Some more Countries and their human names/ages.

Lars- Netherlands-27

Emma-Belgium-24

Berwald- Sweden- 30

Tino- Finland-29

Ivan-Russia-28

Natalia-Belarus-24

Toris-Lithuania- 25

Feliks- Poland-24

Peter- Sealand-10

Raivis-Latvia- 12

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

Jaw clenched and blue eyes narrowed, "What do you mean 'no'?" Ludwig shoved the other necklace into his pocket and eyed the albino before him.

Dämon took a step back but kept his gaze on the angry man before him, "I can't leave."

"He saved you and you're not even going to try and return the favor? I thought you two were friends!"

"Yes, well, Wolfgang's my master. I can't disobey him again." Dämon moved to pick up the mess left behind.

Ludwig huffed in annoyance and looked at Dämon up and down. "After all that he's been put through? He stood up for you; you have a funny way of showing your gratitude."

Dämon felt his own annoyance grow. "Yeah? Well I'm putting up with you aren't I? I kept you safe from Wolfgang didn't I? I did it for him 'cause he asked it of me."

The older man soften his gaze, this is my little brother. "So, had I been just a man on the street you wouldn't have helped me?"

The albino sighed. "Of course I would have. If I so happened to be there or if it was in my capabilities to do so." He frowned, "But like I said. I am not going to risk Wolfgang hurting anyone again because I disobeyed him. You can find Feli on your own."

"Whatever," grunted Ludwig in disappointment. "I'm not going to sit by and watch that psychopath murder the innocent. You do what you think is right, though, I could have used your help. Two sets of eyes are better than one." He turned to descend down the stairs.

Dämon heard the Ludwig's heavy footsteps descend and he released a sigh which, in turn, came out in a puff of white. He looked over to the remains of the burned figurine only to find it cool to the touch. And wasn't it humidly warm this afternoon? Now it felt like it was the dead of winter. Dämon shivered, and looked to his side to find a furious Francis glaring at him. His red eyes widened. Never in his ten years of knowing the ghost had he ever seen him angry let alone furious enough to make the environment around him freezing cold. Alfred and Arthur hovered next to each other in fear.

"Just what the hell is your problem, Mon Ami," the Frenchman hissed.

"What do you want me to do, Francis? Huh? Want me to go out there and rescue the prince from the clutches of death and then come back to a welcome hero party? He already has a knight in shiny armor and it's not me!"

"He helped you! The very reason he's in this position is because he saw something in you that we've all been trying to make you see for yourself." Francis took a deep breath and tried to calm down, "Wolfgang is an asshole and he doesn't deserve your loyalty. Feli needs you, my friend. Please."

Dämon sighed and pulled out the necklace Feliciano gave him. They're right. I'm being stupid and selfish. He thought back to how much adoration, though friendly, the gypsy prince had looked at him with honeyed eyes. He remembered the friendly kisses and hugs he received from him were more he's ever gotten in a lifetime. He remembered how the prince trusted him with his life despite that everyone else thought he was a monster from hell. As a matter of a fact Feli never even called him by his name which meant demon in German. He called him something else entirely and Dämon made a mental note to ask him exactly what 'angelo' meant. Dämon looked at his palm and could feel the man's warm finger tracing the lines embedded within the snowy flesh. "Feli is my friend and he needs me."

A cold hand touched his shoulder and he turned to see Francis smiling at him. Shy fingers poked at his side and he looked to his right to see Alfred offering him his cloak while Arthur handed him his pair of gloves. "Ok. I'll go help find him." He pulled on his cloak and took the gloves into his mouth before jumping over the rail to climb down the cathedral.

The three ghosts watched him leave. "After all this time," started Arthur, "You still love the gypsy boy don't you?" Francis stayed silent; he simply placed his hand over his dead heart and prayed that he'd find Feli and the others in time.

Ludwig grimaced in pain when he finally made it out the cathedral, "Where am I going to start looking?"

"Maybe this can help us." Ludwig let out a startled yelp when Dämon landed inches in front of him.

The older man looked at the albino with wide eyes and then moved to look above him, "Did you just?"

"Climb down from my tower? Yes I did."

"That's awesome!"

"What?"

"Never mind. What can help us?"

"This," Dämon showed him the necklace. "Feli gave it to me in case I ever needed to find him."

"Oh good! This is good, this is…what is it?"

"I'm not sure but he said that when I held it in my hand I held the city in my hand. Sounds like a riddle don't you think?"

"Hmm, maybe its code for something? Let me see," Ludwig snatched it from the younger's hand, ignoring the scowl. "Maybe it's Italian? Hmm, no it can't be. Ruins perhaps?"

