Human Names:

Christian- Australia

Kyle- New Zealand

Sarah- Wy

Matthew- Canada

Romulus- Grandpa Rome/ Roman Empire

Wolfgang- Germania

Sadiq- Turkey

"Alfie"- Alfred- America

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Hetalia nor do I own the songs from The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2.

"I'm disappointed in you, Matthew." Romulus stared down at the boy in shock. The little blond sniffed and hugged his teddy bear to himself, trying hard not to look away from the archdeacon's amber eyes. Romulus sighed and hugged Matthew close to him. "I know it's hard, my son. But you have to be strong. I know that you will overcome this."

Matthew nodded numbly and accepted the older man's hug. "I promise I won't steal again."

Romulus nodded happily, "Good boy. Now if you need a place to stay I'm sure we can arrange something with Wolfgang to allow you up in the dormitories with the others." At the mention of Wolfgang, Matthew shivered involuntarily. Wait others? Romulus picked up on this and smiled grimly, "W-well there is Antonio and-"

"There is only that blind bas- child. No other." They turned to the new voice and Matthew yelped, running to hide behind the priest. Wolfgang snorted at this and gave Romulus a leveled gaze. "I am leaving for the day. Be sure to keep others away from the bell tower. It's not safe for children to wonder in places they don't belong." Wolfgang didn't even spare a glace to the trembling child as he took his leave.

Romulus shook his head in exasperation, "Don't be scared, little one. He's gone."

"I-I still have my mama's old farm house. I can live there…me and Alfie were living there just fine b-b-before he got…" Fresh tears surfaced in the child's eyes and he cried into his teddy bear. Romulus hugged him again, murmuring a little lullaby in hopes to distract Matthew. "How am I supposed to survive, Father?"

Romulus thought to himself before breaking out into a smile. "I know. I have a garden full of tomatoes. We can't eat them all but what if you go and sell them in the market near your farm? I also have some seeds you can take with you so you can grow your own vegetables; you can eat and sell what you don't. You can keep the earnings."

Matthew hiccupped and looked at him with wide indigo eyes, "R-really?"

"Just as long as you promise me not to steal again, I don't see why not." Romulus picked him up and together they went to the garden shed to gather tools the boy would need.

10 Years later

The farm didn't look as bad as it did ten years ago. It was a humble thing, yes, but it was home. Matthew was putting the finishing touches on his berry pie before sliding it in the oven. With everything that had been going on in the city, Matthew had kept to his farm throughout the week. He didn't want to get caught up in all the trouble, never mind that he sold in the mini-market near his home and hadn't actually gone to the city in so long, so he had a surplus of berries in his home.

"Maybe I should make preserves to sell, eh Mr. Kumajirou," he asked his bear. Kumajirou was the runt in the litter he picked up after his old bear died. That had been a few years ago and the bear still looked like a cub. No matter, that made it easier to care for him. Not to mention he loved carrying him around. The little bear looked at him in confusion before going back to his meal of fish and berries. Smiling fondly at his pet, Matthew opened his window only to frown at the sky. It was dark and foreboding. He felt a shiver run down his spine. Out of the corner of his eye he could make out four hooded figures. 'Wonder who that is…' Shaking his head to himself he focused on what he would need for the preserves.

"It's been a while since we've had visitors, eh Mr. Kumajirou?" Matthew sat at his table removing seeds from the berries. "It's been kind of lonely-" A series of rapid knocks interrupted his conversation with his bear cub. He smiled, "Maybe we'll have a guest tonight." The blond wiped his hands on his apron and looked around his house quickly to make sure everything was in order. He opened his door to welcome his guest only to pale at the sight before him. Wolfgang stood at the door glaring at him. Beside him was a younger version of him and behind them was a small group of soldiers. 'Maple…'

Wolfgang didn't wait to be invited in and shoved the petrified man out of the way. Outside a group of bystanders watched uneasily. He could hear their whispers of pity. Mr. Kumajirou ran into his arms and buried is fluffy head into the base of his neck. After inspecting the home, Wolfgang stopped before the young man, "We found this gypsy talisman on your property, have you been harboring gypsies?"

