I like reading the bonfire part with the song Sanctuary just for the ambiance. Anyway enjoy. =3
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Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Hetalia nor do I own the songs from The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
Screams resonated the walls of their small city as the guards moved quickly, grasping and handcuffing anything that moved. They even captured the animals that resided within. Pookie hissing and spitting angrily for being plucked away from Aster's head. Somewhere in the sea of chaos, Lovino was too. Berwald drew a sword and stood protectively in front of his son while his 'wife' dug around to locate some arrows. Lars tried to shove his sister into a crate only to be knocked unconscious by a soldier. Feliks and Toris trembled in the cage they shared with Ludwig's dogs. All four of them. Feliciano looked around him, dizzy from the chaos and backed up into the two brothers, finding that they were surrounded.
"After 20 years, I've finally found the Court of Miracles." Wolfgang looked around with wide eyes, "It was right under my nose this whole time." He walked up to the albino, who had been shoved away from his brother and Feli to stand before the minister. "Ah, my dear, Dämon. I knew you'd be of use to me one day. Thank you, my boy. Had it not been for you and your," he looked up and met Ludwig's eyes, "homosexual brother, I would have never have found it."
Feli struggled against the soldier who held him tight in his grasp, "What are you talking about?"
"Why, these two led me right to you, my dear," Wolfgang walked closer to Feliciano and ran a gloved finger down his cheek.
"Don't touch him," growled Ludwig, his face going red with anger.
"You're lying! They aren't monsters like you. They wouldn't have betrayed us," cried the prince bringing down his foot onto Malechai's and charged towards the minister, only to be hit across the head and bound.
"No! Feli!" Ludwig tried to pry himself from the grasp of the soldiers holding him but their grips were like steal. Gilbert dropped to his knees in shock, unable to move despite how badly he wanted to.
"He'll wake up soon enough," muttered Wolfgang turning to look at his grandson. "Much like you did. Pity you didn't drown. Now you're going to have to suffer a much crueler death." Wolfgang nodded to himself and smiled. "We'll make revelry of it. A little bon fire to signify the start of a new age. An age free of filth like yourselves." He turned to address the gypsies confined in handcuffs and some in cages, "And because I'm such a kind man I'll even allow you all to attend. Take them up."
Gilbert, finally able to move, quickly grabbed to Wolfgang's robes and begged, "No, please master! Please, don't do this. Please!"
Wolfgang sneered down at him and ripped his robe away from the weeping albino. "Take him back to the bell tower and be sure to make sure that he stays there." A whimper caught his attention and he saw Antonio sitting on the floor, hugging his walking stick closely to his chest. "Take that blind fool with you." Two guards picked up the limp Gilbert and dragged him away while another carried Antonio back to Notre Dame.
Alfred coughed violently into his hand, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth and he pulled his blankets off.
"Alfy," a meek voice whispered through the dim lit room. "Alfy, I brought you some more medicine. The doctor said this stuff is sure to work."
"No," croaked the deathly pale teen. "No more medicine. It doesn't even work."
The ten year old boy whimpered at the sound of his brother's voice. He tried to get closer but was stopped by Romulus, "I'm sorry, my son, but I don't want you to get closer. I've been told this is contagious."
Violet eyes widened and they both looked at Alfred as he struggled to get up, his weary bones popping in protest. "Listen Mathew, I don't think I've got much time."
"Don't say that, Alfred! Don't you say that." Mathew hugged his teddy bear and cried into it.
"Mattie, please don't be sad. It's going to be ok-"
"No its not! I'm going to be alone for real this time. No one ever remembers that I exist, how is it going to be ok?!"
Alfred stared at his little brother and felt tears sting his own eyes, "I'm sorry."
Romulus sighed and pulled out a white handkerchief, "Here, Mathew. Put this around your nose and mouth. Go ahead, I'll be back in a bit."
Mathew nodded and ran to his brother, wrapping his arms around him tightly. "I don't want you to die.
"I know, I don't either little brother but I'm really tired right now."
"I promise I'll start working so you don't have to. You can stay home and take care of . She's going to be a mama soon you know."
"Is she?"
