I'm not sure what Germany's Dalmatian is called so I've named him Pongo. Also, some of the Nordics get to make an appearance =3

Human Names:

Mathias- Denmark- 25
Vash- Switzerland-14
Lilly-Liechtenstein-11
Lukas- Norway-17
Emil-Iceland-15

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

Feliciano hissed in pain while Elizabeta cleaned away at the claw marks on his skin. He had only step foot in his tent within the Court of Miracles when both she and his brother ambushed him with a hug. Now he sat on one of his many colorful pillows with his brother, Antonio, Elizabeta and Rodrich discussing the events that transpired that afternoon.

"I'm telling you, Lovi, Ludwig isn't the reason I was trapped in there," he argued in the blonde's defense.

"And I'm telling you that he is!" Lovino had become livid when his brother told him what Ludwig had done. "No one with good intent would have done that."

"Now see here," Rodrich who had busied himself trying to console Lilly turned to face his red faced king. Lilly looked up from her perch on Rodrich's lap with tear stained cheeks. "The way I see it, had it not been for that rufia-er- I mean soldier," he quickly amended when he caught Feli's disapproving scowl, "Feli would have been arrested and forced to do god knows what with Wolfgang. Consider it as a blessing that being stuck in a cathedral with your grandfather for a few hours was all that happened."

Lovino grumbled in annoyance but accepted the logic. "I still don't appreciate what that old bastard did to you, fratello."

Feliciano cast him a dry glance, "And you think I did?"

"I didn't mean it like that, brother. I just wish that he'd leave us alone."

"I know but he's the least of my worries. Dämon is all alone in there."

"Well…" Everyone turned to look at Antonio. Honestly they'd forgotten he was there he was so uncharacteristically quiet. He felt their eyes on him and grinned. "I live in the room next to him and we hang out sometimes whenever I get the chance to. Though, I'll admit that it's not often because once I'm down stairs I try to make my trips up as infrequent as possible." He took in their silence before adding quickly, "Not that I mind spending time with him. It's just cumbersome going up and down in-in my state."

Elizabeta nodded in understanding before remembering that he couldn't see her and instead voiced her thoughts. "It's ok dear, we understand. I do feel bad for the poor angel…being alone for so long. I just wish that there was something we could do."

"I did offer to bring him hear but he refused. I guess this afternoon traumatized him; not to mention all the horrible things Wolfgang's told him," Feli absentmindedly ran his fingers through Pookie's brown fur, making the little cat purr.

"I never should have left him alone," muttered Lovi into the hand that wasn't holding Antonio's.

"Please don't start that again, we can't change the past no matter how bad we want to."

"I guess you're right."

Elizabeta sensed the tense atmosphere. She grinned mischievously and nudged Feli, "So, tell us more about this Ludwig." Her grin got bigger when she saw her prince blush deeply.

"Ok," Lovino stood up abruptly, forcing Antonio up with him. "I'm out of here. I need to walk this idiot home. I'll be back late so don't bother waiting up for me." He ignored his brother's knowing gaze and shoved his hand in his pocket, grasping the little pouch that sat safely inside.

"Have a good and safe night, my king, "murmured Lilly sleepily.

Lovi smiled kindly and ruffled her hair, "you too little one, dream of sweet things. I promise that I'll figure a way to get your brother out."

"Thank you, sir." Rodrich and Elizabeta smiled at each other as they watched Lovi leave with Antonio.

"I'm waiting," said Elizabeta casting her smile to Feli.

"Well what do you want to know? I only met him today and yet…I feel-he's just-he's just so attractive. And not just his body, though that is a plus." Elizabeta squealed in delight only to be reprimanded gently by her husband.

"Honestly dear, I think I should be leaving too. Lilly needs her sleep, not to mention her brother will kill me if he finds out that I allowed her to hear such things." Rodrich reached over to give Elizabeta a chaste kiss before gathering Lilly into his arms and making his way to his own tent.

