I felt sad writing this last bit. Mostly cause it's the end. Hope it was worth it. I didn't do a grammar check but I will go back later and edit it. I'm bound to find a crud-load.

Just a reminder: Prussia/Dämon/ Gilbert

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

After stumbling his way downstairs, Antonio finally made it to the archdeacon's room and he desperately pounded at the door. "Padre! Father Romulus, sir, please wake up!" He pressed his ear to the door and heard the old man groan sleepily. "Father, please! There's trouble in the square. Wolfgang's gone mad!" The Spaniard nearly fell over when the door opened.

Romulus looked down at him with sleepy eyes, dressed in a long sleeping gown. He yawned. "Wolfgang has not been right in the head since I can remember, Tonio. What has he done this time?"

"Can you not smell it? He nearly burned Feliciano at the stake!" Romulus choked on his water. "Please sir, please end this madness!" The older man nodded frantically and turned back to his room to put on a robe and shoes.

"Where are my grandsons?"

"Feli is safe. Lovino… I'm not sure what's going on out there but it sounds like a battle."

"Ok. Come on, Antonio, let's go stop this foolishness." He took a hold of his blind assistant's arm and led him to the stair way.

Ludwig dragged his dogs away from the oil cascading from the gargoyle spouts and looked around him. Many of the civilians had already evacuated the area along with most of the gypsies. Some soldiers weren't so lucky and the writhed in pain before finally stilling. He saw Elizabeta pull Lilly away from a sewage hole and cover it before running away from the boiling liquid. His eyes landed on his grandfather still furiously working on the door with his sword.

"How the hell am I getting in there," he muttered to himself. Ludwig felt a tug on his shirt, forcing him to turn around. Lovino held a pair of stilts in his arms and behind him Berwald, Mathias , Lars, and Eduard held a wide piece of wood by poles like a long umbrella.

"Can you walk on these," asked Lovino.

"I don't-"

"Mierda. Fine, I'll walk on them and you hold on to me. It's going to be a little difficult cause I'm also going to have to drag that thing over us so we don't get burned." The gypsy king sat down and quickly attached his boots to the stilts.

"Lovi, is there anything else we can do to help," asked Mathias.

"No. Go see to our wounded. We should be fine. Wait, see if you can find some salt and start a perimeter to contain the oil. It hasn't reached the bone fire yet so we should be fine fire wise." The other men nodded and ran back to perform their tasks. "You, blond bastard, get on."

Ludwig, though hesitant, did as the brunette asked. "Are you sure you can hold us both?"

Lovino glared at him and scoffed in irritation, "What just 'cause I look fragile like my ninny brother, doesn't mean I'm weak. Nor he for that matter." He stood up and dragged their makeshift umbrella over them. As soon as he stepped into the oil the wooden stilts began to glow. "Fuck me!"

"What?!"

"Shut up!" Lovi concentrated on maneuvering them towards the cathedral. Ludwig tightened his hold on Lovi but kept his eyes trained on his grandfather, through the curtain of oil. Wolfgang hacked away at the crack in the door his men made, making it big enough for him to slip through. Behind him, soldiers cried out in pain from the boiling liquid raining down on them. He ignored their cries of agony and slipped in.

"God damn it! Ok, bastardo, listen to me closely. We won't have enough time for both of to slip in so you're going to have to jump when I get you close enough." Lovino looked down and saw the oil was beginning to smoke. "I really hope your brother used vegetable and not lard."

"Does it matter?"

Lovi rolled his eyes, "Of course it does. Lard will be extra difficult to put out, though I calculate that the oil has almost reached its peak in which case that only gives me two minutes and 30 seconds to get you in and me out of here before my stilts catch flame. I need to go find some iron and- DON'T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT YOU BASTARD! I'm a gypsy but that doesn't mean I'm not smart. Here just get ready to jump and save my brother…and yours!"

"Right!"

Wolfgang rushed up the stairs, eyes burning with hatred and anger, just as Romulus and Antonio rushed down. "Wolfgang," cried the archdeacon in surprise before furrowing his brow, "Have you gone mad? I will not tolerate this assault on the house of God. Nor will I tolerate attempts on the life of my grandchildren." Wolfgang rolled his eyes but continued his trudge forward. Antonio stepped to the side, away from Romulus, in attempt to further block the elder blond from reaching his destination.

