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Oh, and just to make it clear, this is going off the Disney Hercules movie.

Discus Throwing: A old sport that involves competitors throwing a heavy disc (essentially a frisbee) as far as they can.

Ladon (Ladonia): The owner of the pottery shop

~HETALIA~

The years passed by, and Heracles grew up strong and healthy. His superhuman strength never waned, which made raising him a little difficult. When little Heracles threw a fit, which luckily did not happen often, the whole house shook. When Berwald tried to teach Heracles some sports, like discus throwing, but Heracles always threw to hard, which sometimes ended up with the discs embedded into the ground where they had landed. Tino attempted to teach Heracles to cook, but he would always either fall asleep half way through the task, or break all of their dishes with his monster strength.

But all in all, it was okay. Tino and Berwald smothered Heracles with affection, and Heracles grew up knowing the warmth and care of a loving family. He became kind and friendly, albeit he was often lazy and spent most of his days napping under the warmth of the sun. Heracles supposed he was quite lucky, for the sun often shone for him when he wanted to nap outside. At night the stars and moon lit his path clearly and he never seemed to have any trouble with the wild animals that paraded around in the woods near his home. Tino often said that Heracles was blessed by the gods with good fortune.

The only problem was Heracles grew up far away from other people. Tino and Berwald, after learning that their adopted son's monumental strength caused murmurs of discontent and sometimes fear among the neighbors, had left their old home in favor of living out in the countryside. There Heracles was free to be himself, and do things like lifting their house when one of his toys fell in the cracks on the floorboards.

Now while Tino and Berwald often stayed close to home, Berwald was a woodcarver and made lovely pieces of furniture and sometimes small toys that he sold at the market twice every month. When Heracles was younger, he wasn't allowed to go with Berwald to the market. His father continuously refused little Heracles's pleas to take him to the village. It wasn't that Heracles really enjoyed being in the village. The few times he had gone as a little child, mainly during large celebrations or to visit temples, he had felt uncomfortable with the large amounts of noisy people. But he also didn't like not getting to see his father when he was away. So Berwald permitted Heracles to come along with him once and awhile, provided that he didn't get into any trouble.

Each trip had, of course, ended in disaster. The first time, Heracles was about nine years old and threw a small discus he found into the wall of the pottery shop, resulting in several shelves of broken vases and a confused shopkeeper. Berwald brushed it off, hustling Heracles away from the scene before anyone could figure out who or what could have done such damage. When Heracles was eleven he broke several large stone statues outside for sale after tipping them over when using them as stepping stools to get up to a clever little kitten who had trapped itself on a ledge. At the age of thirteen he had become slightly more careful. But when another boy made Heracles upset he left a fist shaped mark on the wall next to the boy's face.

By this time Berwald thought it was a good time to have a talk with Heracles.

"But Daaaaad," Heracles complained, "he was being a jerk!" Berwald shook his head sadly as he lead Heracles away from the scene where the other kids parents were beginning to gather them up.

" Y' should 'ave known better. It isn't right t' hurt others." Berwald scolded him. Heracles's shoulders slumped and a small amount of tears began to gather in his eyes. Berwald sighed and stopped them beneath the shade of a tall tree. He kneeled down and placed his hands upon Heracles's shoulders, "Heracles, now what's this really 'bout?"

Heracles looked down at the ground, refusing to meet his father's gaze. Berwald gently raised Heracles's face so that they were looking at each other. Berwald was surprised to see tears rapidly making their way down Heracles's face.

"He kept saying that I was cursed, and that I brought misfortune to the village every time I visited," Heracles hiccupped, frantically trying to brush away his tears.

"No, y'aren't cursed, y'er beloved by t' gods," Berwald said softly.

"If that's true, then why am I so different from everyone else?"

"I don' know," Berwald admitted. More tears began to spill down Heracles's cheeks and he quickly added, "But 'm sure one day y'll figur' it out, and y'll protect a lot of people wi't yer strength."