Feli chuckled and leaned back onto his pillow, "He makes a good father."

Elizabeta smiled fondly at his retreating figure and nodded. "It's such a shame that we haven't been blessed with a child. Though, perhaps, if Vash is willing, they could be ours. We certainly treat them as such."

Feli nodded, "We'll get him out of the stock."

"I know. Hey!" Elizabeta turned back to glare at Feli. "Keep talking, I want to hear more about Ludwig."

"Well, based of today he's a very charming, sweet and kind and I've never felt this way about a man before."

Elizabeta gave him a cheeky grin and rolled on her tummy, placing her head delicately on her fists and gazed adoringly at her prince. "Mhmm, go on." Feli sighed but grinned back; this was going to be a long night.

Dämon pulled on his night robe and climbed on to his bed. Today had been both the best and worst in his life. Casting away the terrible memories from earlier he settled instead on thoughts concerning his amber eyed savior. He smiled broadly.

"Thinking about Feli are you," Francis hovered over his bed on his belly looking down at the albino. He smirked at the younger's blush. "It's ok, I sometimes think about him too. He's grown to be a handsome man hasn't he?"

"Well, he is handsome," Dämon blushed when he remembered that he had been so close to him when he accidently fell into his tent while he was changing. Oh goodness he was shirtless wasn't he?! Francis noticed his friend's face flush deeper but before he could ask why Alfred jumped on the bed and floated back up to sit crossed legged next to the older ghost.

"Boy, you really showed Blondie, huh? Snooping around here trying to steal your man," he said with excitement.

"M-my man?" Poor Dämon felt the heat on his cheeks evaporate the perspiration on his skin. Did he feel attracted to Feli? Yes. Was that normal? He wasn't sure. Was it right? According to Wolfgang no and yet, his heart felt warm when he thought about his time with the auburn haired gypsy. He smiled when he recalled all those kind things he told him but quickly shook his head to rid himself of such thoughts.

"Thank you guys, but I don't think I'm his type."

"Why?"

Dämon raised a white eyebrow and pointed to himself, "Scariest face of all Paris remember? He can do so much better." He got out of his bed and walked bare foot outside. He loved going outside at night where he didn't need to worry about his skin being burned by the sun. He saw a familiar duo making their way slowly back to the cathedral and smiled. "So many times out there, I've watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night. They had a kind of glow around them. It almost looks like heaven's light." He grinned when he saw Lovino pull out something of his pocket and kneel down before Antonio, his hand putting the ring near the blind man's fingers so he could feel what it was.

The albino smiled with glee when he saw that his friend nodded franticly and launched himself towards his lover. How could something so beautiful be so wrong? He nodded to himself and decided that Wolfgang was wrong about love between men. He retreated back to his room to give the two lovers privacy and moved to his work bench. "I knew I'd never know that warm and loving glow, though I might wish with all my might." Dämon brought together the two figurines of Lovino and Antonio together. "No face as hideous as my face was ever met for heaven's light." Francis noticed the solemn look on his friend's face and handed him a block of wood. Dämon looked at him quizzically but then realized what it was for. Someone was missing in his miniature city and he began to work on him. "But suddenly an angel has smiled upon me and kissed my cheeks without a trace of fright." Alfred and Arthur smiled at this and watched their friend work. "I dare to dream that he might even care for me and, as I ring these bells tonight," he placed Mini-Feli next to him under the cathedral to dry, "my cold dark tower seems so bright. I swear it must be heaven's light."

Ludwig heard the soft chimes of bells from the tower next to his and closed his eyes in thought. Three of his dogs lounged on the spare bed in the room while he leaned against Aster, who was curled around him on the floor. His dire wolf had been difficult to get through the narrow passage way but he was happy to have him there. When he opened them again he looked down to his sketch of the auburn haired gypsy and traced his cheek with a finger. He smiled warmly and wished that he could do it to him in real life. In truth he wasn't sure what possessed him to feel so strongly about a man he barely knew nor was he sure why he felt that he could lower his guard and feel so relaxed around him.