"Y-you've done enough d-damage, Judge Wolfgang," stuttered Antonio looking straight ahead. "Leave this house of peace out of your deranged debauchery."

Minister Wolfgang narrowed his eyes, "Silence you damn blind fool." He grabbed Antonio by his shirt and tossed him down the stairs. He landed with a sickening thump to the head. Romulus sputtered in surprise when Wolfgang shoved him down after the motionless Spaniard. He landed with his palms down, only managing to sprain his ankle. "The albino and I have some unfinished business," he reached the door that lead to the upper level dormitories and locked it behind him. "This time you won't interfere."

Gilbert looked over the rail to see that the assault had stopped and he grinned. His smile never left his face as he rushed back to Antonio's room to tell Feli the good news. "Feli guess what? We did it! We've beaten them back! Look, come look!" His smile faltered when he was met with silence. Feli laid motionless on the small bed, his skin almost blending with the grey sheets, now sporting black spots from the soot on Feli's body. "Hey, Feliciano wake up? Its ok, you're safe now." The albino walked up to his friend and poked his cheek. "Feli?" He spoke quietly now, "Come one Feli, you've gotta get up." Gilbert kneeled beside the bed and took Feli's hand in his, "Oh. Oh, no. Please, Feli. Please wake up." He felt tears burn his eyes, vision blurring as he frantically tore at the blanket. Taking a sliver of cloth he submerged it in cool water to wipe the grime from Feli's face. He looked down to see that his once flawless chest was now sprinkled with blisters from where the flame managed to get a taste of his flesh. Feli was still not responding and he finally he gave in. Gilbert released a sob, clutching tightly to the tanned hand in his, he allowed himself to break.

Francis hid on the beams above Feli's bed, crying silently to himself. Beside him, Arthur and Alfred tried to comfort him. Arthur looked carefully at Feliciano and smiled, "Don't cry, Francis. It's not his time yet," he whispered to his friend. Just as they were going to go tell the same to Gilbert, a shadow appeared over him.

Gilbert felt a hand on his shoulder, making him jump in surprise. He glared at the hand, knowing well to whom it belonged to. "You killed him."

Wolfgang nodded, "It was my duty to do so, as horrible as it was. But at last my dear child, we are free from his evil spell. I do hope you will forgive me." He pulled out a long dagger and held it to his back while rubbing circles in his charge's back. "There, there. Don't cry Dämon. I know it hurts now but the pain will soon go away. You'll see, I'll put an end to all your suffering soon enou-"

"Gilbert."

Wolfgang stopped rubbing Gilbert's back, pulling away from him as if he were scalded, "What did you say?"

"My name is Gilbert," shouted the albino angrily turning around just in time to see Wolfgang raise the dagger over him. Quickly, he reached out and caught the older man's wrist in his large hand and managed to pry the dagger from his ex-master by kicking him in the stomach. Wolfgang landed on his back and crawled away until his back met a wall. Gilbert stalked him, red eyes never leaving blue. "All my life I've been suffering by your hands. All my life you've told me that the world is a dark cruel place but now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you! You never told me that I had a brother, why? Why couldn't I have stayed with-"

"Angelo," mumbled Feli weakly, drawing Gilbert out of his rant.

Gilbert tossed the dagger aside and rushed to Feli's side as he tried to get up, "Feliciano, You're ok!"

Feli coughed and smiled at the young bell ringer, "I've told you, silly. Friends can call me Feli." Gilbert smiled as he picked up the still weak prince.

Wolfgang growled in cruel anger, drawing out a sword from its sheath, "He lives." Gilbert saw this. Holding tightly to Feli, he rushed out the door with Wolfgang hot on his heal.

"Hold on," whispered Gilbert. Feli nodded, now wide awake. He held his breath while Gilbert climbed over the rail and onto the belling of a gargoyle, gripping it as tightly as he could. They heard Wolfgang curse under his breath with each failed attempt in locating them, until he finally stopped beside them.

With patience wearing thin, Wolfgang looked over the rail and found them dangling from the stoned beast. He smiled cruelly at them, "Found you! You two weren't thinking of leaving so soon were you?" He shoved his sword towards them, missing."

