(Author's note- You ever have that ship that you just can't write angst for? Yeah, this is that ship for me. I tried to keep the theme of doing the dark, sad part of the movie for each ship but no, I couldn't do it. Anyway hope you still enjoy the story. Thank you to sasunaru13, Cone of Depression, and guest for your lovely reviews. In the future if you're looking for different ships for the people I've already done ex. USUK or PruHun, know that I have those stories and tons more planned out each with their own fairytale, so patience is key. Also note that I do not own Hetalia or Hercules. All rights go to Hidekaz Himaruya and Disney. Please consider reviewing and enjoy!)

(Author's note 2- So something was going on with this chapter where it wasn't being uploaded and the link wasn't working for me and it was stressing me out so I decided to make the irrational decision to delete this chapter and reupload it to see if it works. If you got the notification and thought this was a new chapter, sorry)

Hercules

Heracles (Greece)= Hercules (Duh, lol)

Kiku (Japan)= Meg (He sold his soul to Sadik and was forced to work for him, so if he appears kind of cold in the story, it is just because he doesn't want anyone getting hurt by his boss because of the choices he made)

Helena (Ancient Greece)= Zeus

Sadik (Turkey)= Hades (God, can you imagine this jerk being an actual god of death? *shudders*)

Muhammed (Egypt)= Phil (Okay, so I know in canon Egypt's name is Gupta, but I'm Arabic and I just can't get over how much that doesn't make sense. It's not an Arabic name, and in the Arabic alphabet there is no "p" so the name couldn't exist. So for my own personal reasons, I'm using his middle name instead. Sorry if there is a problem with that)

Muhammed's cheers of congratulations and Pegasus' neighs were loud and aggressive. The beaten centaur's groans of pain, the rushing of the river they had been fighting in, and the beating of Pegasus' wings as he hovered in the air were also there, just more subtle. But none of them really comprehended in Heracles' mind. All he really processed was the man he had just saved as the stranger made his way out of the rushing water and onto the banks.

"You did well Heracles. With more practice, it is not out of the question for you to become a hero and join your mother… where are you going?" A slightly offended at being ignored Muhammed asked.

Heracles didn't even realize that he had been moving towards the smaller man. It was like gravity was pulling him forward, desperate to see more of someone so stunning. When he was right in front of the dripping wet figure, the usually smooth and well-practiced Greek man had nothing to say. His thoughts were preoccupied with pale, blemish free skin, hair that he wanted to run his fingers through or pet like one of his cats, and eyes so beautiful he felt unworthy to be looked at.

Realizing that the man had been looking up at him questioningly and that he had been staring for probably more than too long, Heracles tried to look away, but only ended up noticing the shivers that ghosted along the man's arms. The Greek hero made quick work in shrugging off his jacket and tucking it around the man. He was sp busy trying not to be caught staring again, he didn't see the Asian man's pale face turn red when he noticed his saviour's muscular arms.

Eyes locked when Heracles finished adjusting the jacket. The places where skin had met skin seemed to burn in the best possible way. Again the demigod was enamoured by his eyes. They possessed an intelligence and alertness that was somehow also calm and soothing. Perfect didn't even begin to describe them.

An awkward throat clearing by Muhammad alerted Heracles to the fact that, despite there being a lingering feeling of a relationship so deep it had to have been forged years ago, no words had been spoken between the two. Desperate to interact with his damsel in distress, Heracles drawled out in his slow, sleepy tone, "I'm sorry you got wet sir. I'll be more careful next time."

The other man raised an eyebrow slightly and seemed to have a teasing tone, though still fairly polite and neutral, when he shot back, "And why do you assume there will be a next time?"

The stranger's accent was instantly Heracles' favourite in the world, despite its origin being unknown. He chuckled and retorted, "I would consider it a gift from the gods if I had the chance to save someone as beautiful as you again."