"Mmhmm and then I can have a real teddy bear. Ooh and I can probably pick up some odd jobs like in the bakery. Did you know my maple tree is already blooming? Maybe one day I can make syrup and sell that. Won't that be nice? I can harvest and you can sell. You have that hero voice that will for sure attract attention."
Alfred laid back down and listened to his brother talk about the countless prospects their future could hold. He let silent tears roll down his cheeks. He was going to break his brother's heart. Already, he could feel his energy leave him. It was only a matter of time.
"Won't that be awesome, Alfy?"
"It will be. Uh-listen," he whispered weakly. "I love you, Mathew."
"I love you, too. That's why you have to get better."
"Mattie, listen buddy. You won't be alone. You'll have father Romulus and his grandsons. They're pretty awesome."
Mathew looked up from his brother's side, "Why are you saying that?"
Alfred smiled sadly and looked over his brother's shoulder. Two figures were looking back at him with sad smiles. Arthur stretched out his arm offering the young man his hand. "You're going to be ok," he whispered, his eyes feeling heavy, "You're…going to be…ok."
"Alphy? Aphly," Mathew stared at his brother's slowly stiffening body. "Alfred?! Please don't leave me, big brother! Please!"
Alfred looked behind him to see his little brother hugging his body. Romulus running in too see what was going on before realizing what had happened and tried to gently pry the boy away.
"I'm sorry, Maddie."
Alfred was startled from his reminiscing at the sound of chains being locked into place. He elbowed a sleeping Arthur and pointed to the guards walking away.
"What were they doing up here, Artie?"
The Brit shrugged and hovered down to see what they had tied up. He gasped in horror. Their friend stood limp and motionless, held upright by chains.
"Bloody Hell! It's Dämon, Frog! Wake up, you git," Arthur hovered anxiously in front of their painting and dragged Francis out by his ear.
"What? What do you think you're doing? I was having a wonderful dream just now and you-"
"Dämon's in chains!" This woke up the Frenchman and he ran outside to see Antonio sobbing against Dämon's leg.
"What's happened, mon ami?"
Gilbert looked up to see the three specters with hallow eyes, "Oh, hey guys."
Antonio raised his head up, "Angel?"
"Don't call me that. I'm no angel."
Somber drums played ominously from below them and the three ghosts looked over the rail, "Oh non," cried Francis, "Mon petite Feliciano!" he rushed back to the chains and tried to break them. "Help me, Arthur. Alfred you see if you can get the other ones! Mon ami, help us break your chains."
"I can't. I've tried."
Antonio furrowed his brow, "Gilbert, who are you talking to?"
Gilbert ignored him and continued to speak. "Everything I've done has only dug Feliciano's grave deeper and deeper. I-I really am nothing more than a demon. My dad must've been very brave. I don't deserve to have his name."
"You can't give up," Antonio stood up and felt his way to the chains. "If I could do something I would, Gilbert but I can't. You're their only hope. Try again. Por Favor. Te lo suplico! Please! Please try again."
"Listen to Antonio, my friend," grunted Arthur still trying to break the chains.
"Yeah, if it's any time to be a hero now is the time," added Alfred.
"I am NOT a hero. I never was. I NEVER will be. Wolfgang was right, he was right about everything. I'm a monster. I never should have left the bell tower that day. None of this would have ever happened," Gilbert lowered his head in defeat.
Francis's anger flared but before he could say anything, Antonio spoke up. "Wolfgang wasn't right. My blindness might seem like a handicap to most but sometimes I think that I can see better than anyone. You aren't a monster, Gilbert. Though right now you're most certainly acting like one." Gilbert raised his head in surprise at his friend. He was facing him directly and his unfocused eyes narrowed before closing. Tears streamed down his cheeks and onto the dirty floor. "I'm going to go try to wake Father Romulus. He's sure to stop this madness." Antonio turned to walk away but his feet got tangled in the chains he was unknowingly wearing and he fell onto his face. Confused he tried to crawl away only making it a few feet before he realized that that was as far as he could go. "Maldita sea," he sobbed into his arms. "Lovino, please forgive me…"
Gilbert looked away from his fallen friend and back to the ghosts. They all wore the same expression of disappointment. "What?"
Arthur sighed and showed him the chains in his hands, "These are not what's holding you back. You know that."
