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

Storm clouds rolled into the sky and the three ghosts looked sadly below them. Arthur wrapped an arm around Alfred as he cried silently to himself while Francis sighed with deep remorse at the sight of their friend. Dämon stood still on the small stage trembling, his flesh red from the tomato stains and rope burns. He slowly made his way down the steps and looked around at the mess that was made because of him. Red eyes met furious blue and he flinched at the sound of thunder. The towns people moved away from him when he walked slowly back to the cathedral's door, pausing only to briefly look at his caretaker. "Forgive me, master. I will never disobey you again." Rain began to pour down, each a cold needle on his raw flesh.

Wolfgang ignored him and climbed onto his horse, "Find him Captain, I want him alive." Ludwig nodded before moving to direct the other soldiers and stressing that they were not to harm the gypsy boy. Wolfgang returned his glare at the albino and watched him enter the church, tears running down his cheeks from the humiliation and the salt that was being thrown into his wounds. 'Damn ghost' and 'ugly demon' were murmured by the crowd. Once inside the church he released a sob and ran to his tower.

"Mon petite, forgive us we didn't think that things would have gone horribly wrong," Francis moved to hold the sobbing albino tightly in his arms but stopped himself. Dämon was wet and dirty and Francis was dead and therefore cold. He'd only make him sick. Instead he went to pull out some clean clothes for his friend.

Alfred, not thinking about the consequences, did hug him, "Please forgive us, Dämon, we didn't mean for you to get hurt."

Arthur nodded and ran his fingers through his hair, "Indeed my friend. That was not our intention. We only wanted you to experience something that made you happy."

"It's not your fault you guys. I'm not mad at you. I should of known better than to think that the people would have accepted me." He slid on a fresh set of clothing and discarded his soiled ones into a basket so that he could mend them later. He climbed into the beams that held the bells securely and brought his knees into his chest. "I'm nothing but a monster."

Feliciano's back ached from being slouched over and Pookie was getting irritated from her perch on top of his head as well, though her reasoning more than likely had to with the current downpour. Through his hooded bangs he saw Dämon go inside the church and when Wolfgang moved in the opposite direction he too scurried into the cathedral. Aster nudged his master on the hip and pointed after the bent figure making Ludwig raise an eyebrow. He looked down and saw familiar boots and smirked when he saw him stumble over his cloak that was dragging on the floor. Stealthily, he followed after him as to not rouse suspicion from his men. Ludwig watched as Feli stretched to smooth out his back muscles and smiled softly when he let out a 've'. His heart pounded in his chest, what was going to say to him? How was he going to approach him and most importantly how was he going to convey his affection without sounding like a lust driven moron?

"You should know that just because we're in a church, I won't hesitate in defending myself." Ludwig narrowly missed the candelabrum that was shoved towards his face. He grabbed onto it in hopes of prying it from the prince's hands but that proved futile when he received that lower end to the head.

"Ow," he groaned holding on to his head and pulling out his own sword to deflect any attacks. "Easy, I'm not going to arrest you!"

"Oh really? Could have fooled me when you sent all those guards after me," Feli attacked again, only to have his makeshift weapon be sliced in half by Ludwig's sword.

"I didn't mean for them to hurt you. Besides, you did very well. In fact I would ask if you'd join the military if you weren't a gypsy." Ludwig winced as soon as he said that and didn't have time to deflect the remains of the candelabrum aimed for his foot. "I'm sorry, that came out wrong. Please calm down! I really just came here to apologize for everything that happened."

Feli sighed and dropped his weapon seeing that the blond had no intention of harming him that he could see. His cat, however, hissed at the captain and moved to scratch his cheek, drawing from him a hiss of pain of his own. "Bad Pookie, naughty kitty," the prince rubbed his cat's head and put her down. He saw blood seep from Ludwig's fingers and his eyes softened. "Here let me see." Feliciano took the blonde's hand away and inspected the cut. "It's not so bad," he muttered and pulled out a white cloth to clean up the scratch. Ludwig's heart beat was erratic at the sight of Feliciano nursing him and he all but died when the petite man reached up on his toes to give his cheek a kiss. Leaning back, Feli crossed his arms behind his back and looked down with a blush, "My mom always did that to me and my brother when we got hurt. Made us feel better so…"

"I don't mind," Ludwig said quickly. "Um...sorry about the gypsy thing. I didn't mean to be disrespectful."