"Is this what it's like to be in love?"

"Uh, well that would depend I guess," Ludwig looked up to see, who he guessed was Antonio, stand awkwardly in the doorway. "Who are you?"

"I'm sorry," Ludwig struggled to get up. When he managed to do that he gently took Antonio's arm and led him inside to his bed, careful to avoid his large dog on the floor. "Father Romulus said I could share the room with you. I hope that's ok."

"Um, sure I guess, but I still don't know who you are, though your voice does sound familiar."

"I'm Ludwig, Captain Ludwig at your service." He moved to bow but decided it would be wasted on the man before him.

"Thank you for helping Feli today," he said with grin. "Lovi is too proud to give his gratitude but he feels the same way."

"You know Feliciano?"

"Mhmm. We're going to be-" Antonio's smile diminished while he contemplated weather or not to tell the captain that he was going to marry Feli's brother. He was a stranger but found that Feli had been right; this man was very easy to talk to. "I'm going to marry his brother so we're going to be brothers too."

Ludwig raised his eyebrows at this. Marry the gypsy king? "You must be a very patient man to begin a union with him."

"He's not that bad. Lovi is just…weary of soldiers and with good reason too. They've been really mean to his people and his brother."

Ludwig felt himself grow angry at that. Who would dare be so mean to his Feliciano? Oh, right. His grandfather and his minions would. Feli, thinking about the young gypsy made his heart warm and cheeks flush. "What's he like?"

"Lovi? He's a wonderful ma-"

"No, I mean his brother, Feli."

Antonio removed his boots and took off his clothes to put on his night shirt before flopping onto his bed with a knowing smile. "What do you want to know?"

"Everything."

Ludwig settled himself against his other dogs on the bed and reached out to blow out the candle. As he listened to Antonio describe the young gypsy prince he smiled contently before realizing that he would probably have to get past his grandfather if he even wanted a chance to be with him. Why on earth does Wolfgang want Feliciano so badly? He recalled how his grandfather was eyeing Feli like a piece of meat after the man had given him an innocent kiss on the nose. He felt a furry like no other at the thought that the old man wanted his Feli for lecherous things.

"Do you like him, Ludwig?"

"Hmm?" Ludwig felt himself redden.

"Feli. Do you like him?"

"I…do."

"You better treat him right. I may be blind but trust me if I ever get my hands on you I'll sit on you a-and pound you senseless if you dare hurt him."

Ludwig chuckled, "I wouldn't even dream of hurting him." Grandfather however was a different story, thought Ludwig wearily to himself

Antonio nodded in approval, "Buenas noches, Ludwig."

"Gute nacht, Antonio." He turned in the bed and hugged his smallest dog towards him. He'd do everything in his power to keep Feli safe.

Meanwhile across the city Wolfgang stood by his window watching Notre Dame with great interest as his soldiers' patrolled the streets. He could hear the monastic choir's voices from here and found them…soothing to say the least. Wolfgang pulled out the red sash that Feliciano had left behind and brought it to his nose to inhale the scent. His eyes furrowed in disgust with himself and he tried to rip the retched material but found that he couldn't.

Angered, he left the window and moved to a box above his roaring fireplace. He opened it and pulled out a cilice. Wolfgang looked at the item next to it with sorrow before pulling it out as well. He ran cold fingers across the silver and black iron cross remembering who he found it on.

"What are you wearing?" Wolfgang stared at the cross around his albino charge's neck. "Where did you get it?" He felt anger towards the five year old who had cowered behind a wooden pillar. "Well answer me you little demon!"

"I-um-that is to say, Father Romulus gave it to me sir. He said that my mother left it for me." The child blinked rapidly in attempt to keep back his tears but found that he couldn't and they fell rapidly.

