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Disney-Talia Part 6Part 6: The Spell Will Be Broken
"And now, my dear Italy Veneziano, we duel."
The dragon stalked circles around Italy, his tongue slipping in and out of his mouth in a snake-like manor. Italy kept his eyes peeled on the monster, no turning back now. He couldn't wave his white flag and run like usual. Germany put a hand on his shoulder, "I'm right here next to you."
Maleficent's jaws suddenly clamped shut inches from Italy's curl. He kept his gaze locked on the sorcerer, studying his every move, waiting for-
The snake-like tongue that taunted Italy before was now laying in front of him. Maleficent let out a low snarl.
"You git!" he hissed, but it came out as "You gih!"
"Enough messing around," Italy challenged, finding a new sense of courage, "let's fight for real."
"Dude! How long does this staircase go for?" Heracles complained, lagging behind Japan on the tower stair.
Japan rolled his eyes, Keep it together, Japan. At l
Disney-Talia Part FivePart 5: Worth Fighting For
Above the castle of the Prince Ivan, deep in the mountains, another palace stood atop the peaks, glaring over the ranges. At the highest tower, stood Maleficent. He circled around the emperor, Yao Wang, whose hands were bound in chains.
“I tire of your arrogance, old man. Bow to me!” Maleficent demanded.
“No matter how the wind howls, the mountain cannot bow to it.” Yao replied calmly, without shifting his gaze from the mountain range.
“Then you will kneel in-” his sentence was interrupted by the sound of flapping. The two glanced up to see a flying mint bunny gently fluttering down to it’s master’s shoulder.
“What is it, Diablo?” Maleficent asked the winged creature, slightly annoyed with its timing. The bunny squeaked for several moments and Maleficents bushy eyebrows vanished into his blonde hair.
“What?! Someone has been deemed worthy of the blade?” he grabbed a hand mirror fro
Disney-Talia Part FourPart 4: Be Our Guest
“I saw him go in there.” Flynn pointed to the monstrous castle up ahead. Italy took a step towards it in horror.
“Are you sure?” he asked quietly, to which his companion nodded, “I was afraid of that. Well, let’s go-”
“Italy?” a familiar voice spoke.
“Germany!” Italy flung himself into his friend’s arms, sobbing, “I was so scared! I didn’t know where I was or how we got here I didn’t know where you were and-“
“Calm down, Italy. It’s okay now.”
“Uh, ahem?” Heracles poked Germany’s shoulder, “Introductions, please?”
“Oh, ja. Italy, this is Heracles, the demi-god.”
“Hey, he looks like Amer… Never mind. And this,” he gestured to his own partner, “is Flynn Rider. He says he saw my brother going into this castle.”
“The prince’s castle,” Cheshire appeared above th
Disney-Talia Part ThreePart 3: Curiouser and Curiouser
Japan had been walking for quite some time now. He rubbed the scratches on his arm, some luck to have fallen through tree branches, he must’ve looked like a wreck. No matter, it didn’t look like there was anyone to impress in these woods, not even so much as a rabbit or bird could be seen in the darkness. Even so, Japan couldn’t help but feel that he was being watched by… something.
Eventually, he came to a fork in the path. One way looked more recently used and friendly, while the other looked like no one had tread on it in months. However, a faint light came from that way; a village, perhaps?
“ ‘Twas brilig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe,” A light and quiet voice sang. Japan looked towards where the singing came only to find no one there, “Lose something?” a pair of lavender eyes appeared.
Japan took a step ba
Disney-Talia Part TwoPart 2: Zero To Hero
Germany gasped for air as he reached the surface. He tried to process what happened in the past few seconds; one moment he was at a table eating lunch with Japan and Romano, the next he was falling from the sky and into a river in the middle of a forest... Was he drunk or something? No, this was definitely real.
He hauled himself onto the bank, taking in the surroundings. A relatively shallow river, lucky he didn’t hit the bottom, complete with a waterfall in a lush forest. He certainly wasn’t in Disneyland anymore.
Germany’s head whipped around at the sound of splashing.
“Japan? Is that you?” he called out, taking a step back in the river. Wrong move. A monster, part man and part horse, galloped into view. Germany stood there, wide eyed at the beast.
“Who are you?” it demanded.
“What are you?” he challenged back.
“I am Nessus, guardian of the river. And you are trespass
Disney-Talia Part OnePart 1: Fate? Destiny? A Flying Mint Bunny.
“Ow… my head… Where am I?”
Italy stood up, rubbing his head painfully. He glanced around the room, taking the time to admire the marvelous paintings on the wall. Everything seemed familiar, somehow, he couldn’t put his finger on it, maybe a peek outside would help? Slowly cracking open the window, he saw that he was at least one hundred feet from the ground! In a tower! He stumbled back, a bit shocked by the great height. Building up courage, Italy poked his head back out the window, spying a man running towards the tower.
Italy grabbed a nearby frying pan, hiding behind a wardrobe as the man proceeded to climb the stone wall. He held his breath, waiting for the stranger to come into view…
The man fell onto the floor unconscious. Italy stared at him, shocked at what he’d done. His expression changed when the stranger’s golden blonde hair suddenly became recognizable from
Disney-Talia ProloguePrologue: When You Wish
A bright, sunny day would make anyone happy, especially when they were at Disneyland. Sadly, ‘anyone’ didn’t include Italy. He usually was the brightest and most energetic of the former Axis Powers, but not today. Why? Because his friends weren’t having as much fun as he was.
Italy wanted to get together with his best friends and elder brother at the happiest place on earth, but they all thought the park was, well, childish. Of course, they didn’t tell him, but he had the feeling they weren’t enjoying themselves at all.
Italy had wandered off on his own after his friends, Germany, Japan and Romano, went to grab a bite to eat, he wasn’t that hungry, anyway.
“I just wanted us to get together like old times, but without World War 2 going on.” he sighed, leaning up against a wishing well. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a coin. Wishing wells weren’t really magic, but hey, it helps make dreams
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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