"You think I can make people happy with my strength?" Berwald nodded and Heracles smiled shakily.

"Y'jus gotta figur' out how to control yer self," Berwald ruffled Heracles's hair and smiled warmly. "People will 'ventually b'gin to 'ccept ye." Heracles nodded, but Berwald could see that he still didn't quite understand what Berwald had meant. Well, he was still young. There was plenty of time for Heracles to learn.

"Heracles...Heracles c'mon, wake up," Berwald instructed.

"...Hmm?" Heracles blinked his eyes open lazily. Sleep was weighing heavy on him. Heracles stretched his legs and arms outwards, feeling a little stiff after the long cart ride down to the village.

It had been four years since Berwald had talked to Heracles after the incident with the other boy. Unfortunately the issues with Heracles's strength hadn't stopped, and neither had the rumors about him being cursed. Everyone understood Heracles was different, but even when the presence was set right before them they still didn't quite understand him and his super strength.

Berwald stopped the wagon and jumped down, "M'gonna grab some water fer the donkey. Stay here an' watch th' cart," he instructed Heracles. Heracles yawned and nodded, watching his father walk off. At the age of seventeen Heracles hadn't changed that much. He was still lanky, although he had grown much taller he still wasn't as tall as Berwald. He had allowed his brown hair to grow out past his ears and Heracles's green eyes were often hooded with sleepiness. Other than his parents, Heracles didn't interact with other people a lot. He preferred to keep company with quieter things...like cats, cats were nice, Heracles thought lazily.

The heat beat down on Heracles and despite his father's instructions, Heracles could feel himself slipping off back into sleep. It wasn't like anyone could steal the heavy pieces of furniture in the back anyways...

Suddenly, something hit Heracles in the side of the head and he jerked awake. Looking down confusedly, he saw the culprit of disturbing his sleep; a disc was laying on the ground a few feet away. Heracles got up, bent down and picked it up, rubbing at the sore spot on his head. He heard footsteps rapidly coming his way and a voice called out, "Hey throw it back!"

He turned around and the other person froze. Heracles had seen the other guy a few times when he had come to the market with Berwald, but he couldn't remember his name.

"Oh, h-hey Heracles!" The guy stuttered. Heracles prepared to toss him the disc back, but when he saw Heracles moving his arm back the other teenager shouted, "No!" Heracles looked at him puzzled.

"I mean- just here, give it to me!" He hurriedly grabbed the disc out of Heracles's hand. Before Heracles could say anything else, the guy was running away as fast as he could back to one of his friends. They both glanced back at Heracles, and began whispering to each other frantically. Then they snickered and ran off to rejoin their group.

Heracles sighed, he didn't have to guess what they had been talking about. Not that he really cared, but a small stinging sensation lodged itself in his heart and refused to leave. He walked back to the cart sadly, keeping his head down and not looking anyone else in the eye.

"Oh, no nonono!" Someone's shouting caught Heracles's attention. He looked up to see a man struggling with a large decorative vase. Just as it was about to tip over, Heracles swooped over and lifted up the other edge easily.

"Oh thank you! Thank you Herac...Heracles!" The man jerked back, dislodging Heracles's hands from the vase. Heracles recognized him as the owner of the pottery shop, Ladon. His bright red hair was ruffled and slightly damp from the sweat caused by the heat. His bright blue eyes were glittering nervously at Heracles.

"Wait it's going to fall!"

"No, no it's fine now! I've got it, thank you!" Ladon quickly shuffled away from Heracles.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Ladon was practically running now. He disappeared into his shop and pulled at the curtain door, hiding him from view.

Heracles looked around, embarrassed. Slowly he drifted away towards the cart, everyone scuttling away from him as he moved forwards. The conversation Berwald and Heracles had had when he was thirteen was strong in his mind. His father had said that one day people would accept Heracles for who he was. But so far, everyone just hated him.

Heracles was about to sit down on the cart when he heard someone shout, "Heads up!" and the disc came flying through the air towards him once again.