"Sure, take it from me why don't you," muttered Dämon while mulling over the rhyme in his head. "Oh! I know what this is."

"What?"

"It's the city. This is a map!"

Ludwig raised an eyebrow, "… I've never seen a map that looks like this."

Dämon frowned, "Well it is. Feli said so, look, this big cross here is the cathedral and this is the river," he described pointing out all the features on the woven band. "And this little symbol must be where the Court of Mira-"

"I've been around maps all my life and this, kid, is not-"

"Now see here, I've lived in this city for 20 years up in that bell tower. I think I would know what the city would look like from above and is-"

"It!" They both talked over each other and said the last bit in unison. Blue and red eyes blazed in annoyance with one another. Ludwig thought to himself, so this is what it's like to have a sibling quarrel. Both men took a deep breath to calm their nerves.

They glared at each other before Ludwig spoke up, "Fine if you say it's a map, it's a map. Which way does it tell us to go?"

Dämon felt smug and grinned before looking at it and feeling himself pale, as if he even could go even paler. "I-uh. I don't know how to read a map. I just know that it is one."

Ludwig felt his head pulse but gently tried to pry the band from his young brother's hand. "Come on, if we want to find Feliciano we're going to have to work together. I'll figure it out but we should form a truce. Truce?"

Dämon let him have the band and nodded. "Ok, truce." He smacked the older man on his back. Ludwig groaned in pain and exhaled through his nose. "Sorry."

Both men ventured into the night, "No you're not."

Lovino franticly paced back and forth in his tent. Feliciano had watched him do this for the past fifteen minutes and had grown tired. "Fratello, enough! You're going to wear a hole on the ground if you continue."

The elder twin sighed through his nose. "Feliciano we've lost dozens of refugees to that man! How can you ask me to relax? My stomach hurts. You know what that means? Something bad is going to happen. I know it. We should have left for Italy ages ago."

"And abandon our people here?"

"We should relocate the Court of Miracles to Rome. Mother would have wanted us to."

"To do that we are going to have to convince all of the gypsy Patriarchs and Matriarch of not just Europe but the oriental front as well. Not to mention Russia." Both brothers shivered at the thought of talking to Ivan. He was fine enough but to get to him they had to get past his youngest sister.

"Berwald and his spouse are already here so that takes care of the Nordic Region. As for Russia, perhaps if we talk to Yao first, we can then let him take care of Ivan. You know how he fancies him."

"Yes, much to Natalia's displeasure," said Feli with a giggle. He opened the flap of his brother's tent to oversee the city under the city. This place was a haven for all of the gypsies around the world, the capital you could say. He smiled as children played with one another laughing in glee. Across the way, Feli could see Elizabeta brushing Antonio's hair while Lilly played with the dogs he brought with him. He didn't want this place to ever fall.

Lovino watched his brother. "You love it here don't you, Fratellino." It wasn't a question. He knew he did, even as children his brother loved it here. And not just the Court of Miracles but the Paris as well; and who wouldn't? He himself enjoyed the city. Had it not been for Her he wouldn't have met Antonio. Had it not been for the Her Feli wouldn't have met that blond idiot. Lovi curled his lip. He didn't trust the blond soldier at all. Feli came in late tonight with scratches and the other Nordic gypsies but he didn't say why. All he knew was that he now had an injured wolf and three dogs that kept making too much noise. The gypsy king sat down on his pillow in thought. Ludwig was a liability waiting to happen and to an extent so was Dämon. True, he felt pity for the boy but he was raised but that old bastard who had no doubt poisoned his mind against people like him. Lovino growled in frustration. It was hard being him. Hard to be Lovi and the gypsy king. On one hand, he understood that they meant well, though he wouldn't say that out loud. On the other hand, his people came first. He had to keep them, and his brother safe at all cost. He had been selfish in taking Antonio as a lover, but he was going to marry into the clan so it was ok. He had no use for a soldier and a bell ringer.

Feliciano turned to observe his brother who was at odds with himself again. He bit his lip in thought, poor Lovi. He carried the weight of a whole world on his shoulders, making decisions that determined the fate of their people. To make matters worse he refused to speak to anyone about how he felt, well unless you counted Chibi-Romano someone, which no one did. Honestly, that puppet freaked Feli out. It was as if it spoke the things Lovino was truly feeling, only to be reprimanded by himself for saying them out loud. The gypsy king stood up abruptly and started to remove his clothes.

"Lovi?"

