino's head making everyone cheer. A few men came up to him and hoisted him onto the pedestal so that they could parade him around the square. "Everybody, every year we throw a party here in town. Hail to the king! Every year we turn Paris upside down, oh what a king!" He hopped off the stage and danced behind Dämon. Dämon grinned happily as the tears he felt before turned into those of happiness of being accepted amongst the people. "Every year the ugliest will wear the crown. Girls, give a kiss on this topsy turvy day." He turned to Wolfgang and waved at him, not paying attention to how purple his face was nor to the cold arura that surrounded him. The blond captain that sat on a beast of dog next to him smiled kindly and returned his wave. "We've never had a king like this." The mad it to a smaller stage higher than the other and there they deposited Dämon. "And it's the day we do the things that we deplore on the other three hundred and sixty-four." Lovino replaced Dämon's simple black cloak with a detailed royal one and too smiled kindly at him. "Once a year we love to drop in where the beer is never stopping, for the chance to pop some popinjay and pick a king who'll put the "top" in Topsy Turvy Day!" Ludwig looked around for the beer they mentioned and saw one of the blonds that had carried the previous king handing out large pints for free. He licked his lips in want but stayed put instead began to search around wondering where Feliciano had wandered off to.

A crowd surrounded the tiny stage and every one danced around the Gypsy King and the King of fools, "Mad and crazy, upsy-daisy, Topsy Turvy Day!" A small burst was heard and confetti rained upon them all. The crowd chanted 'Dämon' in approval of their new king, tossing flowers and candies. The albino looked up to the bell tower and waved at his three friends who were jumping for joy. Feliciano walked out of his tent dressed as he was earlier in the day petting his cat happily that everything worked out in the end.

Of course, life had a funny thing of giving you a taste of what you've craved desperately before ripping it from your lips and holding it high above you. The two soldiers that harassed Feliciano started to talk loudly amongst themselves, "Think he's ugly now? Watch this." He tossed a tomato at the bell ringer felicitating a gasp from the crowd.

Dämon stood frozen in shock as he brought a gloved hand to his face and drew it back to see the pulp staining the fabric. Lovino, who had long since left to change back to his everyday clothing stared, too in shock.

"Now that's ugly," shouted Raul. More soldiers got in on this barbaric display and threw their own food and tomatoes at Dämon.

"Hail to the king," shouted one in mockery.

Feliciano tensed and saw how nobody was moving help out the poor bell ringer. His eyes shifted to his brother who was holding tight to Antonio, who too had changed to regular clothes, in attempt to keep him still. The Spaniard's face was contorted in anger and sadness but he eventually gave up and buried his face in his friend's shoulder. Feliciano then looked back to the judge and saw how his face was stoic yet his eyes held a dark mirth to them. Pookie meowed quietly sensing her master's change of mood and braced herself when he dropped her at the sudden yelp from the man on the small stage.

Dämon had tried to run away but slipped and fell on to the wheel where a soldier had moved to tie him down. People from the crowd joined in on the fun and they too threw food, laughing at the distressed albino. Red eyes hardened and he used all his power to stand up; muscles straining his shirt, tearing through as he managed to break away from his binds, only to be lassoed back by members of the crowd who had only moments before been cheering for him. "Where are you going Ghost? The fun's only is beginning," sneered the soldier as he began to turn the wheel and Feliciano began to run towards them, pushing past his brother who didn't attempt to stop him. Dämon met Wolfgang's eyes and cried out for him to help him. Wolfgang turned away.

"Sir, permission to stop this cruelty," requested Ludwig trying his hardest to keep Aster from rushing them both in without permission.

Wolfgang cast him a cool glance before returning his gaze at his charge. "In a moment, Captain. A lesson must be learned here."

Ludwig frowned and returned his gaze only for his features to soften as people stopped throwing food at the albino with the exception of a couple of soldiers. The other gypsies however had removed all forms of food so they stopped too. However it wasn't lack of ammunition that caused a cease fire. No, it was the handsome gypsy prince who had managed to calm the crowd by his mere presence.