"I've got it!" Heracles called out, rushing to catch the disc.

"No! Stop!"

It was too late, Heracles grabbed the disc, but the momentum sent him flying into one of the many pillars that surrounded the marketplace. Heracles fell to the ground, dazed, and watched in horror as the pillar began to wobble. Desperately he grabbed at it, holding it up so that it wouldn't fall. Unfortunately his movement made the pillar hit another pillar, which started a domino effect. Pillars came crashing down and people were running around screaming. Heracles tried to stop it, throwing away the pillar in his hands, but it crashed into another section and started a whole new area of destruction. Heracles ran, trying to stop it before anymore damage was caused, but it was too late. He could only watch as the market was completely destroyed. And at the very end was Ladon's pottery shop. Ladon shouted, holding onto a few of his vases and Heracles flinched when the building was crushed, pieces of pottery flying everywhere.

The noise of crashing pillars had stopped. In its place was the new sound of angry people, grumbling and stalking towards Heracles with furious looks on their faces. The boy who owned the disc came up and snatched it off the ground near Heracles's feet.

"Thanks a lot, Jerkcacles." He snorted and stalked off.

Berwald walked slowly over to Heracles, looking at the destruction with his passive face. On the inside Heracles knew he was freaking out.

"That is it Berwald!" Ladon stomped over to where Heracles and Berwald were standing, "This is the last straw!"

"That boy is a menace!" Someone else called out.

"He's cursed!" Another person shouted.

"I'm warning you, keep that freak away from here!" Ladon shouted. The crowd murmured in agreement. Heracles flinched and bowed his head, the painful feeling in his heart growing. Every word thrown at him hurt. It felt like everyone was closing in on him and for a moment it was difficult to breathe.

Heracles pushed his way out of the crowd and ran.

"Heracles!"

He ran as fast as he could, stumbling along the uneven dirt road.

"Heracles!"

Heracles ran away ignoring his father's shouts for him to return.

~HETALIA~

Description

Oh, and just to make it clear, this is going off the Disney Hercules movie.

Discus Throwing: A old sport that involves competitors throwing a heavy disc (essentially a frisbee) as far as they can.

Ladon (Ladonia): The owner of the pottery shop

~HETALIA~

The years passed by, and Heracles grew up strong and healthy. His superhuman strength never waned, which made raising him a little difficult. When little Heracles threw a fit, which luckily did not happen often, the whole house shook. When Berwald tried to teach Heracles some sports, like discus throwing, but Heracles always threw to hard, which sometimes ended up with the discs embedded into the ground where they had landed. Tino attempted to teach Heracles to cook, but he would always either fall asleep half way through the task, or break all of their dishes with his monster strength.

But all in all, it was okay. Tino and Berwald smothered Heracles with affection, and Heracles grew up knowing the warmth and care of a loving family. He became kind and friendly, albeit he was often lazy and spent most of his days napping under the warmth of the sun. Heracles supposed he was quite lucky, for the sun often shone for him when he wanted to nap outside. At night the stars and moon lit his path clearly and he never seemed to have any trouble with the wild animals that paraded around in the woods near his home. Tino often said that Heracles was blessed by the gods with good fortune.

The only problem was Heracles grew up far away from other people. Tino and Berwald, after learning that their adopted son's monumental strength caused murmurs of discontent and sometimes fear among the neighbors, had left their old home in favor of living out in the countryside. There Heracles was free to be himself, and do things like lifting their house when one of his toys fell in the cracks on the floorboards.

Now while Tino and Berwald often stayed close to home, Berwald was a woodcarver and made lovely pieces of furniture and sometimes small toys that he sold at the market twice every month. When Heracles was younger, he wasn't allowed to go with Berwald to the market. His father continuously refused little Heracles's pleas to take him to the village. It wasn't that Heracles really enjoyed being in the village. The few times he had gone as a little child, mainly during large celebrations or to visit temples, he had felt uncomfortable with the large amounts of noisy people. But he also didn't like not getting to see his father when he was away. So Berwald permitted Heracles to come along with him once and awhile, provided that he didn't get into any trouble.