Feliciano's eyes widened before smirking, "You really aren't like the other soldiers are you." He shook his head to himself, "Its ok. That would probably be the least of my worries, no doubt that the other men would look down on me."

"Why?"

Feliciano looked up and stared into Ludwig's eyes for a moment in thought. Sky blue orbs revealed so much to the gypsy prince that he blushed. "I have a…a preference towards um- men." He forced his face to be as neutral as possible and watched carefully at the other's face for a reaction.

Ludwig on the other hand couldn't stop himself form grinning nor keep the blush from forming on his own face. "I-uh- I wouldn't mind that." He groaned at how pathetic he was acting. Where the hell was the stern, no-nonsense, and commanding officer that struck fear into all who crossed his path? He tried to force his face into something less embarrassing but alas he could not. He settled for trying to glare at the man before him but again that failed him. His cheeks grew warmer when he heard Feliciano laugh. Oh great, he was being laughed at.

"You are too cute," Feliciano smiled kindly at Ludwig.

"You are something else, Feli."

Pookie growled at him and Feliciano raised an eyebrow, "Giving me a nickname when I don't even know yours? And here I thought we gypsies were supposed to have no manners."

"Sorry, uh- my name is Ludwig. Ludwig Beilschmidt."

Amber eyes widened and narrowed suspiciously, "Beilschmidt? Like Wolfgang Beilschmidt?"

"Yes, he's my grandfather. Please," he took a step forward and held onto Feli's hand, "I'm not like him."

"I know." Ludwig's eyes widened and watched curiously as the other maneuvered his hand so that the palm was face up. He felt a warm finger trace the lines embedded in his palm. "Hm. There's a lot more to you than just a pretty face, huh captain? Tell me if you're such a shy, stern, perfectionist, why are you talking to me so easily?"

Ludwig wanted nothing more than to pull his hand away and sputter something in self-defense but found it extremely difficult to do so. Instead he enclosed his fingers around the gypsy and leaned in, "I don't know." The gypsy prince closed his eyes, feeling his own heart pound ferociously in his chest and leaned in as well.

They pulled away from each other abruptly when they heard the doors to the cathedral open. Wolfgang entered followed by a small entourage of soldiers, "Good work, Captain. Now arrest him."

Feliciano couldn't help the hurt seep into his eyes when he glared at Ludwig. He blinked in confusion when he saw the desperate look in the blue orbs, "Claim sanctuary," he whispered quickly.

"I'm waiting, Captain"

"You tricked me," muttered the prince darkly, loud enough for Wolfgang to hear.

Ludwig's eyes widened in hurt before he caught the wink Feliciano threw at him. He smiled to himself before putting on a stern face and turned to his grandfather, "I'm sorry, sir, but he's claimed sanctuary. There's nothing I can do."

Wolfgang curled his lip, "Then drag him outside and then arrest-"

"Wolfgang, you will not harm him." Everyone turned to face the archdeacon, who stood with an arm protectively secured around his grandson's shoulder. "Don't worry my son; Minister Wolfgang learned long ago to respect the sanctity of the church." He openly glared at everyone before him.

Wolfgang returned the glare and motioned for everyone to leave. Romulus followed behind and ushered Ludwig out as well, chuckling when Pookie climbed up his shoulder and attempted to swipe at the blonde again.

Feli giggled to himself at his cat's antics, and daringly lowered his eyes down Ludwig's armored body, blushing to himself. He didn't notice that Wolfgang hadn't left until the minister grabbed both his wrists in one hand while the other dug into his shoulder.

"You think you've outwitted me don't you, gypsy." The prince scowled and grunted irritably in response which only made the other chuckle darkly. "Well the joke is on you, for you see, I'm a very patient man. I'll get what I want." He moved to pull away but instead looked down at the young man in his grasp, recalling the events of earlier today. Wolfgang pressed his face against Feliciano's head and breathed in his scent.

Feliciano stopped squirming and felt incredibly cold when he felt what the other was doing; his face contorting in anger and disgust when he felt something poke his back. "What are you doing?"

"I was just imagining a rope around that pretty neck of yours." He reached up and traced Feliciano's neck down to his collar bone.