Feliciano looked down at the albino who kept his eyes firmly shut. "Don't be afraid little angel, he murmured to him as he unwrapped his sash and began to clean his face. "I'm sorry. This wasn't supposed to happen." Dämon shivered from the sudden warmth and kindness he was being shown, unsure if it was a trick. Upon meeting his savior's gaze he leaned into his touch, seeing no malicious intent in the gypsy.

"You! Gypsy boy," shouted Wolfgang. "Come down from there at once."

Feliciano stood and retied his sash around his hips, "Of course your honor, just as soon as I free this poor boy."

"You'll do no such thing." The young gypsy prince narrowed his eyes and drew a dagger from his boot and leaned down to the ropes securing Dämon. Not once diverting his eyes from the judge, he cut through the binds. "How dare you defy me-"

"You mistreat this young man the same way you mistreat my people. You speak of justice and yet you trample and are cruel to those most in need of your help."

"Silence!"

"Justice," cried Feliciano with passion. Lovino and the rest of the gypsies smiled at their little prince with pride. He turned and helped up Dämon. Ludwig felt his heart flutter at the sight of the little gypsy's display. Not only was he painfully handsome but there was a fire burning within him that outshone any other man he's ever met.

"Mark my words boy; you will pay for this insolence."

Feliciano turned with disdain and took a jester hat handed to him by Rodrich, who had recovered from an earlier misfortune. "Then it seems we have crowned the wrong king. The only fool I see here is you." He tossed him the hat.

"Captain Ludwig, arrest him." Ludwig sighed and snapped his fingers for the guards to move in; praying that there would be a repeat of this morning and Feliciano would escape unharmed.

Feliciano stood protectively in front of Dämon and counted the guards stalking towards him, "Now let's see, there are six of you and only one of me," he muttered sadly, pulling out a white handkerchief. "What's a poor prince to do," he sobbed into the cloth before blowing his nose loudly, releasing vanishing powder and disappearing.

Ludwig rolled his eyes at his grandfather when he heard him gasp and mutter 'witchcraft'. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Lovino was ushering his people to safety and it clicked as to why nobody was helping the young man.

"Oh boys!" Everyone turned to face Feliciano who was now standing with his face in a basket of masks. Raul and Malechai climbed up the stand to reach him. With a grin he ran and jumped off, landing in waiting hands of his fans. He waved good bye as he was ushered to the other end of the square. Both guards foolishly thought that they'd receive the same treatment and jump into the crowd after him however every one moved out of the way. Raul held his nose to stop the bleeding and grunted when his partner fell on top of him.

Two armed guards made a charged at him narrowly missing his leg as he climbed onto a cage housing a grumpy young blond. The blade, though missing his leg, hit the latch releasing the cage and Feliciano grimaced as Pookie dug her claws into his shoulder in fear while he somehow managed to keep his balance on it as he rolled over his attackers. He jumped off and the cage opened. Looking around Vash got out and was tackled by his litter sister, "Brother you're free! You're free!" Unfortunately, he stumbled from the sudden shock of his hug and fell onto a stock which immediately locked itself into place.

"Dang it, Lilly," he muttered halfheartedly making his sister smile sheepishly.

Feliciano found a board with wheels secured at the bottom and stood on it, pushing off to create momentum. He grabbed for a lose rope and let the board fly through the air and right into six guards, making them all fall to the ground in pain. Rodrich, still on his stilts, saw two more guards chasing after his prince on horse back and with a blush dropped his pants making them fling back. Dämon watched with wide eyes as they soared through the air before landing in the barrel of beer. Ludwig's face contorted in displeasure for the ruined beverage but pushed the thought from his mind. As long as his Feliciano was safe he supposed, blushing lightly at the thought. He was grinning like an idiot internally from how wonderfully the prince was doing. The final puncture of cupid's arrow was when the man took out a metal disk and threw it at the incoming soldiers, knocking them out instantly before it recoiled and flew in Ludwig's direction. He barley ducked in time but when he looked up to see Feliciano's wide eyes he let his grin show through.

Panting, Feliciano turned to see that every one of his people, including Rodrich and Antonio had managed to flee to safety. He climbed up back to the stage taking a bow before the cheering crowd and removed his sash; unraveling it and wrapping himself with it before disappearing into thin air.

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