"Every time I try to do something good, it always back fires three fold. I don't want to even try anymore."
Francis glared, "Nothing comes without a price. Sometimes we have to suffer the storm before we can enjoy the fruits of nature."
"Have I not suffered enough," he snapped at him. "Did my years of being abused and friendless not count as my suffering? Demons like me don't deserve happiness. I see that now."
"But-"
"Shut up and leave me alone," he muttered looking back down at his grime covered shoes.
The three ghosts exchanged sad glances before Francis spoke up as he retreated to his painting, "Ok. We'll leave you alone."
Arthur followed, "After all we're just creations of remnants of the past."
Alfred pushed his ghostly glasses up his nose and followed the two others pack into the painting, "We just thought you were made of something stronger, bro." Gilbert grunted sadly. Over the rail the drum beat became louder.
Tino held his son tightly to his chest while Berwald held him. Next to them Mathias huddled close while holding on to both his little brothers. In the cage next to them Elizabeta and her husband held onto Lilly, shielding her eyes from what they knew was to come. Felix and Toris cried silently to themselves, trying to seek comfort in each other and the dogs, as they watched guards usher Feliciano onto the pyre.
"Let us out, you fucking bastards," roared Lovino. Lars felt uneasy sharing the cage with his gypsy king and Ludwig. They were both practically foaming at the mouth with rage. "I'm the gypsy king. If you want to murder someone then take me!" Emma whimpered in her brother's arms in fear. Of whom he wasn't sure. Around them a crowd of confused citizens surrounded the square. Guards had to keep them back from reaching their idol.
Feliciano took a deep breath to try and calm the frantic beat of his heart. Thank god he'd use the restroom already, he thought bitterly to himself. He jumped when guards dropped bushels of hay at his feet. His amber eyes widening. 'This was really happening. This is how I'm going to die! Oh god. Oh god.' He vaguely heard his brother's howls of anger and he smiled. A fighter till the end that one. He scanned the area he heard his voice and locked eyes with his brother. 'I love you.' Lovi's eyes widened and he roared again in desperation. 'Don't do that, fratello. You'll wear out your voice and make your throat scratchy.' His eyes moved to the figure next to his brother. Ludwig. 'My beautiful Ludwig. Forgive me for not living long enough to see what life would have brought us. Would we have had a family together? Would we have had a happy life? I think we would've. You would have started a business and I could have painted. We could of raised a sweet little boy or girl. Love each other. I love you, too.' He heard a woman scream and saw that it was Elizabeta. She was holding onto Pookie while Rodrich held both her and their daughter. 'Thank you for being kind to me, big sister. That's what you were, you know. A big sister. You're going to be happy. This madness will end soon. I promise.' Though he thought that, Feli knew deep down that he was only lying to himself. The madness wasn't going to end with his death, though a dead man could dream. Finally, he looked up to the bell tower and closed his eyes. 'Forgive me, Angelo. I have failed you, my friend.'
The drummers stopped drumming at the arrival of Wolfgang. Malechai helped him from his carriage and the minister climbed up the steps to face Feliciano. He pulled out a scroll and cleared his throat, getting the attention from everyone in the square. "The gypsy prisoner, Feliciano, has been found guilty for the crime of witchcraft. The sentence: death." The crowd gasped and cried out their disapproval. Feliciano felt uneasy with the way Wolfgang directed his gaze down his body before walking up to him. Quietly he spoke to him. "Dressed in nothing but those white linen pants almost makes you look innocent." He took the torch from the executioner and waved him away. Turning back to Feli, he smiled coldly. "The time has come, gypsy. You stand now at the brink of the abyss." Feli tried to press himself further against his spike to get away from the ever closer presence of the older man. Wolfgang brought up a hand and caressed his cheek, tracing it along his jaw and down his neck. "Yet even now," his eyes lowered to Feli's bare chest, "It's not too late." His fingers lowered themselves and ran across the smooth skin of his toned pectoral. "I can save you from the flames of this world and the next. Choose me…or the fire." Feliciano's face contorted in hateful anger. He spit in Wolfgang's face making the older man jump back in surprise. Wolfgang stared at the young prince with wide eyes before punching him in the face, which earned him even more angry yells from the crowd. Feli could make out his brother yelling profanities in Italian while Ludwig roared in German. Had they seen everything? God, he hoped not.