"I'm going on patrol tonight," he muttered while slipping on a black outfit with bones painted in their respective places. Feliciano went to a box and pulled out his brother's dagger, making sure to secure it onto his belt. "Make sure the place doesn't go to hell while I'm out."

"Don't I always? Who's are you taking with you?"

"Rodrich, Mathias, Toris, Lars, and a few others."

"Mathias?"

"He asked to be considered for patrol this evening. The only problem now though is trying to pry Toris from Feliks."

"He loves him."

"Yeah, it's cute and all but really he needs to learn that everyone has to pull their weight when it comes to our defenses."

"Why not take both? They're actually very good when they work as a team. Also, Tino is excellent with a bow and arrow."

"Yes well, I don't want to face Berwald should something happen to him. I'm sure he cares for the other three but he'd go ape shit should something happen to his precious wife." Feliciano giggled at that and nodded in agreement. He went up to his brother and kissed both of his cheeks. "Goodnight Feli. I'll see you in the morning. Maybe earlier if we catch someone"

Feli pouted at that. "Well, make sure the children are asleep before you execute anyone. Things are ugly enough as it is out there and I don't want them to witness that. On another note, good luck, Lovi and be careful." Lovino nodded at his brother's words and watched Feliciano walk in the opposite direction of his tent.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to go see the children. Lilly, Peter, and Raivis have been scared lately. I want to go and try to get their mind off things for a while."

"Ok, give Elizabeta my regards."

"Of course!"

Ludwig and Dämon opened the door to the cemetery within the city. Ludwig eyeing the so called map in his palm and compared the symbols on it to the ones marked on the gravestones, "Here this one."

Dämon's eyes glowed in the torchlight as he confirmed the symbols, "Now what?"

"Well there's an inscription on this so maybe it's like a clue to the location. Here give me a moment to translate." Ludwig crouched and squinted to make out the words. Dämon leaned against the tomb and noticed it budge. Curious, he pushed the rest off and gasped. Ludwig looked down and blushed, "Or we could uh- yeah, I guess we could just take the stairs." They looked at each other to see who would go first. The older man sighed. As big brother, he should go down first; though he was sure that the other didn't even have a clue of their relation. He made a mental note to approach the subject with Feli for advice on how to tell the albino.

Dämon looked around him in wonder, "Is this really the Court of Miracles?" He saw a few rats run past him and moved to stand a little closer to Ludwig. "It's so…"

"Bleak," offered Ludwig with a dry chuckle. "Kind of makes you want to go out more, eh Angelo?"

"Not really. I just want to find the place, warn Feli, and get back to the tower before Wolfgang realizes I'm missing. Oh, and hey, do you even know what Angelo means?"

"No, but if Feli calls you that, then it for sure has to be nicer than Dämon." Honestly, a person had to be out of their mind to call a child something so horrible. Ludwig made another mental note to change his brother's name when he had a chance. He could hear Dämon hum a little tune while the continued walking down the catacombs. After a few minutes he stopped walking.

"What's wrong?"

"Something seems…off about this." He felt his stomach churn and the hairs of his back stand up, almost as if they were being watched.

Dämon wrinkled his nose and looked down at his shoe, "You mean other than we're walking in sewage?"

"Well, you would think that we'd run into some trouble by now."

"What? Like a guard or a booby trap?" A draft blew in making their torch go out.

"Yeah, or an ambush." Ludwig tensed up and reached for his brother when he heard a dark chuckles resonate from all around him. The blond felt strong arms wrap themselves around his body while another set worked on binding him with rope. He blinked back tears, his eyes being momentarily agitated, as everything became illuminated by torches.

Dämon struggled against his own binds and shut his eyes in fear, "Ludwig! The skeletons are moving!"

Ludwig turned to his brother and tried to smile through the pain shooting in his arm, "Relax, they're just people in costume, like in the festival." Despite his reassuring tone, he couldn't help but feel fear himself when was forced down to his knees along with the albino. Black boots came into his field of vision and he looked up to see Feli's sweet face twisted into a malicious smirk. No that's not his Feli. This guy was someone else. Someone powerful in the dangerous sense of the word. This was Lovino, the gypsy king.

"Well, well, well, boys. Looks like you picked a lucky night to come for patrol," he said sweetly to Emil and Lukas while dancing on the balls of his feet. "Shame that your big brother and Rodrich weren't able to make it after all. So, what do we have here?"

"Trespassers," muttered Lars giving Ludwig's ropes a pull.

"Spies," growled Toris making both of the men bound widen their eyes. Wasn't this the sweet man who danced with Feliciano and gave out sweet bread?

