Hetalia Fairy Tales

Disney's Hercules Part 20

"Gotcha!" Lovino yelled at Kiku with a cruel smile.
Meanwhile back in the stadium, Hercales landed from his jump into the sky.
"Ah, very nice! What I'm trying to say is --" Folkert began but was cut off by Hercales.
"That if it hadn't been for you, I never would have met her. Oh, I owe ya big time, little guy, I do." Hercales said happily and gratefully.

Rome and Prussia: *chuckling* little guy.

Germania: *growl*

"Will you just knock it off for a couple of seconds?" Folkert asked starting to get annoyed.
"Rule #38, come on, Folkert, keep them up there, huh? Folkert, I got two words for ya: duck!" Hercales said as he punched playfully out at Folkert, who ducked the blow.
"Listen to me! She's --" Folkert tired again, but was again cut off. 
"A dream come true?" Hercales asked.
"Not exactly ..." Folkert trailed off, feeling bad that he would have to tell him the news.
"More beautiful than Michelle?" Hercales said dreamily as he thought about Delara.
"Aside from that!" Folkert said getting annoyed again.
"The most wonderful --" Hercales tried to continue, but Folkert finally lost it. This time the blonde cut him off.
"She's a fraud!! She's been playin' ya for a sap!" Folkert yelled at him.

Greece: oh, no kidding.

"Aw, come on -- stop kiddin' around." Hercales said not believing him.
"I'm not kiddin' around." Folkert answered simply.
"I know you're upset about today, but that's no reason to --" Hercales said trying to defend her and Folkert interrupted him.
"Kid, you're missin' the point!" Folkert interjected.
"The point is -- I love her." Hercales stated.
"She don't love you." Folkert said simply.
"You're crazy." Hercales said shaking his head.
"She's nothin' but a two-timin',..." Folkert began, but Hercales cut him off.
"Stop it!" Hercales yelled at him, but Folkert don't listen.

Greece: this is stupid! It's Turkey! Of course she's evil! I hate standing up for her!

Nyo Turkey: I hate you.

"No-good, lyin', schemin' --" Folkert hissed angrily, continuing even after his warning.

Greece: the truth...

Nyo Turkey: am not.

Greece: are too

Me:... this is going to go on for a while. So back to the story.

"Shut up!" Hercales yelled as he lashed out. He picked Folkert up and threw him across the stadium. Folkert flew through the air and landed in some of the equipment.
Regret quickly flashed across Hercales' face when he realized what he just did. "Folkert, I -- oh, I'm -- I'm sorry ..."
"Okay, okay, that's it. You won't face the truth?  Fine." Folkert growled as he got to his feet. He began to head out of the stadium.
"Folkert, wait. Where you going?" Hercales called after him.
"I'm hoppin' the first barge outta here. I'm goin' home." Folkert yelled back at him.
"Fine! G -- go! I don't -- I don't need you." Hercales yelled at him as Folkert slumped forward even more, feeling even worse.
"I thought you were gonna be the all-time champ. Not the all-time chump." Folkert said simply over his shoulder. Folkert left, and Hercales watched guiltily after him. Then Gilbert appeared with a puff of smoke, lying casually on the bar Hercales used for his exercises.

Prussia: yep. I have arrived.

"Geez, Louise! What got his goat, huh?" Gilbert laughed before he swings down to the ground.
"Baboom. Name is Gilbert, Lord of the Dead.  Hi, how ya doin'?" He said as he held out a hand to Hercales to shake.
"Not now, okay?" Hercales said sad and tiredly.
"Hey, hey, I only need a few seconds, and I'm a fast talker, right? See, I've got this major deal in the works ... a real estate venture, if you will.  And Herc -- you little devil, you, may I call you Herc?  You seem to be constantly getting in the way of it, huh?" Gilbert said quickly and energetically.

Germany: no kidding. He talks too fast and too much.

Prussia: No and it's awesome!

"You've got the wrong guy." Hercales answered obviously having no clue what he was talking about. 
"Hear me out, ya little -- heh-heh. Just -- hear me out, okay? So I would be ... eternally grateful if you would just ... take a day off from this hero business of yours.  Geez, I mean monsters, natural disasters. Phew. You wait a day, okay?" Gilbert asked genuinely.
"You're out of your mind." Hercales said simply and started to turn away.
"Not so fast, because, ya see ... I do have a little leverage you might wanna know about." Gilbert said with a small chuckle. He snapped his fingers and Delara appeared in the stands.
"Del!" Hercales yelled in surprise upon seeing her.
"Don't listen, Herc --" Delara began to warn him. She was cut off when Gilbert bound and gagged her with his smoke, then made her disappear again.
"Let her go!" Hercales demanded angrily.
"Here's the trade-off. You give your strength for about 24 hours, okay? Say the next 24 hours and Del here is free as a bird and safe from harm. We dance, we kiss, we schmooze, we carry on, we go home happy. What d'ya say?C'mon." Gilbert offered with a smile.
"People are ... are gonna get hurt, aren't they?" Hercales asked concerned and a bit unsure of what to do.
"Nah! I mean, you know, it's a possibility. It happens 'cause, y'know, it's war -- but what can I tell ya? Anyway, what do you owe these people, huh? Isn't Del -- little smoochy face -- isn't she more important than they are?" Gilbert said cruelly and teasingly. He made Delara reapers next to him and he squished her cheeks in his hand. She glared at Gilbert.
"Stop it!" Hercales demanded both worried and angrily.
"Isn't she?" Gilbert questioned him with a cruel smile as he let go of her face.

Prussia: dang. I make an amazing villain.

Germany: you're just saying lines, bruder.

Prussia: and my acting absolutely amazing.

Germany: *groaned in annoyance and face palmed.*

"You've gotta swear she'll be safe from any harm." Hercales said sadly.
"Fine, okay, I'll give ya that one. Del is safe, otherwise you get your strength right back, yadda-yadda, fine print, boiler plate, baboom.  Okay? We're done. What d'ya say we shake on it?" Gilbert said as he offered his hand again.