Wolfgang glared at the boy with distaste and ripped the necklace from his neck. "Your mother was a gypsy witch who left you to die. The only reason she would leave something like this to you is to mock god. Do you enjoy mocking God, Dämon?" The child franticly shook his head no. "Then never wear this again. As a matter of a fact I'm taking it with me to make sure you don't." He tucked into his pocket and pulled out a whip making the boy's red eyes widen in fear. "Ten lashings should do the trick. Atonement for mocking our lord by wearing his symbol."

"Yes sir," Dämon removed his shirt to reveal his back. Angry red lines still fresh from his last whipping. He bit his lip to keep from crying out in pain but tears rolled down his cheeks tenfold.

"Now then what have we learned?"

"I shouldn't mock god by wearing a symbol of his faith."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a demon."

"Good lad. Be sure to take care of this mess." Wolfgang turned to leave when he heard his charge whisper 'yes master.'

Romulus was speaking to Francis when Wolfgang found him. "My son, go to the market with Feli and be sure to bring back the ingredients for tonight's feast. It's not every day my little grandchildren turn 11." Francis grinned and nodded before dashing to retrieve his friend. Wolfgang watched him leave with a curled lip. "What do you want minister? I have a busy day today so if you would kindly leave."

"Where did you get this?" Wolfgang pulled out the iron cross and dangled it in front of the priest.

"It was entwined the blanket little Dämon was wrapped in. I'm surprised you didn't see it. Does Gilbert know?"

"Know what?"

"That he has another son apart from Ludwig?" Wolfgang could feel the bile come up his throat and said nothing. Instead he left the cathedral but not before hearing Romulus speak again. "If you ever hurt Dämon again, Wolfgang, I will forget that I am a man of god."

The blond ignored his threat and continued to the Palace of Justice. He waited impatiently in his office for a few hours when his door burst open. Two guards held his son in place. "Father, what is the meaning of this?"

Wolfgang motioned for the guards to leave them in privacy before moving to stand before his son. He slapped him hard before shoving the cross in his face. "You tell me, boy. Why was this around the neck of a gypsy boy? Why was it in the position of a gypsy witch?!"

Gilbert stood still, his blue eyes wide in surprise. "Father I can explain."

"Do not call me father."

"Minister Wolfgang, I haven't seen her in 5 years. I don't know how you came by that."

"So you do know her?"

"Is she here? May I please speak to her?" Wolfgang slapped his son again when he the desperation in his eyes.

"What will you wife think when she finds out-"

"You know the reason why we were married! We have an open relationship."

Wolfgang ignored his son's interruption and continued, "-that her lecherous husband had bedded another woman? Gypsy filth to top it off, and your son. How will my grandson handle the news that he is now the older brother of a bastard?"

Gilbert froze, a smile gracing a face. "Older brother? I have another son?"

"No, I made sure that was taken care of 5 years ago along with that snake of a gypsy." He watched as his son fell to his knees in shock, tears surfacing to his blue eyes. "They're dead, Gilbert."

"I-no. T-they can't be."

"They are." He opened the door and motioned the guards to take away the man he once called son. "And you will soon be joining them."

Wolfgang clutched the cross before tossing it into his pocket. He had ordered the death of his own son because he had fallen in love with a gypsy. He had imprisoned so many others for being homosexuals and here he was lusting after a combination of the two. He felt his stomach give a violent twitch. "Beata Maria, you know I am a righteous man, of my virtue I am justly proud. Beata Maria, you know I'm so purer than the common vulgar weak licentious crowd." He pulled on the cilice around his thigh and tightened it as much as he could handle. He could handle the pain. This was his punishment. He growled in frustration and pulled at his blond hair. The pain wasn't enough. He brought out the red sash, the transparent material and glittering stars sewn delicately into the fabric taunting him with the scent of the gypsy prince. "Then tell me Maria, why I see him standing there, why his smoldering eyes still scorch my soul?" He looked into the fireplace and felt his nether regions tighten as he saw the fire dance with seduction, much like Feliciano had in the festival that afternoon. The warmth of the flame making Wolfgang sweat as he imagined that warmth being Feliciano himself wrapped around his body. "I feel him. I see him. The sun caught in his auburn hair is blazing in me out of all control." He could see his bare chest and flat stomach, shiny from perspiration, in the flame dancing just for him. The prince's face smiling seductively, hands running down his body while his hips shook, still dancing just for him. Wolfgang swallowed as he watched with wide eyes the flame, "Like fire, Hell fire, this fire in my skin. This burning desire is turning me to sin." He wrapped his fist around the sash and took a step back making him cry out in pain from the cilice still tightly bound to his thigh. The pain and the weight from the necklace in his pocket brought him back from his unholy thoughts. He could feel his dread and lust manifest themselves around him.