"P-please sir," whimpered Matthew. "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." 'Oh maple, what did I do to deserve this?'

"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.

Matthew wiped his eyes but more tears came out, "I wish you were here, big brother. I need you, you wouldn't have let this happen." He looked up when he heard something being pressed against his door. Running towards it he tried to open it only to see that his door had been locked from the outside. The poor man began to hyperventilate when he heard what Wolfgang was telling the captain. 'Burn? Burn what? Surly not the farm, I'm still inside!' Matthew tried to look out his window but was instantly pushed backward by flames.

"Oh God! Oh God, help me! Please someone" he screamed out, burying he face in his bear's fur. Mr. Kumajirou wailed out in fear as well. Neither noticed when Ludwig jumped through the window and pulled them to safety. Matthew didn't even realize that he was no longer in danger when he was outside. He could barely register the scent of soap and smoke on his blond savior. His bear clung tightly onto his back just as he was sure he was clinging to Ludwig. He could feel gentle hands coaxing him away from the scene but the only thing he could process was that his home was gone. Everything he had was gone. Everything was…gone.

He could hear faint voices. Screaming. Yelling. Matthew woke with a start. 'Thank goodness, it was just a nightmare.' He opened in indigo eyes and looked around him, "T-this isn't my home." His bear curled into him, still fast asleep. He was met with a pair of green eyes and blond hair, next to him was a little auburn haired girl with the same eyes holding a lamb in her arms.

"You alright there, mate," asked the man.

"Um. Yes, sir. What happened?"

The little girl snorted, "Wolfgang burned your house down, trying to set an example to the rest of us."

"Example?"

The man nodded and poured some water out for Matthew to drink, "Ay, it's so that we don't hold back information on the gypsy prince."

"Who?"

Both rolled their eyes but it was the girl who spoke, "The gypsy prince. You know the cute guy who dances for money in the city, the one who made a fool of Judge Wolfgang in the Festival of Fools." At getting no response she added, "Come on! The guy is a legend. Wolfgang has this sick obsession with him. Though, from the looks of it he has some competition with his grandson. You know the guy who pulled you out of your shack." This received as smack on her bum from the man next to her. "Sorry, anyway, I don't think its much of a competition because, really have you seen his grandson? He's really cute himself in a more manly sense." Her brother rolled his eyes at that. "From the sound of things Prince Feliciano is also smitten with him because he saved him from death shortly after you passed out." Her eyes became shiny, "I really hope everything works out for them! I bet they would have the cutest babies. How would that even work though? Big brother can men have-"

Her brother's eyes widened and he blushed heavily before sputtering out, "I-I-don't ask me things like that! Now hush, can't you see you're overwhelming out guest." He turned back to his guest with a sheepish smile, "I'm sorry about that. It's just its not every day we get visitors, Sarah is just excited is all."

Matthew handed the man his cup back and shook his head, "Its ok but I'm afraid I have no idea who or what you're talking about." What on earth was a gypsy prince? None of his guests ever mentioned him but then again if Wolfgang was going through all this trouble then he must be someone important. But if there was a prince, then wouldn't there be a king or a queen? Wouldn't they be more important than prince? "I don't get out much really."

The three turned to face the door when it was burst open. In its wake stood a brunette with same eyes as the others, they narrowed upon seeing Matthew. "You need to leave."

"Now, now, Christian-"

"Don't you 'now now' me, Kyle." Christian lifted Matthew up from his spot on the bed by his arm and dragged him out. "It's nothing personal, kid but I can't have what happened to you happen to my family."

"But big brother," started Sarah, "he doesn't have anywhere to go!" Christian ignored her pleas and picked up the bear as well to hand to Matthew.

Matthew sighed sadly and nodded, "It's ok. I appreciate the hospitality. I'm sorry for the trouble."

Christian's eyes softened, "Listen, I'm sorry but I have my family to think about. I don't want to give Wolfgang an excuse to attack us as well. My siblings all I've got."