Each trip had, of course, ended in disaster. The first time, Heracles was about nine years old and threw a small discus he found into the wall of the pottery shop, resulting in several shelves of broken vases and a confused shopkeeper. Berwald brushed it off, hustling Heracles away from the scene before anyone could figure out who or what could have done such damage. When Heracles was eleven he broke several large stone statues outside for sale after tipping them over when using them as stepping stools to get up to a clever little kitten who had trapped itself on a ledge. At the age of thirteen he had become slightly more careful. But when another boy made Heracles upset he left a fist shaped mark on the wall next to the boy's face.

By this time Berwald thought it was a good time to have a talk with Heracles.

"But Daaaaad," Heracles complained, "he was being a jerk!" Berwald shook his head sadly as he lead Heracles away from the scene where the other kids parents were beginning to gather them up.

" Y' should 'ave known better. It isn't right t' hurt others." Berwald scolded him. Heracles's shoulders slumped and a small amount of tears began to gather in his eyes. Berwald sighed and stopped them beneath the shade of a tall tree. He kneeled down and placed his hands upon Heracles's shoulders, "Heracles, now what's this really 'bout?"

Heracles looked down at the ground, refusing to meet his father's gaze. Berwald gently raised Heracles's face so that they were looking at each other. Berwald was surprised to see tears rapidly making their way down Heracles's face.

"He kept saying that I was cursed, and that I brought misfortune to the village every time I visited," Heracles hiccupped, frantically trying to brush away his tears.

"No, y'aren't cursed, y'er beloved by t' gods," Berwald said softly.

"If that's true, then why am I so different from everyone else?"

"I don' know," Berwald admitted. More tears began to spill down Heracles's cheeks and he quickly added, "But 'm sure one day y'll figur' it out, and y'll protect a lot of people wi't yer strength."

"You think I can make people happy with my strength?" Berwald nodded and Heracles smiled shakily.

"Y'jus gotta figur' out how to control yer self," Berwald ruffled Heracles's hair and smiled warmly. "People will 'ventually b'gin to 'ccept ye." Heracles nodded, but Berwald could see that he still didn't quite understand what Berwald had meant. Well, he was still young. There was plenty of time for Heracles to learn.

"Heracles...Heracles c'mon, wake up," Berwald instructed.

"...Hmm?" Heracles blinked his eyes open lazily. Sleep was weighing heavy on him. Heracles stretched his legs and arms outwards, feeling a little stiff after the long cart ride down to the village.

It had been four years since Berwald had talked to Heracles after the incident with the other boy. Unfortunately the issues with Heracles's strength hadn't stopped, and neither had the rumors about him being cursed. Everyone understood Heracles was different, but even when the presence was set right before them they still didn't quite understand him and his super strength.

Berwald stopped the wagon and jumped down, "M'gonna grab some water fer the donkey. Stay here an' watch th' cart," he instructed Heracles. Heracles yawned and nodded, watching his father walk off. At the age of seventeen Heracles hadn't changed that much. He was still lanky, although he had grown much taller he still wasn't as tall as Berwald. He had allowed his brown hair to grow out past his ears and Heracles's green eyes were often hooded with sleepiness. Other than his parents, Heracles didn't interact with other people a lot. He preferred to keep company with quieter things...like cats, cats were nice, Heracles thought lazily.

The heat beat down on Heracles and despite his father's instructions, Heracles could feel himself slipping off back into sleep. It wasn't like anyone could steal the heavy pieces of furniture in the back anyways...

Suddenly, something hit Heracles in the side of the head and he jerked awake. Looking down confusedly, he saw the culprit of disturbing his sleep; a disc was laying on the ground a few feet away. Heracles got up, bent down and picked it up, rubbing at the sore spot on his head. He heard footsteps rapidly coming his way and a voice called out, "Hey throw it back!"