The prince manages to break free from Wolfgang's hold on him and rubbed his wrists. "I know what you were imagining," he with disdain.

Wolfgang regarded the man with cool eyes, "Such a cleaver necromancer, so typical of you kind to twist the truth to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts." He smirked when the young gypsy twisted his face in horror at the implications. "Well no matter, you've chosen a magnificent prison. When you decide to come out I'll be waiting. After all, we both know that gypsies don't do well behind stone walls." With that, he made his leave.

It took a moment for Feliciano to clear his head, and push away the feeling of having that sinister man hold him like that, before realizing what Wolfgang told him. He rushed to the door too look outside and felt his heart drop. With a frustrated groaned he closed the door and slid down to the floor. Pookie crawled into his lap and licked his arm. Feliciano sighed and began to pet her. "Don't worry little one, they can't keep us locked up in here forever. We'll find a way out." He felt a warm hand wipe away at his frustration induced tears.

"My child, you were wonderful today." Romulus sat next to his grandson and pulled him into a hug. "But you should have known better than to cross Wolfgang. He is a very tenacious man and will stop at nothing until he gets his so called 'justice'."

"You're a man of god, grandfather. You can't sit there and tell me that I didn't do the right thing."

Romulus sighed and patted the young man's head. "Right or not, that doesn't change that you're now stuck in here. Not that I mind of course, I love having my adorable little baby grandson with me." He let out a giggle and smothered Feliciano closer.

The prince smiled and accepted the warmth before frowning and pulling away. "How could anyone be so cruel grandfather? That poor boy didn't do anything…you should've seen his face. He was so broken, and the people were so mean."

"People can be mean Feli, but aggression is almost always a sign of fear of the unknown. Sometimes it's easier to act on that aggression than to take the time and get to know something, or someone."

"It's not right."

Romulus nodded, "Most things in this world aren't but as long as nobody does something to change it, things will always remain the same."

"I'll change them."

"I have no doubt that you'll do your best Feli, but one person can't right all the wrongs in the world."

Feliciano snorted, "Yeah well nobody out there is going to help that's for sure." He stood up and helped his grandfather up as well.

"Well, perhaps there might be someone in here who can." The archdeacon patted his shoulder and left to prepare for evening mass, leaving his grandson to maul over his words.

The prince walked around the church, admiring all the stained glass patterns and statues. He stopped before a Madonna and Child and knelt before it, "I don't know if you can hear me, or if you're even there. I don't know if you would listen to a gypsy's prayer. Yes, I know I'm just an outcast; I shouldn't speak to you." He thought back to the albino bell ringer and heaved a dejected sigh, "Still I see your face and wonder... were you once an outcast too?" He moved on and ran his fingers over the columns he passed by, "God help the outcasts, hungry from birth. Show them the mercy they don't find on earth." Feliciano looked at his hands, "God help my people, we look to You still. God help the outcasts or nobody will."

Dämon lifted his tearstained face from his knees when he heard a sweet tenor resonate from the chapel bellow him. Hypnotized by the voice that sounded so familiar to him he climbed down and walked down the stairs. He gasped when he saw Feliciano walking past rows of candles with his cat on his shoulder. The light making him glow angelically. The albino smiled to himself and hugged a pillar out of shyness.

As he kept walking, Feli noticed that people began to enter the church for evening mass. They were the middle and upper middle class. Most were on their knees in prayer, "I ask for wealth. I ask for fame
I ask for glory to shine on my name." Feliciano saw an elder woman dressed in a fine silk dress raise her arms towards the heavens, "I ask for love I can possess. I ask for God and His angels to bless me."

Feliciano shook his head and looked up to the heavens as well, "I ask for nothing. I can get by but I know so many less lucky than I. Please help my people the poor and down trod." He stopped in front of Dämon, his back to him and leaned against the pillar, "I thought we all were the children of God. God help the outcasts: children of God."

Dämon felt his cheeks burn from the gypsy prince's sweet voice. He gathered his courage and walked a little closer, arm stretched out to tap Feli's shoulder.

"Hey you!" Feliciano and Dämon jumped in surprise when a parisher pointed in their direction. "Bell ringer, haven't you caused enough trouble? Leave that man alone."