Gilbert grunted, "Hold on, Feli." Putting all his strength in his arm he swung them to the neighboring gargoyle just as Wolfgang swung his sword again, this time cutting into his forearm.

Peter tore his gaze away from his uncles working at creating a walkway that led to the cathedral. They'd already managed to lower the temperature of the oil as to prevent a fire and were only trying to get to their prince. His blue eyes widened at the sight. "Mummy, look up there!"

Tino looked to where his son was pointing; ignoring that he hadn't called him the usual 'papa Tino'. His own dark eyes widened, "Oh my god." His outburst attracted everyone else's attention. Fearful outcries for their prince's safety, as well as the bell ringer's, blurred into one.

Gilbert managed to dodge Wolfgang's other attacks as he swung form one gargoyle duct to another. "Here, Feli, climb -" without warning the albino pushed Feliciano over the rail to safety just as Wolfgang slashed at the Gargoyle supporting their weight. Gilbert reached out to a full gargoyle statue and climbed on top of it, wiping at his eyes now burning with the smoke from below.

"I should've known that you'd risk your own life to try and save that gypsy scum," growled Wolfgang with disgust, "Just as your mother died trying to save you."

He stopped rubbing at his eyes and stared at Wolfgang, "what?"

"Now I'm going to do what I should have done," the elder blond paused to grin at him wickedly, "twenty years ago!" Taking his a hold of Gilbert's cloak in his fist, he gave a hard tug, making the albino lose his balance.

Gilbert untied it from his neck and wrapped enough fabric around his wrist to swing onto a ledge. The force brought Wolfgang over with a yelp. Wolfgang held on to the other end of the cloak as Gilbert tried to climb high enough to reach the bars in between the rail.

Feli gasped when he saw them both fall over and rushed to the side, "Hold on, Angelo." Grasping the albino's hand with both of his he tried to tug him up but was still too weak to pull him over with the Wolfgang's added weight. Wolfgang saw the gargoyle aqueduct and began a rhythm in the fabric to swing himself onto its head.

Gilbert let go of the cloak and tried to reach his other hand to Feli's only to let it dangle, his eyes drooping from exhaustion and smoke inhalation. Feli saw this and tried harder to pull him up but his hands were beginning to get sweaty. A dark chuckle brought him out of his concentration and he turned to see Wolfgang standing on the aqueduct smiling at him sinisterly. His once blue eyes were glowing violet from agitation and dark mirth, "You really should have just picked me, 'Prince Feliciano'. There is no way God will ever forgive you for existing. No matter, I'll just do his job for him." And He shall praise me for overcoming this evil. Nodding to himself he raised his sword over his head, aiming to strike down the red head, " 'And He shall smite the wicked and plunge him down to the fiery pit!'" Feli widened his eyes in fear. Wolfgang took a step forward and lost his balance. He clung onto the Gargoyle, losing his sword in the process. Stone cracked as the stoned beast reared its head to look at Wolfgang. The old man's eyes widened in realization, his god had rejected him. "No," he whispered. The Gargoyle snarled angrily at him in response and broke off from the cathedral, sending them both into the glowing pit below.

"Angel, please wake up," muttered Feliciano frantically as his grip on the albino was getting weaker by the second. "Gilbert please- NO!" The prince yelled out in horror when he lost his grip on Gilbert all together. He looked over the edge to see that Ludwig had managed to catch him only a level below him. With shaky legs he rushed down to the stairs to them.

Ludwig had seen Wolfgang fall to his death and had heard Feli's frantic pleas for his brother to wake up. However he didn't know how he knew to look out from the rail, or rather what made him. The last thing he remembered before catching Gilbert was feeling a pair of cold hands on his body pushing him towards the rail. He was glad he did. Gilbert stared at him with wide eyes before clinging onto him. Ludwig hugged his brother protectively, murmuring calming words in German and gently rubbing the albino's back. That's how Feli found them when he managed to break through the door.

"Thank you, brother. Thank you. Thank you," whispered Gilbert, not letting go of Ludwig.

"Anytime, Brüderchen." Ludwig saw Feli from over Gilbert's shoulder and smiled. Feli taking this as an invitation ran behind Gilbert and hugged him tightly. The albino let go of his brother and turned around to return the hug. He pulled away and took a step back to grab Ludwig's hand. Gilbert gently pulled his brother closer so that Ludwig could take a hold of Feli's hand.