Wolfgang pulled away and addressed the crowd, "The gypsy, Feliciano, has refused to recant. This evil necromancer has put the soul of every citizen in Paris in danger. It is my sacred duty to ensure the salvation of us all. To do that, I must send this unholy demon back to hell where he belongs!"
"No," cried Gilbert. He had looked up from his binds and over the rail. He'd seen what Wolfgang did to Feliciano. He heard what was going on. He could see the gypsies and crowd protest. He saw as Wolfgang lower the torch to ignite the hay. But most importantly he saw Feli's eyes rise up to meet his and despite how ridiculously high he was from everyone. He could see that Feli hadn't given up despite the doom that was literally licking at his heals. He could see that Feli wasn't ready to die.
With narrowed his eyes he tightened all his muscles before pulling against his chains, the pillars chipping and cracking from the metal rubbing against it. He growled and pulled again with all his might. He could hear the bells resonate from within the tower. If it was encouragement or disapproval from being awoken from his struggles, he wasn't sure but he didn't stop. Once more. Gilbert growled again, pulling at the chains till they managed to break free from the pillars. He wiped himself free of the metal bonds and ran to grab a rope, securing it to one of gargoyles; he looked down to see that Feliciano has coughing violently and was close to unconsciousness. "Hold one, Feli, I'm coming." Pulling on a single glove he wrapped the end of the rope to his wrist and jumped over.
Antonio raised his head at the feeling of three gusts rushing by him. The ghosts came flying out to see what their friend was doing and saw him soaring down to the rescue of their friend. Francis noticed that the rope was becoming undone and reached out for it, only for his hands to go through. "Damn it! Why can't I hold it?!"
"You're too scared to be able to hold it," muttered Arthur anxiously. Then looked over to Antonio, who was now standing up and feeling his way closer to them. "But he can."
Francis nodded and placed a cold hand on Antonio's shoulder making him shiver, "Are you angels?" Antonio felt his hands grow cold as if someone one was holding on to them, leading him somewhere. He felt around and felt rope around a gargoyle. "What's-" The Spaniard felt that it had tension and that the rope was loosening. Immediately realizing who was at the other end he wrapped the rope in his fist and held tight, almost going over himself, he felt six cold hands on his body.
"Hold him tight; make sure he doesn't go over," shouted Alfred. Francis, finally getting over his nerve wrapped his arms around Antonio's waist and pulled him back while Alfred and Arthur held tight to the Spaniards arms.
Gilbert panicked when he felt his rope lose tension but kept his eyes focused on his target. Wolfgang leaned against a post smiling cruelly as he watched Feliciano go limp at the pyre. He pushed off the wall of the cathedral and swung towards the Pyre, landing before Feli. Guards struggled to climb aboard the stand but by the time the managed to Gilbert had already freed Feli from his stake and held him over his shoulder. Wolfgang glared at his charge, while the crowd cheered in approval. Taking a hold of his rope he tested the tension before leaping off the pyre and climbed back up Notre Dame.
"Dämon," snarled Wolfgang. "Don't just stand there you idiots. Shoot him! Shoot him down now!" The guards focused their attention at the albino, each throwing spears or shooting arrows. Each missed as he agilely climbed back up to his tower with the unconscious prince. Too high up to do any damage, the guards stopped shooting and looked up at the albino in anger. Safe over the rail, Gilbert turned back to face everyone in the square. Meeting his once master's cold blue eyes with his inflamed red, he held Feliciano over his head and claimed, "Sanctuary!" The crowd cheered. "Sanctuary!" They gypsies released their breath in relief. "Sanctuary!" Vash grinned from his spot in the stock; his surrogate parent's crying with relief.
Antonio felt that the rope no longer had tension and released it, the cold hands on his body disappearing as well. He grinned, "Thank you, angels. God bless you." He felt around when he heard his bed room open. "Gilbert?"
"I'm here, Toni. I'm sorry for taking too long to come to my senses."
"Better late than never, I guess. Is that Feli? Is he ok?"
"Yes. He's passed out from the smoke but I think he's going to be ok. I'm going to go back out. Wolfgang's going to come in here, I just know it."
