Hetalian Fairytales

by DaIvanbraginski

"Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you." Unknown wanting one night before she was forced to live her unwanted fate. A girl and 4 of her friends decide to have one last fun night. Sadly they dont notice how much this will affect not only them but many others as well. This is not there story though, it's the tale if the shadow that followed them.

1. The begining of the story

This is off Fallen Heavens story - Hetalia Fairytale in the point of view of my Oc Robin.
This is another one of those really bad stories that you will never think about again.
Enjoy~
Its always the same For years everyone has wondered what their destiny was.

Why is it we all have destiny?

When will we know what ours is?

Where will it take us?

But mostly what mine is.

Is there a way to change mine or is it forever written like the words in a book.

…well to tell the truth, I don't care.

I am Robin, owner of the red cloak fur shop. I am the personification of red riding hood. I live in Anderson heights. This is your normal town, we don't live in reality. We live in a storybook.

Here is where all the fairytales and their personifications are born. It's a small town with a few hundred people living here. The city itself is pretty . The streets are cobblestone and the buildings are made of cobblestone , with the odd patch of green trees and carriages run through the streets.

Though the people are what makes this town boring.
Yeah a bunch of magic people living their lives, I'm not complaining! Most of them are loyal customers.

I have spiky red hair ,a red cloak and some black jeans. And my chainsaw.

"I will trade you forty gold coins for this."
"No you won't. This is a business not a charity. That fur took a whole week of planning to get, do you know how hard it is to find a talking wolf never mind kill one!" Oh yes, all my furs are from wolves. "Look at the white fur, it is immaculate, no holes at all! Perfectly skinned and its amazingly soft. One hundred coins."
"Oh come on Robin! It's my sons birthday! Three whole years since he became a real boy! How about magic beans, thirty beans?"
Now that got my interests up. It's a well known fact I'm a magic bean collector. They are for my world jumper. A magic devise to help me jump to any world I like and back a few times.
Most Anderson heights residents were made by the Grim brothers. They had told us about there world and to tell the truth I think Aliana has decided to visit this world. Great.
Aliana is a friend of mine, but she doesn't really think much about me. We stick up for each other and that's it. So I have to follow her.

"I except your deal, would you like a bag with that?"