He turned around and the other person froze. Heracles had seen the other guy a few times when he had come to the market with Berwald, but he couldn't remember his name.

"Oh, h-hey Heracles!" The guy stuttered. Heracles prepared to toss him the disc back, but when he saw Heracles moving his arm back the other teenager shouted, "No!" Heracles looked at him puzzled.

"I mean- just here, give it to me!" He hurriedly grabbed the disc out of Heracles's hand. Before Heracles could say anything else, the guy was running away as fast as he could back to one of his friends. They both glanced back at Heracles, and began whispering to each other frantically. Then they snickered and ran off to rejoin their group.

Heracles sighed, he didn't have to guess what they had been talking about. Not that he really cared, but a small stinging sensation lodged itself in his heart and refused to leave. He walked back to the cart sadly, keeping his head down and not looking anyone else in the eye.

"Oh, no nonono!" Someone's shouting caught Heracles's attention. He looked up to see a man struggling with a large decorative vase. Just as it was about to tip over, Heracles swooped over and lifted up the other edge easily.

"Oh thank you! Thank you Herac...Heracles!" The man jerked back, dislodging Heracles's hands from the vase. Heracles recognized him as the owner of the pottery shop, Ladon. His bright red hair was ruffled and slightly damp from the sweat caused by the heat. His bright blue eyes were glittering nervously at Heracles.

"Wait it's going to fall!"

"No, no it's fine now! I've got it, thank you!" Ladon quickly shuffled away from Heracles.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Ladon was practically running now. He disappeared into his shop and pulled at the curtain door, hiding him from view.

Heracles looked around, embarrassed. Slowly he drifted away towards the cart, everyone scuttling away from him as he moved forwards. The conversation Berwald and Heracles had had when he was thirteen was strong in his mind. His father had said that one day people would accept Heracles for who he was. But so far, everyone just hated him.

Heracles was about to sit down on the cart when he heard someone shout, "Heads up!" and the disc came flying through the air towards him once again.

"I've got it!" Heracles called out, rushing to catch the disc.

"No! Stop!"

It was too late, Heracles grabbed the disc, but the momentum sent him flying into one of the many pillars that surrounded the marketplace. Heracles fell to the ground, dazed, and watched in horror as the pillar began to wobble. Desperately he grabbed at it, holding it up so that it wouldn't fall. Unfortunately his movement made the pillar hit another pillar, which started a domino effect. Pillars came crashing down and people were running around screaming. Heracles tried to stop it, throwing away the pillar in his hands, but it crashed into another section and started a whole new area of destruction. Heracles ran, trying to stop it before anymore damage was caused, but it was too late. He could only watch as the market was completely destroyed. And at the very end was Ladon's pottery shop. Ladon shouted, holding onto a few of his vases and Heracles flinched when the building was crushed, pieces of pottery flying everywhere.

The noise of crashing pillars had stopped. In its place was the new sound of angry people, grumbling and stalking towards Heracles with furious looks on their faces. The boy who owned the disc came up and snatched it off the ground near Heracles's feet.

"Thanks a lot, Jerkcacles." He snorted and stalked off.

Berwald walked slowly over to Heracles, looking at the destruction with his passive face. On the inside Heracles knew he was freaking out.

"That is it Berwald!" Ladon stomped over to where Heracles and Berwald were standing, "This is the last straw!"

"That boy is a menace!" Someone else called out.

"He's cursed!" Another person shouted.

"I'm warning you, keep that freak away from here!" Ladon shouted. The crowd murmured in agreement. Heracles flinched and bowed his head, the painful feeling in his heart growing. Every word thrown at him hurt. It felt like everyone was closing in on him and for a moment it was difficult to breathe.

Heracles pushed his way out of the crowd and ran.

"Heracles!"

He ran as fast as he could, stumbling along the uneven dirt road.

"Heracles!"

Heracles ran away ignoring his father's shouts for him to return.

~HETALIA~