Feli turned and saw Dämon stumble back upstairs in fright. "Hey," he called out. "Hey wait." Pookie jumped onto her master's head and they both trotted after Dämon. "Please wait, I won't hurt you! Come back!"

The albino reached his dormitory and turned to look behind him, his eyes wide when he saw that Feliciano was just a few feet away. Alfred nudged Arthur, "Hey look he's got a friend with him."

"Isn't that the guy who saved him from those bullies," questioned Arthur.

Francis looked down and his eyes widened and a smile broke onto his face, "That's Feli!"

"Who?"

"My petite Feli, that's my Feli!"

"Looks like he's Dämon's now," said Alfred with a mischievous grin. "Look how he's chasing after him all frantic like. Maybe going down there was good for something after all."

Feli panted ferociously by the time he caught up with Dämon. "Y-you don't h-h-have to run, Angelo. I don't mean any harm. H-honest I-"Amber eyes widened at the sight before him. Perfect replicas of the town square, market, and cathedral sat on the oak table. He came closer and giggled when he saw the figurines. "Everyone's here, oh goodness the baker!" He picked up a chubby wooden figure and giggled with glee. "Oh, you even have my brother here…but he doesn't have a mouth. Why?"

"I-um-I wasn't sure if he smiled or frowned. My friend Antonio told me he's kind of moody but in the mornings I hear him sing to the kids. So I'm not sure what kind of face I should give him."

Feli found a detail brush, "May I?"

"Of course!"

With a dainty hand, Feli painted on a mischievous smirk. "There. Now he looks like he always does."

Dämon stared at Feli through red eyes. "You have a good hand."

"Thank you. You're quite the craftsman yourself. I wish I could carve. I can only paint. As a matter of a fact I painted those." He nodded to the portraits of the three men next to Dämon. Dämon turned to the paintings and saw that there were signed by a 'Veniciano'. Feliciano noticed this and grinned. "That's my artist name or at least it was. People realized I was a gypsy and they stopped buying my things. What I wouldn't give to have my own studio. Maybe then I wouldn't have to dance for a living."

"But you're a wonderful dancer!"

Feli smiled, "Well it certainly keeps food on the table." He moved to stand next to them and ran a finger down Francis's cheek. "He was a good man."

"You know, uh I mean knew him?" Dämon looked over his shoulder and saw the French man stare at Feliciano with a sad smile.

"Yes. We grew up together. He was only a year older than me but we were really close. He was like another brother. Alfred and Arthur were younger than me but they really idolized my brother. They shared a passion for football and adventure. Francis and I loved art and food so we often cooked in my grandfather's kitchen."

"You lived here? Wait who's your grandpa?" Dämon sat on his stool and looked up at Feliciano with eager eyes, making the other chuckle.

"My brother and I would stay here in the cathedral every now and again. My dad died before my brother and I were born. That drove my grandfather to the church. He told us that he wanted to serve god so that he could be closer to grandma and dad. When we were ten our mom got sick and died. Lovi is actually the youngest gypsy king that's ever reigned." Feli leaned against the rail and chuckled to himself. "As a matter of fact, our friend Elizabeta and her husband Roderich had to reassure our people of his capabilities." He trailed off with a warm smile. "My brother truly is an amazing man. There isn't anything he won't do for our people."

"Antonio really likes him," he blurted out making Feli laugh.

"Yeah? My brother really likes him too," he looked around to make sure nobody was listening and motioned the albino closer, "you didn't hear it from me, but my brother is actually going to propose to Antonio."

Dämon looked at him with wide eyes, "But, they're both men…"

"Yes?"

"That's wrong."

"Why?"

The albino squirmed under Feli's amber eyes. "M-my master told me it's a blasphemy for men to love each other. All this time I thought they were just friends…but then again I guess I wouldn't really know about that sort of thing."

"I see." Feli thought back to his encounter with the man and refrained himself from shuddering. He noticed how Dämon's eyes began to water. "What's wrong, Angelo?"

"Are you mad at me?"

Feli kneeled before him and cupped his cheek, "Of course not. Now why don't you show me the bells; I've always been curious about them but I was never allowed up here. Guess now I know why." His mind thought back to that night 20 years ago but he forced his way back to the present.

