Hetalia Fairy Tales

Disney's Hercules Part 9

"But I'm different from those other guys, Folkert! I can go the distance! Come on, I'll show ya!" Hercales announced before he grabbed Folkert by the hand and pulled him out the door. Folkert hit his head on the Argo as they passed it.
"Geez, you don't give up, do ya?" Folkert asked when they were back outside. Hercales let go of his hand.
"Watch this." Hercales said before he picked up a huge piece of statue and whirled it around like a discus. He let it go and it sailed miles across the ocean. Folkert watched in amazement.

Germany and Prussia: *snort*

"Holy Akantha... you know, maybe if I -- no!  Snap out of it!" He said before he slapped himself in the face. "I'm too old to get mixed up in this stuff again."
"But if I don't become a true hero, I'll never be able to rejoin my father, Romulus." Hercales explained sadly, trying to get him to change his mind.
"Hold it! Zeus is your father, right?" Folkert asked. Hercales and Kiku both nodded and Folkert started laughing.

Germania: *cracks a smile before his face goes back to being neutral*

Rome: just you wait...

"Romulus! The big guy! He's your daddy! Mr. Flaming Bolts! Read me a book would you, da-da? Romulus!" Folkert then mimicked Romulus before he fell to the ground laughing. "Once upon a time --"

Germania: *trying so hard not to laugh*

Rome: *waiting impatiently*

"It's the truth!" Hercales interrupted in his defense.
"Puh-leeze!" Folkert waves his hand as if dismissing him. He got up and jumped down a small hill.
"So ya wanna be a hero, kid,
Well, whoop-de-do
I have been around the block before
With blockheads just like you..." Folkert sang as he walked through a few fallen over and broken columns. He throws a stone head back at Hercales which he easily catches.
"Each and every one a disappointment,
Pain for which there ain't no ointment
So much for excuses," Hercales and Kiku followed him to the cliffs before the sea as Folkert stood at the edge. The blonde turned to face them again.
"Though a kid of Romulus is
Askin' me to jump into the fray
My answer is two words --" Folkert sang as he held up to fingers. Dark thunder clouds appeared behind him.

Prussia: *laughing cause Germania is singing*

Germania: *facepalm* why....

He is shocked with a bolt of lightning. "O-kay."

Rome and Prussia: *dyeing on the ground from laughter.*

Germania: *growls*

"You mean you'll do it?" Hercales asked excitedly.
"You win." Folkert said defeated as he walked down the hill.
"You won't be sorry, Folkert." Hercales said as he high fived Kiku.
"Oh, gods." Folkert cursed as he walked away from the two and wiped a hand over his face.

Germania: What I have said about Rome since the moment we met.

Rome: I'm not that bad!

"So when do we start? Can we start now?" Hercales asked as they followed him.
"Oy, vay." Folkert said with a sigh.
They were soon out in the training field. The blonde began to get out all his old equipment.
"I'd given up hope that someone would come along
A fella who'd ring the bell for once, not the gong
The kind who wins trophies
Won't settle for low fees
At least semi-pro fees
But no -- I get the green horn..." Folkert sang as he looked through his old stuff. He pulled out a trophy that he though was first place after cleaning it, finding it was 11th.
"I've been out to pasture, pal, my ambition gone
Content to spend lazy days and to graze my lawn," Folkert and a few goats eat the grass to make the field ready for training.

Rome and Prussia: *laughing so hard they can't breath*

"But you need an advisor,
A satyr, but wiser
A good merchandiser and -- whoa!
There goes my ulcer!" Folkert continued as Hercales accidentally shot him in a bow instead of an arrow. He flew threw many of the equipment on the course before hit the bullseye; his horns dug into it.
"I'm down to one last hope and I hope it's you
Though, kid, you're not exactly a dream come true
I've trained enough turkeys
Who never came through
You're my one last hope
So you'll have to do." Folkert sung and scolded before sighing at Hercales tried to do some of the other training. Once he dropped an egg on Folkert's head cause he could not balance it. His teacher became red with rage.
"Rule #6: When rescuing a damsel, always handle with care." Folkert taught to his student who was doing practice before he blew a whistle to start. Hercales ran across a log to rescue the 'damsel', which was actually just a dummy, but he tripped and they both fell into the river below. "NO!" He yelled down at him.

Prussia: well look... my childhood.....

Germania: *arch eyebrow*

Prussia: I was awesome but you love to tell me that I did your training wrong.

Germania: cause you did.

Later, Folkert stood in front of a few targets. "Rule #95, kid: Concentrate!" Kiku gave Hercales some daggers, which he threw at the targets without really looking. "Rule #96: Aim!" Hercales and Kiku see they've surrounded Folkert with daggers. One far too close to a dangerous place for comfort.

Prussia and Rome: *laughing again*

Germania: are we sure Prussia is my kid and not Rome's?

Prussia: Vati! Don't be like that! I'm your awesome son!

"Demi-gods have faced the odds
And ended up a mockery
Don't believe the stories that
You read on all the crockery." Folkert sung as during winter Hercales tried to save the dummy again. He swung in and got it, only to rip it apart against a rock as Folkert and Kiku watched.
"To be a true hero, kid, is a dying art." Folkert sang as Hercales tried to hit moving targets with knives. He missed all of them. He sighed sadly and looked away, disheartened; he threw the last one. It hit a bulls eye.