Ludwig briefly wondered what happened to put him in such a foul mood before shaking his head, "We're not spies."

Dämon nodded franticly adding, "You have to listen-"

Their mouths were covered with silk handkerchiefs and Lovino wiggled his finger in their faces. "Tut, tut. Don't interrupt me." He pulled out two sticks from his pocket and twirled them about lighting each one as if by magic. "You think you're so cleaver, don't you, to have found our hideout." He grinned, "Too bad you won't live to tell the tale." Blue and red eyes widened in fear at the implication. Something snapped in Lovino however, Ludwig could see it in the gypsy king's eyes and he recognized it well. In the war front he had seen it in many of his men, in himself. The king was out for blood.

Lovino knew full well who these two were. He knew it. Sure they had helped his brother escape, but this blond bastard just stood by while his people were being wrongfully arrested. And Dämon? Well, he's been the source of all his troubles whether intentional or not. Lovi didn't have anything against them personally…but the king. Well, the king in him knew they weren't to be trusted and he was glad Rodrich and Mathias had decided to bail last minute and that his brother had done his rounds earlier in the day, else he wouldn't have gotten this far with them. Oh wait a minute, he's the King. Of course he would have. His head began to hurt but he let his grin grow wider when he saw the fear in their eyes. This was payback for everything wrong Wolfgang had done, "Maybe you've heard of that terrible place where the scoundrels of Paris collect in a liar. Maybe you've heard of that mythical place called the Court of Miracles, hello your there!" Ludwig rolled his eyes at the king, feeling his fear dwindle down by Lovi's prancing about. He'd rather watch Feli dance. A menacing looking Feli dancing in intentional seduction, he shook his head free of those thoughts. Focus Ludwig.

"Where the lame can walk, "said Emil and Lukas removing a peg leg each and their real ones dropping down in place.

"And the blind can see," Lars removed an eye patch and stuffed it in his pocket.

"But the dead don't talk," Lovino shoved his ablaze sticks dangerously close to their face. "So you won't be around to reveal what you found." He began to lead the way further into the catacombs and his brethren followed dragging both Ludwig and Dämon behind. "We have a method for spies and intruders, rather like hornets protecting their hive, here in the Court of Miracles where it's a miracle if you get out alive."

Dämon groaned, why me? He felt Ludwig reach out his hand the best he could and rub his arm in reassurance. Dämon smiled behind his gag in comfort. When they reached the entrance to the Court of Miracles he felt tears come to his eyes from the brightness of it all. It looked like there was sunlight out despite it being the middle of the night. And it smelled very pleasant, like fresh baked goods and other spices.

Lovino smiled to his people and ran up to the stage, seemingly having changed along the way to his normal attire plus a dainty crown upon his head, "Gather around everyone," he secured two ropes from the wooden beams, "I have good noose to tell you all." A crowed gathered and chuckled at their king's cheesy pun. "We've caught a couple of Wolfgang's spies." The crowd booed as Lars and Toris brought Ludwig and Dämon onto the stage.

Antonio heard Lovi's announcement and nudged Elizabeta who turned and paled, "Stay here, hun. I'll be right back."

"What's going on," he asked now panicking. She never reacted this way to other hangings, what made these special? He waited for her reply but figured that she was long gone.

"And these are not just any spies," added Lovino, placing the noose around them. "We have the captain of the guard, aka his grandson, and his albino henchmen, the ghostly bell ringer of Notre Dame."

"Oh no," Antonio felt his blood go cold and he tried to get to the crowd himself.

"Justice is swift in the Court of Miracles; I am the lawyers and judge all in one. We like to get the trial over with quickly 'cause it's the sentencing that's really the fun." Lovino looked them over with mock sympathy, "Any last words?"

Ludwig looked at him dryly while Dämon looked at him franticly, both shouting behind their gags. Lovino nodded in understanding, before turning to his people with a smile, "That's what they all say." The crowd laughed and whistled as he removed his shirt and cracked his knuckles. "Now that we've seen all the evidence-wait I object!" Lovi's eyes narrowed. Where did he get his puppet from? His headache got worse and he felt nauseous. "Over-ruled! I object!" Lovi growled at Chibi-Romano angrily and smacked him with his other hand, "QUIET! Dang…" Dämon and Ludwig exchanged glances as did a select few in the crowd.

Lovino cleared his throat and looked at the two men sadly, "We find you totally innocent which the worst crime of all." Ludwig looked at him with bored eyes. Honestly. Was he really going to die at the hands of this mentally unstable version of his love? He cringed internally. This unstable nut was his lover's twin brother. He noticed that Lovi had removed his shirt again, how did he even put it on without him noticing, and wore an executioner's mask as he and everyone else shouted, "So you're going to hang!"