"Heh, yeah," Dämon rubbed his head sheepishly. "My master doesn't really like it when people see me…as you could see from this afternoon." He looked noticed how close Feli was to him and he felt his face burn in embarrassment.

"I am truly sorry about everything that happened. Had I known who you were, I would have never brought you to the stage."

Feliciano felt the guilt weigh on his chest and Dämon noticed. "Let's go, I'll introduce them to you." He grabbed the prince's hand and pulled him towards the bells, body feeling warm when he felt him squeeze back. "Ok. That's Little Sophia," he climbed onto the beams and swung from one to another naming each one as he moved. "Jeane-Marie, Anne-Marie, Louie-Marie and that big one you're under is Big Marie. All sisters you know." Feli giggled and followed Dämon. "I've saved the best for last though." Dämon climbed onto the rail and sat like a cat. Feli's placed a hand over the strings of his shirt. "Isn't it beautiful?"

Indeed. Feli almost never had the luxury of seeing a sunset and felt truly blessed for getting a chance to witness the sight. "It is." He looked down and frowned when he saw the guards below. "Mierda."

"What's wrong?"

"I was hoping to get back home but there's no way out."

Dämon followed his gaze down. "Well, they can't get you here. You have sanctuary."

Feli smiled grimly. "I can't stay, Angelo. Gypsies don't do well behind stone walls. Even when I was younger and stayed here sometimes, I was allowed out."

"But you're not like the other gypsies, they're…evil."

The prince's eyes widened in horror, "Who told you that?" Though he already knew the answer, he asked anyway.

"My master, Wolfgang." Dämon sat on top of a dome and looked up at the sky. Feli stayed quiet in thought. Dämon came up with a sudden reason as to why Feli wouldn't want to stay in Notre Dame with him. "Are you sure it's not 'cause I scare you," mumbled Dämon looking down, fiddling with the edge of his shirt.

This broke the pensive prince from his thoughts. "Why would I be scared of you?"

"Because I'm a monster…a demon."

"Did Wolfgang tell you that too?" Dämon became startled when Feliciano was suddenly before his feet, his hands grasping onto the others. His large pale hands starkly contrasting in Feli's dainty tanned ones. Feli could see Dämon's walls come back up so he decided to try something. He took his hand and ran a finger over the lines embedded on the palm, his eyes widening for a second.

"Hm, that's funny."

"What?"

"Hmm. Hmm. Hmm," Feli brought a hand to his chin and stared hard at his hand. "Well, this line here says that you're shy. This one says that you're loyal and that one says that you're kind. But I don't see any."

"Any what?" Dämon became alarmed and looked at his hand.

"Monster lines. Not a single one. Now, Angelo look at me, do you think I'm evil?"

"No!" Red eyes widened in alarm and Dämon tightened his hold on the gypsy's hand. "You're brave a-and kind and good!"

"And a gypsy who happens to like men. And maybe Wolfgang is wrong about the both of us." Pookie, who had stayed silent this long, meowed, demanding to be pet. Feli patted her head and looked up to the stars.

Meanwhile, the three ghosts craned their necks in attempt to hear what the two where talking above them.

"Did you catch that Francis," asked Alfred.

"I think so. Feli said that Wolfgang's nose is long and he wears a truss." Francis held his hand to his ear in hopes to amplify the voices.

Alfred grinned and smacked Arthur in the chest, "I knew it! Pay up Artie."

Arthur rolled his eyes and gave him a candy.

Dämon looked over at Feli who wore a sad frown on his face. He got up and looked as some of the guards were changing shifts. He grinned. "Hey Feli, you helped me this afternoon and now I can help you."

Feli met his eyes, his own filling with hope. "How?"

"The guards are changing shifts. If we move now, we can climb down."

"Climb?"

"Yeah, you hold on to your kitty and climb on my back and I'll climb down the church." The albino removed put on his gloves and hoped onto the rail. Feli scooped up Pookie and swaddled her in his sash before wrapping it around his back like a satchel. "Are you ready, Feli?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." He took a firm grip on the albino's shoulders and wrapped his legs around his waist. "Is this ok?"

"Mhmm. Here we go. Try not to look down ok?" Dämon jumped onto the neighboring rail and locked his ankles around the bars before moving to a gargoyle like aqueduct.