Hooded figures stood around him with judging eyes. Wolfgang felt their eyes on him and he stumbled onto his back, "It's not my fault. I'm not to blame," he furrowed his eyes at the them. "It's the gypsy boy, the necromancer who set this flame." He got back up to his feet and glared at all his manifestations with fear. "It's not my fault if in god's plan he made the devil so much stronger than a man." Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought it was ridiculous to defend himself to these creatures that were clearly fragments of his imagination. Yet with the weight in his pocket and the pain in his thigh, he felt the need to justify his actions. His thoughts. His lust. It wasn't his fault. No. It was all Feliciano's fault. He had picked Wolfgang to be his prey. Wolfgang was innocent. "Protect me Maria. Don't let this siren cast his spell. Don't let his fire sear my flesh and bone." He watched as the hooded figures were sucked into the fireplace, as Feliciano screamed in pain within the fire. Wolfgang glared at the figure being engulfed by fire. "Destroy Feliciano and let him taste the fires of hell or else let him be mine and mine alone." He reached out for what he could see was a full bodied figure of the gypsy prince when the door opened. Wolfgang breathed through his nose as he waited for the soldier to speak.

"Minister Wolfgang, the gypsy has escaped," Raul spoke gravely in fear to be reprimanded.

"What," Wolfgang opened his eyes but didn't turn to face him yet.

"He's nowhere in the cathedral, sir. He's gone."

This time Wolfgang did turn around. "But how and- Never mind. Get out you idiot. I'll find him. I'll find him even if I have to burn down all of Paris." He waited for the solider to leave before turning back to the fireplace with renewed determination, to hell with protocol. Feliciano ensnared him and teased him, now he must face the consequences for it. "Hell fire, dark fire. Now gypsy it's your turn. Choose me or your pyre. Be mine or you will burn!" He tossed the sash into the fire and watched as the flames ate the fabric. He looked at his hands, feeling something unknown to him prick his eyes. "God have mercy one him." He felt moisture on run down his cheeks. "God have mercy on me." He furiously wiped away at his face and his eyes hardened. "But he will be mine or He. Will. BURN!"

Ludwig woke up early to find basket of tomatoes and other fruits next to a plate with a loaf of bread on the desk next to his bed. He looked over to see that Antonio was still fast asleep and assumed that the archdeacon had come up to leave them some breakfast. His dogs snored softly around him and he sighed weary of what Wolfgang had in store for him today. He pulled on his uniform and took an apple for breakfast. Aster followed his master out the door followed by Blackie, Berlitz and Pongo.

It was well past eight in the morning, the sun had already risen and the bell chiming told him that Dämon must have woken up already. Ludwig stood outside the cathedral with his men, rigidly waiting for his grandfather to arrive for orders. His dogs were getting restless as were his men. His stomach was hurting and he was grateful that he'd only eaten an apple. Despite the sunlight, Ludwig could see that there were rain clouds forming overhead. "A bad omen if I ever saw one," he muttered to himself.

"Sorry, sir?" A tall blond soldier with a scar over his eye brow questioned his captain.

"Nothing. Attention!" All the soldiers stood straighter when he called out the order. They saw a black carriage arrive and stop before them. Ludwig moved to open the door for his grandfather. "Are you ok, sir?"