"Wait a damn minute, Lovino!"

Everyone turned to see Feliciano jog through the crowd with a fierce look in his eyes, followed by two wide eye blonds and three dogs. Dämon and Ludwig sighed in relief while Lovino looked like he had just woken from a dream. "Feli?"

"These guys aren't spies they're our friends. This little angel helped me escape from Notre Dame and Luddy here saved that poor famer and his cub from Wolfgang's wrath." He shot his brother a nasty look while working to free the two brothers. He looked down and saw Chibi-Romano hanging out from his twin's pocket and his gaze softened. So he had tried to break through to himself again.

Lars and Toris exchanged worried glances and kneeled before Feli, "Forgive us my prince," started Lars.

"We didn't know," finished the brunette, his navy eyes watering in shame.

Lovino pulled off his mask and tugged his shirt on in confusion, "Well why didn't they say so? Made me look like an ass in front of everyone."

"You made your self look like an ass," muttered Dämon softly.

Ludwig ignored the banter and hugged Feli to himself, "We came to warn you. Wolfgang says he knows where this place is and he's coming at dawn to attack with a thousand men." Feli turned to see their makeshift clock mark a little past one in the morning.

"Like, that's terrible," murmured Feliks, hugging Toris close to him.

"What do we do," asked Emma. He brother put a protective arm around her shoulders and drew her closer.

Both brothers looked at each other then at their subjects who were still eyeing them upon the stage, though now with confusion. "Boys, go spread the word. We leave as soon as possible," ordered Lovino.

"Yes. We don't have time to waste," added Feliciano. He looked to Emma, "Dear, please tell the children to harvest as many herbs and vegetables they can. Let the men disassemble the town and the women pack the carriages."

Emma nodded and curtsied before her king and prince before running off repeating to herself, "Men disassemble, women pack, kids harvest."

Lovino shuffled on his feet and gave a worried glance to his brother. Feli motioned to Ludwig and Dämon with his head. Lovi groaned but nodded. "Um," he gave a frustrated groan. "I-I just want to say. S-s-sorry for almost hanging you." Ludwig looked up in surprise from his adoring dogs and exchanged a glance with the albino who shrugged. "I should have waited to hear what you had to say before passing judgment."

"It's fine. You did what you believed was right in order to protect your people," said Dämon, looking down with a blush.

"Yeah. I would be lying if I said that I didn't behave like that during the battle front when it came to protecting my men," added Ludwig standing back up and rotating his shoulder.

"Brother, we will discuss this later. Go help Elizabeta and the others," murmured Feliciano, bringing his brother for a hug. "There is still some herbal mix in your wooden box…to help with your thing." Lovino nodded and jumped off the stage. Feli sighed and hugged both Ludwig and Dämon to him. "I don't know how to thank you enough." Both men melted in his embrace.

"Well it was really Gilbert who deserves the credit. If it weren't for him I wouldn't have known where to even start looking for you, Liebling," said Ludwig moving his face to smell his lover's hair.

"Who?"

"Gilbert, my…my little brother," he pulled away enough to look at Dämon.

Dämon widened his red eyes to look at Ludwig, "What?"

Ludwig sighed and pulled out the iron cross from his pocket and showed it to him. "Wolfgang told me, he threw this after me when I fell into the river. My dad made it for his-for your mom. Of course my mom helped him because Vati wasn't very good working the tools," he said that last part with a fond smile. "Gilbert was his name and I think it's only fitting for you to have the honor of having it. It certainly is better than Dämon."

The albino reached for the cross with his mouth parted, tears surfacing, "Brothers?" He looked back at Ludwig. Feli smiled at him and pulled their hands together, and pointed to a line they both shared. Gilbert smiled at Ludwig sheepishly, "Well, honestly I don't know how to read maps, so if it hadn't been for…" he blushed, "my big b-brother, we wouldn't have found the place."

"And neither would I." The three men turned to see Wolfgang at the entrance of the Court of Miracles while as his soldiers moved around him like a river around a rock, descending the steps to round up the gypsies.

I always wondered what the deal was with Cloupin and his little puppet during that scene. Romano's internal conflict with the pressures of being Gypsy king and a decent person clashing during the song Court of Miracles is my take on it. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. The next one might be up tonight if not for sure tomorrow. Also I panicked when I realized that the ages didn't add up in my last chapter so I went back and edited them so its all good now.

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