Feli felt his heart jump try to jump out of his chest when he accidently looked down. Pookie clawed at the sash and dug her nails into his back. "Have you done this before?"

"No." Dämon jumped to another aqueduct before finally landing on some of the spikes protruding from the side walls. He hopped on them, gradually gaining speed before pushing of the last one in takeoff. He winced slightly when he grasped on the neighboring towers aqueduct. Feliciano groaned in fright and tightened his grasp on the albino while they scurried down the tower. "Hold on, real quick."

"Why?" Dämon didn't answer and instead jumped on to the roof beneath him, landing with a soft thump. "You're quite the acrobat."

"Thanks," he replied with a smile, chest puffed out in pride. The smile quickly vanished when he felt the shingle give way to their weight, making them slide down the roof at an alarming rate. Pookie's claws embedded themselves deeper into her master's flesh, making Feliciano wince in pain. He buried his face in between Dämon's shoulder blades as the shingle sent them onto an aqueduct that descended in a deep incline. Dämon's arms reached out for the head of a gargoyle and managed to get them securely down to the ground as the shingle flew away, crashing into another building. The two men hid behind a statue while the soldiers hurried away to find the source of the sound.

"I hope I didn't scare you too much," whispered Dämon, grinning sheepishly.

Feli massaged his shoulder and shook his head, giving his friend a smile, "Not for an instant."

"I'll never forget you Feliciano nor will I forget your kindness."

"Call me Feli, all my friends do." Feli pulled his cat out of his satchel and thought for a second before his face lit up. "Come with me!"

"What?"

"You can come to the Court of Miracles. No one will harm you there."

"No I can't. This is where I belong."

Feli's face fell before lighting up again, "Alright then I'll come visit you. Nonno would actually be very happy if I do that."

"Oh but I have chores to do, bells to ring, pews to clean. Not to mention Wolf-", Dämon's ramble drifted when he felt Feli kiss both of his cheeks. "Whatever works for you."

"Well if you ever need sanctuary my friend just remember," Feli pulled off his necklace and handed it to Dämon, "when you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand." They heard the guards walking back and Feli quickly scurried into an alley making a dash for home. Dämon watched his new friend leave with a fond smile, before climbing back to his tower.

Ludwig wiped a bead of sweat from his brow when he reached the very top of the tower. He had looked everywhere for Feli, in hopes to help him escape but couldn't find him. Eventually the archdeacon told him that he last seen his grandson chase Dämon up here. Ludwig looked around the room and saw the little city and paintings. "That little bell ringer is such a surprising person," he said with a smile while running a leather bound finger across the stain glassed windows of the miniature cathedral. He heard a grunt outside and went to go see what it was.

Dämon reached to pull himself over the rail when he finally reached the top but was met by gloved hand pulling him safely over. "Hi there, my name is Ludwig and I'm looking for the gypsy prince, Feliciano. I don't suppose you know where he is."

The albino gave him an incredulous look before narrowing his red eyes in anger. "No soldiers!" He moved threateningly towards the taller man, grabbing a torch and swinging it towards him.

"Whoa! Easy, I don't mean any harm."

"Yeah right, get out of here! He has sanctuary," he grabbed Ludwig by the collar of his shirt and pulled him closer to look him in the eye.

"But all I want is to help!"

This caught the albino's attention, "Why?"

"I care about him," answered Ludwig with a blush. "Um, could you uh, put me down? Please." Dämon saw that Ludwig wasn't lying and lowered him back down on to the stairs.

Ludwig straightened out his clothes and looked down at the bell ringer with a grin. "Feli's a lucky guy."

Dämon glared at him suspiciously, "Why?"

"To have a friend like you." Ludwig pushed past him and walked back up the stairs to the tower.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"Father Romulus said I could stay in the room next to yours. I haven't been in town in years so I don't have a place to stay. Plus he said that he has a feeling this guy named Antonio will be back later than usual and that I could help him get to bed so you don't have to."

"I see." Dämon kept his glare on the blond man and followed him up the stairs to his own room for the night.

Hello, Thank you again to those who reviewed my last chapter. It makes me happy and now I know why so many authors out there crave them. This chapter was a little difficult to write but I hope it came out ok.
I'm already writing the next chapter and hopefully it will get posted sometime tomorrow