Wolfgang looked worse for wear. Dark circles stained his under eyes and his skin looked a sickly white. "I'm fine…I just had some trouble with my fire place." Right. Ludwig raised and eye brow but said nothing. Instead he inquired for orders. This brought life back into the older man who looked at him with obsessive eyes, "Find the gypsy boy."

Vash sighed in annoyance. His back was killing him and he was sure he was getting sick from the rain last night. The young blond felt a warm blanket around his shoulders and tried to crane his neck to see who it was. His sister was hugging him. "You shouldn't be out here Lilly. Where's mom and- I mean Elizabeta and Rodrich?"

"They went out to get some food. I told them that I just wanted to see you," Lilly murmured into his back.

Her brother softened his gaze, "it's not safe 'lil. Wolfgang's gone mad. I heard he wants to find Prince Feli. You need to warn him."

"I will brother." She moved in front of him and held out a mug of warm soup which he happily drank.

"Thanks 'lil but please promise me you won't come see me anymore. Stay safe."

Lilly nodded sadly before taking off to find their surrogate parents. Vash sighed and watched her disappear. Just in time too, he saw a small group of soldiers run to the bakery and smash open the door. He could hear yelling and things breaking inside before feeling his blood run cold when the men came out, dragging six gypsies from the establishment. Wolfgang and a younger version of him rode up to them.

Wolfgang looked down at the handcuffed prisoners and offered out his hand with silver coins. "Ten pieces of silver for the gypsy Feliciano." The gypsies looked down at their feet and refused to speak. Angered, Wolfgang fisted his hand, "Lock them up!"

Just outside the city Ludwig sat on Aster, next to his grandfather, while soldiers pulled over a carriage and broke into the vehicle. Ludwig narrowed his eyes when Wolfgang ordered the carriage to be submerged in the river when the gypsies refused to come out. As predicted they popped out of the water gasping for breath and one by one they were plucked and handcuffed by waiting soldiers. Again Wolfgang offered the gypsies money in exchange for Feliciano. Again the gypsies refused. Again orders were shouted for their lockup. As the week progressed, Ludwig could real the resentment and anger towards his grandfather increase with every bust they made. This wasn't right. These people didn't do anything aside from refusing to hand over their prince. This was wrong. However, Ludwig felt relief when each time they found a new batch of gypsies, his Feli wasn't amongst them.

It was Friday afternoon, when Wolfgang ordered Ludwig to gather five of his best men to assist him in pursuing a lead. Ludwig despairingly accompanied the party, his gut heavy with dread knowing that something bad was going to happen. He had left his dogs in Antonio's care aside from Aster should something go wrong they'd at least be safe.

When they arrived at an old farm house, Wolfgang had stepped off his stead and pounded at the door. Neighbors had come out to see what was going on and murmured amongst themselves.

"Poor Mr. Williams. That poor boy hasn't harmed anyone," said a woman.

"Wolfgang's gone mad," said a man. Four figures hunched over in cloaks looked on in curiosity. Feliciano and three of his friends visiting from the Nordic region had come to the outskirts of Paris to retrieve gypsy refugees.

"My prince, what do we do?" The taller of them asked.

Feli looked at Mathias the mischievous aurora around him was nowhere to be found and he gave him a pained smile before turning back to the scene unfolding before him. "We wait."

A solider broke down the door and the two blondes entered, the elder glared at the violet eyed young man who clutched a white cub in his arms. Wolfgang looked around the humble home that clearly only housed this one man and his pet with distaste. "We found this gypsy talisman on your property, have you been harboring gypsies?"

"P-please sir," whimpered the young man. "My home is always open to the weary traveler. After my brother died all I have are the visitors that come in need of rest." He dropped to his knees and looked up at Wolfgang with teary eyes. "Please! Have mercy my lord."

