A/N: [gets down on knees and apologizes] I am so sorry I haven't updated this in forever. I lost inspiration and I just couldn't do anything for it. Now that I have a little bit of inspiration back, I am kind of cringing at how this was written.
I feel as though I have grown as a writer since, and I want to rewrite this. I apologize to everyone who was hoping for progression in the story. Some things will change, and some things will remain the same.
This story has not been beta'd. All mistakes you see are mine and I apologize for them. I am considering getting a beta for this story.
Some Greek yyths will be placed into this story for fun, but generally we are sticking to the Disney 'Hercules' (but not exactly because that would be no fun). So you will see quite a few things that do not match up with actual Greek myths and legends.
Italics are for the narrator
Regular text is for everything else
I own nothing. This is simply a story for entertainment purposes. I make no money off of this. All rights to Hercules belong to Disney.
~HETALIA~
Long ago in the far away land of ancient Greece, there was an age of extraordinary strange gods and bumbling heroes. Possibly the oddest tale out of all these heroes, was the one of the mighty Hercules.
But what is the measure of a true hero? That is where our story begins…
"Like, would you just listen to that?"
"Feliks, shhh!"
"Toris, the author is, like, making this sound totally weird! How are people supposed to remain interested in the story?"
"Feliks it's not polite to interrupt…"
"Maybe we should take it from here, aru!"
I beg your pardon. Exactly who are you?
"Oh, we're the muses, aru," from the shadows stepped a Chinese man, wrapped in a red Grecian robe with long black hair pulled back into a ponytail. By his side were two other men, one with blonde hair and a slightly shorter pink robe, and the other an embarrassed brunette wearing a blue robe.
"I am Yao," the man introduced himself, "and these two are Feliks and Toris."
I see. But I thought there were five of you?
"GODS DAMNIT ANTONIO I TOLD YOU WE WERE LATE!" A very angry brunette stormed in, fuming at the other light brown haired man who followed him. Both were wearing matching white robes with a slight hint of red around the edges.
"Eh? No! Lovi I am so sorry!" Antonio tried to fuss over Lovino, but was smacked away whenever he attempted to get close to the other man.
Correct me if I am wrong…which I don't think I am…but none of you are Greek…
"Not all of the gods are one nationality, aru!"
But the legends state-
"Those legends are, like, completely out of date! They even got the name wrong, it's Heracles, not Hercules!" Feliks poked out his lower lip in an obvious pout. "We can definitely tell this story the best! The true way it was meant to be told!"
"After all, we are the muses, gods of the arts and proclaimers of heroes. Who else better to tell this story than us?" Lovino sniffed.
I suppose that does make sense…Very well. You go guys.
"So who wants to start?" Antonio asked.
All of the muses looked at each other, and a shiver ran through some of them.
"You tell the start of it all, Antonio. I never liked this part anyways. It's fucking creepy." Romano nudged his companion.
"Awww~ Lovi, there isn't anything to be afraid of!"
"Shut up bastard! I didn't say I was afraid! I just said it was fucking creepy!"
"Would you two, like, stop fighting and get on with it! I wanna get on to the good stuff!" Feliks rubbed his hands together excitedly.
Antonio shrugged in compliance and started speaking, "Now you see the story starts further back than Heracles's birth. It actually begins back when the world was new, these giant monsters called Titans ran around just completely messing up the world. It was pretty nasty." Antonio made a face.
"But then along came Alfred!" Feliks went on excitedly. "He hurled his thunderbolts at the monsters and managed to stop them from destroying the world!"
"He even managed to trap them in a vault deep within the earth." Toris said.
"And after that he brought some peace to the earth, which was very nice. We all needed a breather after dealing with the Titans for so long." Yao said.
It's then I believe Heracles's story begins, on Mount Olympus, the home of the gods.
~AND THAT'S THE GOSPEL TRUTH~