Hetalia Fairy Tales

Disney's Hercules Part 12

"A-and I'm his gopher!" The gopher, Feliciano, added before they turned back into themselves. "Ta-dah!" They say together.
Delara sighed. "I thought I smelled a rat."
"Del ..." Gilbert said as he walked up to her from behind.

Prussia: I'm back!

"Speak of the devil." Delara groaned in annoyance.

Hungary: literally.

Prussia: Hey!

Gilbert wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. "Del, my little flower, my little bird, my little nutmeg. What exactly happened here? I thought you were gonna persuade the river guardian to join my team for the uprising, and here I am kind of river guardian-less."

Nyo England: you do know nutmeg was supposed to be a play on her name, right?

Me: yes. I know.

Nyo England: then why didn't you do anything with it?

Me: cause I couldn't think of anything!? What he supposed to say? My deli sandwich!?

Prussia: *laughing* Turkey is my deli sandwich!

Nyo Turkey: *face palm* I'm surrounded by idiots.

America: Hey! Wrong Disney movie!

"I gave it my best shot, but he made me an offer I had to refuse." Delara stated as she moved away from him.
"Fine. So instead of subtracting two years from your sentence, hey, I'm gonna add two on, okay? Give that your best shot." Gilbert said with a cruel smile.
"Look, it wasn't my fault, it was this Wonderboy, Hercales." Delara defended herself.
Feliciano paced nervously. "Hercales ... why does that name ring a bell?"
"I don't know ... maybe we owe him money?" Lovino answered with a worried shrug.
"What was that name again?" Gilbert asked worriedly.
"Heracles." Delara answered simply. Gilbert flared into his red flames again for a moment and looked over towards Lovino and Feliciano.

Italy and Romano: *gulp*

"He comes on with this big innocent farm
boy routine, but I could see through that in a Peloponnesian minute." Delara continued not noticing what Gilbert was doing.
"Wait a minute. Wasn't Hercales the name of that kid we were s'posed to --" Lovino said as the light bulb went on in his head.
"Oh, my gods!" Lovino and Feliciano screamed at the same time as they looked at each other.

Spain and Germany: *trying not to laugh*

Romano: you bastards better not!

"Run for it!" Feliciano screamed as they tried to run. Unfortunately for them, Gilbert grabbed them by the tails and dragged them back towards him.
"So you took care of him, huh? 'Dead as a doornail.' Weren't those your exact words?" Gilbert hissed at the two.
"This might be a different Hercules!" Lovino suggested nervously.
"Yeah! I mean Hercales is a very popular name nowawadays!" Feliciano said though the last few words came out strangled because Gilbert tightened his hold.
"Remember, like, a few years ago, every other boy was named Jason, and the girls were all named Brittany?" Lovino tried to suggest again.
"I'm about to rearrange the cosmos ... and the one schmiel." He said as he threw Lovino and Feliciano to the ground. "Who can louse it up is
waltzing around in the woods!" He exploded into red flames, destroying all the trees and things around him. Delara ducked to avoid the flames, then stood up again.
"Wait! Wait, big guy! We can still cut in on his waltzing." Lovino tried to bargain so him and Feliciano wouldn't end up dead.
"That's right! And-and-and we made him mortal. That's a good thing. Didn't we?" Feliciano said and looked over at Lovino. His brother nodded in agreement.
"Hmm. Fortunately for the three of you, we still have time to correct this rather egregious oversight. And this time, no foul-ups." Gilbert ordered with a hiss as he dropped the twins on the ground before wrapping an arm around Delara's waist and pulling her over.
Meanwhile, Hercales and Folkert are still riding on Kiku's back as he flew over Thebes.
"Wow! Is that all one town?" Hercales asked as he looked below.
"One town, a million troubles. The one and only Thebes. The Big Olive itself. If you can make it there, you can make it anywhere." Folkert stated before they landed and started walking through the crowds.

Nyo America: the big olive... *chuckles*

"Stick with me, kid. This city is a dangerous place." When given the signal, they began to cross a road, and were almost hit by a carriage.
"Look where you're goin', numbskull!" Stefan, the driver, yelled behind him.

Bulgaria: cool.

"Hey, I'm walkin' here!" Folkert yelled back. He then turned to Hercales. "You see what I mean? I'm tellin' you -- wackos."
"Pita bread, pita bread, get your pita bread here!" Jakub yelled as they passed.

Slovakia: I'm here too!

Me: yeah this story has so many minor characters.

"Hey, Mack." Iakovos, the smuggler, opened his coat at Folkert and Hercales.

Greece and Nyo Turkey: Cyprus!?

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Jakub yelled.
"You wanna buy a sundial?" Iakovos asked pointing to the sundials on the inside of his coat.
"He's not interested, alright?" Folkert told him before he looked to Hercales again. "Come on, kid." 
"The end is coming! Can't you feel it?" Jakub asked them.
"Yes, yes. Thank you for the info. Yes. We'll ponder that for a while." Folkert told him, not really caring. He then turned to Hercales again.

Nyo America: it's funny cause that's kinda what Gibert is trying to do.

"Just stare at the sidewalk. Come on. Don't make eye contact. People here are nuts. That's because they live in a city of turmoil. Trust me, kid, you're gonna be just what the doctor ordered." Folkert told him as they continued through the crowd.
Further along, a group of people surround a fountain. They all look miserable. Folkert and Hercales stopped a short distance away and listened to them.
"It was tragic! We lost everything in the fire!" Wendy complained.
"Everything ... except old Snowball here." Jakub, the man from earlier, said as he held up a burnt black cat, which mews weakly.
"Now were the fires before or after the earthquake?" Jett asked curiously.
"They were after the earthquake -- I remember." Lucille answered sadly.

Monoco: nice. I'm here too.