"I'll wake up Father Romulus. The man probably doesn't know what's going on. He can sleep through anything."
"Who's going to watch over Feli?"
Antonio stopped and turned his head with a grin. "I'm sure the angels won't mind watching over him. They helped me help you just now."
Gilbert looked up from securing Feliciano on the bed to look at his blind friend. Angels? He saw the three ghosts wave at him shyly from the door. "Oh! Good, yes they'll keep him safe." The albino freed his friend of his chains, "Let's go."
"Captain," called out Wolfgang. "Seize the Cathedral."
Malechai nodded and saluted, "Sir, yes sir!" He motioned for his soldiers to move in formation before the cathedral, unaware that a heavy beam was falling towards them. With a sickening crack, the front line soldier's collapsed under the heavy projectile.
Angered, Wolfgang pried a sword from the grasp of one of the fallen soldiers and turned to address the remaining few. "You men, pick up that beam. We'll use it to break down the doors."
Ludwig took advantage that the guards had lowered their guard and grabbed the closest one. Lars brought the edge of his dagger over his head, knocking the soldier out cold. Lovino grabbed the keys and unlocked their cage, giving them to Emma so that she could go release everyone. Ludwig pulled out the soldier's sword and climbed onto the cage to address the crowd. "Citizens of Paris, Wolfgang has persecuted our people and ransacked out city! And now he dares declare war on Notre Dame herself! Will we stand for it?!" The crowd, riled with anger at the audacity of Wolfgang and his followers, began to attack the soldiers, some even breaking the locks on remaining cages, arming the gypsies with weapons to fight back.
Elizabeta hopped out of her cage and handed Pookie and Lilly over to Emma, "Take the children away from here, dear."
"What about you," questioned Emma, holding tightly to Raivis's hand and Lilly's.
Elizabeta smiled sweetly and ripped off her skirts to reveal pants and a skillet. She ran into the battle, leaving her husband and the rest to stare at her with wide eyes. Lars opened the cage containing the Nordics and ran off to release Feliks and Toris. Mathias jumped out and grabbed an ax, while his younger brother's ran off to Emma. Berwald gently pushed Tino in their direction but Tino stood firmly in place. "Go with them, Peter," said the smaller man. Peter nodded and ran after his young 'uncles'.
"I's n't s'fe w'fe. Y'u sh-" He was silenced by a glare from the shorter man.
"If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times, Berwald. I. Am. Not. Your. Wife. For god sakes, I'm a man!" Tino reached up and pulled Berwald down by the collar of his shirt for a short yet passionate kiss. "I am your husband and I'll be damned if I let you fight without me by your side." Giving him another peck on the mouth, he smiled warmly to his husband. He found an unconscious guard with a bow and arrow and took them from him. Berwald smiled as he watched his wif-husband take down every target he shot at.
Gilbert watched as the angry horde swept over the soldiers with a grin. Alfred and Arthur watched next to him, Francis having stayed behind to watch over Feli. "Hey look at Blondie what's his face," cried Alfred, excitement burning in his eyes.
"Indeed, what's his name? Larry?"
"Loid," offered the young ghost.
"That's my brother, Ludwig!" Gilbert smiled with pride as he watched his brother take on multiple soldiers at once. He reached down and lifted a large heavy brick, pushing over the side to break the ladders that the men below had placed against the cathedral.
Arthur, upon seeing this, found a smaller brick and tossed it down, hitting a Malechai on the head and effectively knocking him out. The ghostly gentleman winced, "Sorry, sir. But I do believe you deserved that."
Alfred looked around him but only found Antonio's tomato garden. He made a face and plucked one from its vine. "These won't hurt them," he muttered sadly. He heard a chirp of agreement above his head. He looked and saw a tiny yellow bird. "Gilbird?" The bird chirped in acknowledgement. "It's great to see ya and all but what can you do? You're just a tiny little thing." Gilbird chirped again and flew away only to come back a few seconds later, landing before the confused ghost. "You've got spirit, little dude, but I don't think…Hey what's that noise?" Alfred looked all around him for the source of the rumbling. He saw a dark cloud come in fast. Too fast for a cloud. Blue eyes widened in realization and looked down to Gilbird. "Little dude, did you make friends?" The bird chirped once and flew around in circles in front of the incoming cloud. Alfred grinned, "Alright! Go one you guys! Fly! Fly!" Birds of all colors descended upon the soldiers climbing up the ladders. Big birds. Alfred cackled in glee when he heard their screams of pain and fright.