"Yes, well I am going to place you and your…pet under house arrest until I get to the bottom of this. If what you say is true and you are innocent then you have nothing to worry about." He shook the terrified boy off his leg and turned to leave, followed closely by his grandson. Ludwig felt terrible. Clearly this boy, who was no older than twenty, was not a threat to society; what was his grandfather thinking?

Ludwig moved to his dog when Wolfgang called him back. "Yes, sir?" He watched Wolfgang climb on to his horse and a solider placed his spear on the door to keep it locked in place. Another soldier handed him a torch. "Sir?"

"Burn it. This man must be made an example of. If others see how serious I am, perhaps they will be more inclined to speak up."

Ludwig narrowed his eyes. "I refuse. I wasn't trained to murder the innocent."

Wolfgang too narrowed his eyes at his grandson, "Perhaps not but you were trained to follow orders. Now, burn it!" The captain took a step back and dipped the torch into a barrel of water; looking back at the man he once called grandfather with defiance. Wolfgang sneered at him and took another torch, lighting the house on fire. Feli and the others stood up at their full height when they saw Ludwig jump through the window to pull out the young man inside and his bear cub. The man clung to him before being extracted by nervous bystanders and led away. Two soldiers grabbed Ludwig and forced him to his knees removing his cloak to expose his neck while another held onto Aster. Wolfgang looked down on him with disgust. "You insolent coward. You're just like your traitor father."

"Leave my father out of this. He died a hero."

"No he died much like how you are going to."

Raul and Malechai exchanged glances and looked over to their superior, "Sir, he's your grandson. Are you sure you wish for us to proceed?"

"If I didn't show my own son mercy-"

Ludwig's eyes widened in realization, "You killed my father?"

"He was a worthless man and an even more worthless son. Gypsy loving scum who bared me a faggot and a demonic albino for grandchildren. Don't think I didn't notice you looking at that gypsy prince scum with adoration."

Ludwig had never felt such hate course through his veins. "Are you sure that's why you're going to murder me? Is it not perhaps because you want Feli all to yourself?" Wolfgang jumped from his horse and kicked Ludwig in the stomach.

Feliciano picked up a rock when he saw Wolfgang unsheathe his sword and hit the man holding on to Aster while Mathias threw a dagger at Raul. Taking advantage of the distraction Ludwig elbowed Malechai and pushed back Wolfgang. Aster ran to his master and he jumped on, hands grasping at his fur while the massive dog ran to safety. Arrows flew past them and Aster moved agilely to avoid being hit. Unfortunately one hit his leg making the beast slow down. Another arrow pierced by and hit Ludwig in the shoulder.

"Come on, boy," urged the blond, holding on to his shoulder in pain. Aster looked behind and saw the soldiers advancing quickly so he did what he thought best and jumped over the bridge and into the river. Feli motioned for the Nordics to go up stream in search for Aster while he stayed hidden under the bridge.

"Save your arrow," growled Wolfgang. "Let that traitor rot in his watery grave. Look for the gypsy he must be close. If you have to burn the city to the ground then so be it." The soldiers saluted and hurried back to search for the prince. Wolfgang pulled out the iron cross and tossed it into the water. Feli removed his bag and jumped into the river to find Ludwig. Moments later he gasped for breath and dragged the unconscious blond to shore. He had to remove his armor but he was sure that Ludwig wouldn't mind. In the blonde's fist he saw the cross that Wolfgang had tossed and momentarily marveled at the similarity between that one and the one around Ludwig's neck. He would need help to carry Ludwig and so he sent Pookie to retrieve Mathias back from his search for Aster. "Please hold on, my love." Feli held him close and waited for the tall Dane to arrive.

I really enjoyed writing the Hell Fire scene, its actually one of my favorite scenes in the movie. I hope that I was able to convey Wolfgang's inner turmoil.

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Also I've made a list of the character's ages in case you were curious:

Prussia- 20 years old

England- Died at 16

America- Died at 15

France- Died at 17 two years before England and America

Italy and Romano- 26 years old

Spain-24 years old

Germany-28 years old

I'll include other character ages in the next chapter. Until then.