"I…I want to say that I am very happy to have two new brothers. I love you, both," he said looking down shyly, a blush gracing his snowy cheeks.

Feli chuckled and kissed the both on the cheeks before pulling them towards the stair way. "Come on lets go out there." The brothers nodded and allowed themselves to be dragged out by the red head. They watched curiously as his curl bounced happily with every step he took.

When they reached downstairs they, well Feli , was met by an overly excited archdeacon. "Thank god, you boys are safe." He hugged his grandson tightly to himself without showing that he'd let go anytime soon. Lovino was there as well; his men had finally cooled the oil enough to safely clean it up. He nodded once to Ludwig and smiled over at his brother. Antonio sat in his lap with bandages around his head looking dazed. "My boy's there's been a miracle!"

"The wicked witch is dead," asked Lovino hopefully, only to be smacked across the head by his grandfather making him laugh. "Don't spoil it, old man. I want Tonio to show them."

"Show us what," asked Gilbert, hiding shyly behind Ludwig and Feliciano.

Antonio smiled and turned to face him before gasping. He moved to stand up, gently patting his lover's shoulder in reassurance. Gilbert looked at his friend, puzzled. How did he know where he was moving without feeling around? It was then that he noticed that the Spaniard's green eyes where focused on his red. Ludwig and Feli parted away so that Antonio could get to Gilbert. Gilbert fidgeted uncomfortably under the intensity of his friend's gaze. Antonio was taking in everything. He let his eyes focus on the paleness of Gilbert's skin, his cheek bones peeking out from his boyish face. The unique white color of his hair. The pink under his red eyes. His eyes, they were like rubies. Antonio ran his hand through his friend's hair and laughed happily. "So, it is true then. I knew it!" He launched himself to hug his longtime friend. "I knew you were always beautiful."

"You did?" Gilbert was beyond puzzled. "I am?" He was always told he was ugly, so this new proclamation confused him to no end.

"Yes, you know how I knew? It's 'Cause you have a beautiful soul and that always shows through but now that I can actually see, I can confirm it. You were right to call him Angelo, Feli. This man truly is an angel." Lovino grinned and pulled his lover back, giving Gilbert room to breathe. The poor boy had skipped flushing red and went straight for purple. Romulus tried to give them all hugs but Lovino sputtered indignantly.

Feli giggled and held onto Ludwig's arm. "Ve~ we should all go outside. Let the people know we're ok."

"O-outside," stammered Gilbert hiding behind his brother again.

"Come on, Bruder," Ludwig said, coaxing his brother gently from behind him. "Nothing is bad is going to happen to you. I promise." Feli nodded and took both of their hands into his, ready to step into the sunlight.

Lovino and Antonio stepped out first, rousing a cheer from the crowd. Lovi motioned to Elizabeta to bring him something, which she did. She opened a parasol and held it over the door. Feli smiled at his brother's thoughtfulness and walked through pulling both men behind him. Gilbert tensed and tried to pull away but Ludwig brought him close. Putting a reassuring arm around his shoulder's he gently pushed him out, reaching out to hold the parasol for his younger brother. The crowd hushed at the sight of the albino bell ringer and gypsy twins waited for their response.

Peter looked over to Tino who smiled down at his son and released his hand. The boy held something in his hand as shyly made his way to Gilbert. Gilbert held his breath and stared down at the Peter waiting for whatever was in the boy's hand to be thrown at him. Peter looked up with bright blue eyes and smiled, "I found this in the Court of Miracles. Uncle Mathias said it was yours." He held out a silver necklace with the iron cross.

Gilbert's eyes widened and he took it from the offering hand. "Thank you for keeping it safe for me, um…"

Peter grinned, "Peter, my name's Peter!" He jumped up onto the startled albino to give him a hug, "I've waiting to see you again. I think you're awesome! You're eyes are so cool. Can I have eyes like that? What's your favorite color? Mine's blue but I like red too cause my uncle Mathias likes red. I have two daddies, do you-" Tino and Berwald rushed to pry their son from the blushing albino. Feliciano giggled and the crowd cheered in approval.

Lovino smiled at Lilly and Raivis as they huddled shyly behind Emma and her brother. Clearly they wanted to say hi to Gilbert too, so the gypsy king picked up Lilly and brought her closer. Gilbert smiled at the blushing girl and offered a hand to shake. She held on to it and kissed the knuckles sweetly, "Thank you for saving our prince. You are really kind."