Francis heard shouting outside from Antonio's room and gave Feli's hand a firm squeeze. "I'll be back, mon cher." He walked out to find that a ladder had been placed against his side of the cathedral. Soldiers diligently began to climb up. Francis frowned and looked over to the gargoyles. He slapped them, "Wake up! Wake up all of you!" The stoned creatures didn't budge. "I said wake up, damn it. Notre Dame needs you! Evil is attacking your domain, so get off your lazy asses and defend her!" The stone beasts moved slowly. Reeling their heads downward to see for themselves what was going on. They released an angered snarl and began to cough violently as if to bring something up from their bellies. Green, vile smelling liquid spewed from their mouths and downward to the unsuspecting soldiers, making their ladders too slippery to grip. Francis grimaced and watched the soldiers slip from their ladder, falling over one another. He shrugged and patted the gargoyle's head. "Whatever works, mon ami's. Please forgive my rude behavior." The gargoyles grunted but kept their eyes open for more invaders.
"Harder! Hit it harder," yelled Wolfgang, having taken over Malechai's job and ordered the soldiers to pound at the heavy doors of the cathedral. Ludwig saw and gave a shrill whistle. The sound of barking came closer and his dogs attacked the guards in the back holding on to the beam.
Meanwhile Vash watched the battle with wide eyes, fingers itching to partake in the fighting. He gasped when he felt a solider get shoved against the lock of his stock. It sprung open. His bones popped and muscles quivered in pleasure from finally being released from that painful position.
"Brother! You're free! You're free!" Vash looked up and saw his sister running towards him in glee. His eyes widened when he noticed that Lilly wasn't paying attention to her surroundings in her desire to hug him and he rushed towards her pushing her away from a manhole…falling into it himself.
He groaned in disgust and looked up to see her wide green eyes looking in, "Dang it, Lilly!"
Feliks and Toris found spare wood and began to work to create something Feliks had drawn out in one of his sketch books. Toris hammered the last bit in and stood back, wiping his brow with the sleeve of his shirt. "What is it, Fe?" Feliks grinned and pressed into one of the wooden bolts, making his contraption leap off and fall over. Toris looked at his lover, horrified. "Feliks! What the hell?!"
"Like hush and watch, babe," said the blond with a grin. A small group of soldiers ran towards them, stepping on over the wooden contraption making it snap over them like a giant mouse trap. Toris's jaw dropped. "See, like I told you it'd work."
The brunette smiled down at his blond boyfriend and kissed his forehead, "You sure did."
Lars grunted and pushed off a soldier, putting him in a choke-hold. He noticed a tan dire-wolf standing idle awaiting orders from its master or rather from anyone. He smirked at the battle thirst that shone from the beast's eyes. 'What did Feli say its name was?' Lars noticed a guard crawl towards a bow and arrow and frowned, "Hey you, dog, sit!" Aster's pink tongue flopped out of his mouth happily and did what he was told, sitting on the unfortunate soldier. Lovino came back to the square after escorting Emma and the children to a safe destination. Rodrich, after pulling out his sword and giving the spare to his king, charged in upon seeing Lilly sitting on her belly looking into a man hole.
"Put your backs into it," growled Wolfgang. His men heaved once more and successfully cracked the door.
Arthur and Alfred aligned the aqueduct to the large cauldron where Gilbert had begun to boil oil. "Ok, dude. It's ready." The albino nodded and heaved the rope to tilt the cauldron over and empty the furiously boiling contents into the ducts. The blistering liquid charged downwards and out the spouts. Lovino saw this and ushered people, his people and the citizens of Paris, out of the way.
This chapter was fun to write. If it sounds like it's choppy its cause it is =p I figured battle scenes should be like that. Is it ok? I'm almost done with the story too so that's exciting. Thank you all for all the new favorites and followings. They make me happy ^_^. I honestly didn't think this story would get such a good reception.
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