With widened eyes and a shocked expression, the man became so adorable Heracles had to fight the urge to coddle him, hold him close, and never let him go.

Turning away in embarrassment, the Asian man mumbled back, "Well I never asked for your assistance."

At this Heracles tilted his head. "But… you were in danger. Who knows what that monster would have done to you."

Dipping down, the angel began to wring out his shirt, slightly disappointing the Greek man when he didn't completely remove it. As he did this, he stated, "I was perfectly in control of the situation, and even if I had gotten hurt, it wouldn't have been any of your business."

Heracles felt his heart drop. The thought of the stranger in front of him being hurt in any way was unbearable. Still he couldn't stop the confusion that the statement brought. Who willingly did business with a centaur? Everyone in all of Greece knew that they were violent and barbaric creatures.

"But…" Heracles never got to finish his sentence. The man had apparently finished drying off, and stood up to face the hero. Silently he removed the jacket and returned the now wet article back to its owner. With a finality that was too sure and something almost like regret hidden beneath the tranquility in his eyes, the man averted his gaze and began walking down the river.

Already feeling the heartbreak at losing someone so special after so little time, Heracles moved to go after him, but Muhammed's hand on his arm stopped him. In his normal mature and friendly tone, the Egyptian advised, "Let him be. You can't expect all to be grateful for what you do. C'mon, there will be others to save"

"Yeah…" Heracles said halfheartedly, though in actuality he wanted nothing more than to go after the man, because there was no way anyone would come close to the man he just met. Still, despite being categorized as the type to be intimate with anyone, the demigod did have respect. So he followed his mentor's light tugging and turned away.

Just as he was about to mount Pegasus and continue flying towards Thebes, a voice that was somehow still quiet despite being projected across a clearing called out sheepishly, "Wait."

Turning around, Heracles' heart caught in his throat when he saw the man was back again. He was standing on top of a hill with the sun to his back. With the beams of light dancing around him and the wind tousling his hair so perfectly, the hero was not unconvinced that the figure before him was some sort of siren or nymph. His beauty was so breathtakingly real, it had to have been something supernatural.

With words laced with uncharacteristic fondness, the man gently said, "Thank you for saving me Mr…"

Realizing that the pause was intended for him and grateful at getting a chance to interact with the mysterious stranger yet again, the Greek man replied with a grin, "Heracles. Just call me Heracles."

Nodding, the man began walking away, leading to Heracles being the one to call out first. "Wait. Shouldn't I get your name too? It's only fair."

The stranger seemed hesitant, and for a second Heracles was scared he would be robbed of an answer. Nevertheless a quiet response with the sexy accent reached his ears. "Kiku. Kiku Honda."

Finally Heracles' face broke out into a large smile. The name "Kiku" was already fondly etched in his brain to never be forgotten. Recognizing the subtly impatient look in Muhammed's eye, Heracles reluctantly climbed onto Pegasus' back and spurred his pet to fly forwards.

Before they completely left the treetops of the forest, Heracles leaned towards the figure curiously observing in the middle of the clearing and yelled out, "I will see you again Kiku! I promise!" And though the level of commitment in the demigod's voice was shocking due to his laid back and unrestrained nature, Heracles had full intention of keeping that promise.

When the sounds of Pegasus' flapping had died down completely and the figures in horizon became unrecognizable, Kiku finally stopped gazing wistfully into the distance, desperate to catch one last fleeting glimpse of the amazing man who saved him.

With a determined sigh, the Japanese man turned back towards the forest, where he knew Sadik would be waiting to hear his report on how convincing the centaur to join the Lord of the Dead's army went. He tried to mentally prepare himself for the anger Sadik would undoubtedly have at his failure, but all thoughts were drawn to the tan muscular hero with teal eyes.

Grimacing as he began his treck to meet his boss, Kiku remembered Heracles' last words to him. Facing the last place he saw the flying horse retreat, he murmured to himself, "And for your own sake Heracles-san, I hope you break that promise."