"Thank you, little one." Gilbert's chest was slowly swelling with pride at the praises he was getting. He glanced above them and saw the three ghosts waving happily at them. Francis smiled broadly while Alfred held Arthur, who had been crying tears of joy. Francis had been right. Everything had been worth it.

"Um, sir?" Gilbert looked down at a boy with ruffled blond hair. He was older than Peter but the albino could tell that it wasn't by much. "There's a bird in your hair." Raivis pointed at Gilbert's head.

Gilbert reached up and felt a tiny body. He gently plucked it from his head and smiled upon recognizing the yellow feathers, "Gilbird, you came back my little friend!" He brought it up to nuzzle the creature against his face before putting him back on his head.

Feliks and Toris pushed through the crowd with their new furry friends rushing behind them. Ludwig grinned and knelt down with arms open to hug all his dogs. Aster, ever the calm gentle giant, walked up to his master with Pookie on his massive head. The cat purred and rubbed affectionately against the blond before jumping into her master's waiting arms.

Lovino chuckled and shouted, "Everyone, three cheers for Gilbert!" The crowd did so happily surrounding the young man and picking him up to parade him around the square. Ludwig and Feli exchanged smiles and cuddled close to one another, Feli completely disregarding that he was still shirtless. Lovi pulled out Chibi-Romano and made him tickle Lilly, "So here's a riddle to guess if you can, sing the bells of Notre Dame." Lovino's tenor voice rumbled in from his chest making the little girl giggle. "What makes a monster and what makes a man?" Elizabeta laughed when she saw her grime covered husband walk through the crowd with an equally dirty, and pouting, Vash on his shoulders. "Sing the bells, bells, bells, bells, bells, bells." Both she and her 'daughter' ran to greet them. "Bells, Bells." Feliciano pulled the Chibi-Romano from his brother's hand so he could hold his hand. His own sweet voice joining in the song, "Whatever and which you, can feel them bewitch you." The crowd brought Gilbert back to the steps of Notre Dame. He giggled happily and hugged his brother. "The rich and the ritual of the bells of Notre Dame!"

By the time everyone had settled down, the crowd dispersed, most wanting to get back home for some much needed sleep. Lovino and Antonio led the gypsies back to the Court of Miracles to rebuild their little city. Lovi had business to discuss with Berwald and he had to prepare for a summit with all the patriarchs and matriarch to discuss what he was planning. Feli and Ludwig stayed behind with Gilbert who was still giddy with excitement of being outside.

"Hey, Ludwig," called Gilbert, looking up from a bowl of oats.

"Hmm?" Ludwig was nursing Feli, who in their joy had forgotten that he'd gotten punched and nearly burned at the stake.

"You said I was awesome right?"

"Yes, well, I said you climbing down from your tower was awesome."

The younger brother ignored everything that followed his older brother's confirmation and nodded to himself. "Peter said I was awesome and that I had awesome eyes. That's three expressions of awesome directed towards me." Ludwig smiled behind his work and nodded in agreement. "So you know what that means?"

"I bet you're going to tell me…"

"It means that I'm awesome, kesesesese~!"

Ve, I'm done! Well sorta, I'm still going to write the epilogue, hopefully that gets posted sometime today or for sure by the end of the weekend. Thank you so much for sticking by me during this story. Honestly, I wasn't expecting much of a reaction to it but I'm glad you guys liked it. The ending...couldn't write Prussia and not put in his trade mark laugh, right?

Skysword: Gilbird is awesome, I'm thinking of getting a canary and calling him that. X3 I hope that the ending was ok he got to make another appearance ^_^

VivaAmerica: You're right it was oil. Thanks for reminding me ^.^ I went back and fixed it. Though I hope I didn't butcher it with the whole clean up thing...lol I tried to do some research on how that stuff would work and if it would catch fire and all that. I hope you enjoyed the ending...well technical ending, the epilogue is still going to be posted.

Fallen Heavens: =3 I think I will write a sequel but I hope I don't disappoint...I kinda wanted to use Seborga as N. Italy's son. We'll see though.

zoewinter1: I'm glad you liked it ^_^ Thank you for your kind words.