"I understand." Matthew walked back to the remains of his home. It was pitiful. The side beams were the only thing standing. "Sit here and don't move, ok Mr. Kumajirou? I just want to take a look around." The bear cub nodded and sat on its bum while his master shifted through the ash of what use to be his bed in hopes to find his sketch of his brother. His vision began to get blurry with tears. It wasn't there. His savings were gone too. He picked up charred coins and tossed them away angrily. They were no good anymore. Why? Why do you hate me so much, God? Why would you take this from me too? Choking back a sob he got up from the floor, not caring anymore that he was dirty and picked up his bear and walked towards the city.' Hopefully Father Romulus will still remember me,' he thought to himself. He had stopped going to Notre Dame all together sometime in the past ten years and felt rather guilty of not going back to thank the man. Unfortunately he hadn't realized that his time in isolation would prove to be harmful towards his sense of navigation. His eyes widened. "It sure did grow didn't Mr. Kumajirou?" The city looked terrible. Soot and heavy smoke was everywhere. Despite the flames and pain that seemed to radiate from every pore of the city, Matthew could appreciate the majesty beneath it. He spotted a carriage being prepared for departure and saw that food was being loaded into the back. His stomach rumbled angrily at the sight and his mouth watered at the smell of dried meat. Mr. Kumajirou pawed at his hair, he was hungry too.

"I-I shouldn't steal but…"Matthew's stomach growled again and his bear cried out softly. Stealing his nerves he walked towards the carriage after waiting for the men to turn their backs. Quickly as he could he moved in and pulled out a loaf of bread and a link of sausage before running to hide in an alley. His bear snatched the sausage link after he took a bite and ate it.

"It's good isn't it?" Matthew yelped at the deep voice above him. There stood a tall man with a white mask over his face, a fez hat sat precariously on his head.

"I-" Matthew dropped the bread when the man picked him up and pushed him against the wall. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to steal! I was hungry and-"

"And you saw something you wanted and just took it without permission. You stole from me boy and people who steal from the great Sadiq usually get their arms severed." Matthew paled at that and began to sob uncontrollably. Sadiq looked him over in surprise. Despite the soot and ash on his body he looked very…cute. The boy had a feminine like face with but still held a boyish attribute to it. His body, brown eyes looked down his body. Matthew wore an oversized shirt so his slender shoulders and collar bone was visible to him. His pants were held up by a worn out belt and he was barefoot. The boy was the epitome of cuteness.

"What's going on here?" Both men looked up to see Wolfgang looking at him with an annoyed and exasperated expression.

"Nothing, sir," responded Sadiq swiftly tightening his hold on Matthew. "My assistant was just telling me that he's going to miss the city when we leave." Wolfgang raised an eyebrow at Matthew. Had he seen him somewhere? Nodding slowly at Sadiq, he clicked his tongue to his horse and walked away. Whimpering brought Sadiq's attention back to the small man in his hands. "Now, I think you owe me two things." Matthew opened his mouth to speak but quickly closed it when he felt his wrists being squeezed tighter. "You're cute and you managed to steal from my carriage without my men noticing. You got lucky but a little guy like you will be eaten alive in a world like this one." Matthew closed his eyes. He didn't need to be told. He knew he was worthless. He had lost everything, not that he had much to begin with. And even that wasn't something he had earned, it had been handed to him. "So, I think it would be in your best interest to just do as I say."

Indigo eyes opened again. What? What had this man said? He didn't care anymore. If it meant he got to eat, if it meant he would be safe, he would agree to anything this man said. So he nodded sadly and allowed himself to be dragged back to the carriage.

Hey! ^_^ This was just an introduction to Canada's history before getting into the story. Madeline was said to be young when the magician found her and took her under his wing, but I figured it would be best this way. Poor Canada, don't worry he'll get your happiness too. I used Turkey as the villain this time…truth be told the only reason it took this long to start on the sequel was because I could not figure out who to use as the villain. Turkey is pretty cool but I wasn't too happy when he was trying to kidnap Romano 3 He also gave Spain a run for his money and poor Lithuania…anyway. I'm channeling him in his Ottoman days. I hope to release the next chapter by the end of the weekend.