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>>> Read Intro here: 2pHetaliaXReader- Fairytales Do Come True <<<
Hidden Path Part 1

Your hand touched a huge leaf, admiring the intricate patterns its veins work. It stood out from the path, how huge it is like it was hiding something.

Maybe it is.

Though what can a huge leaf hide? Either delicious berries that would sell highly in a market or a dead body cast aside in hopes of Mother Nature to care for it. Maybe it was-

Oh, nevermind. What you find was a path, one that would've been ignored if not for your hand to slip and accidentally push away the leaf.

Though now this is more interesting, for why would someone hide a path? By the looks of it, it seems barely tracked as if one person only uses it. Not to mention how overgrown it was. Still, curiosity seemed to push you forward, your feet walking on new ground. Albeit curiosity killed it back, satisfaction brought it back.

  Walking a couple of minutes, you couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you. You tightened your grip on the basket, scared for it to fall out or even stolen. The possibility of a thief would be very low, and you knew that this path was very well hidden. Meaning no one but you could be trudging along-

WHOOSH
Thoughts broken, you saw a blur as you were pushed onto the ground. It took you seconds to realize that your hand felt lighter and that your basket was gone.

Seems like the universe hates you.

Quickly you stood up, seeing a man running down the path with your basket in his hand. Wasting no time to even shout after him, you ran. The only observation you took was his strange hair color, what seemed to be red, that you didn't notice the knife he held in his other hand.

Deeper and deeper you go, the sun being blocked by the thick foliage, the chase still pursued. All you had in mind was to get the basket back, and the thief noticed you still didn't give up. That annoyed him, to say the least, though impressed at your ability to be this fast. But he was faster, or so he thought. Seeing the path getting narrower signaling it was going to end soon, he took a quick turn and jumped right into the bushes.

Copying his steps, you were shocked at the sight before you.

A humongous tower stood tall and proud. Out in the middle of the woods? Not to mention it was surrounded by mountains, one having a waterfall popping out and falling right into a crevice to create a stream. This tower was plopped right in the mountain's valley, the sun shining brightly due to the clearing. Admiring the beauty, you realized how much time you wasted. Looking upon the tower, you saw a trail of golden....

Hair?

  Indeed it was hair, but you saw a bug crawling up it. More specifically, and nicely put, it was the thief climbing up and using his mouth to carry the basket. Still you chased after, hesitantly gripping onto the hair for support and placing your feet on the tower's walls. You saw the man look down, his eyes widening to see you right after. Now getting a better view of his face, indeed it was red-like hair. That hair seemed to left one strand sticking out into a curl, making him seem less threatening. You saw a glimpse of magenta eyes in his glare.

In return, you stuck your tongue out. Asshole.

When he reached the top, you quickly went after. Luckily he didn't cut off the hair or even pushed you off. Now hopping into an open window, you entered a completely furnished room.

  Cream color walls and oak wooden floorboards, it seemed someone has lived here. An array of wired mannequins stood in once section, the ones separated seem to have wonderful dresses and other clothing. It was like a house combined into one room, except it the corners was a continuation of that golden hair. Not to mention right dead in the center was the asshole.

The man was wearing those trouble-maker smirks, his one hand extended carrying your basket, the other placed on his hips. Seeing you enter, his smirk grew and opened his mouth to-

SMACK!
He fell face first, his whole entire body following after. A bump can be seen if you looked closely, and right above the knocked-out thief was a frying pan.

  "And stay down!" The attacker yelled, his grip softening now that his intruder was knocked out unconscious. You looked at him in awe, especially since the hair belonged to the person wielding the frying pan. His angry expression dropped when he saw you, starting at awe. "O-oh, ciao!~"

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>>> Read Intro here: 2pHetaliaXReader- Fairytales Do Come True <<<
Hidden Path Part 1

Your hand touched a huge leaf, admiring the intricate patterns its veins work. It stood out from the path, how huge it is like it was hiding something.

Maybe it is.

Though what can a huge leaf hide? Either delicious berries that would sell highly in a market or a dead body cast aside in hopes of Mother Nature to care for it. Maybe it was-

Oh, nevermind. What you find was a path, one that would've been ignored if not for your hand to slip and accidentally push away the leaf.

Though now this is more interesting, for why would someone hide a path? By the looks of it, it seems barely tracked as if one person only uses it. Not to mention how overgrown it was. Still, curiosity seemed to push you forward, your feet walking on new ground. Albeit curiosity killed it back, satisfaction brought it back.

  Walking a couple of minutes, you couldn't help but feel like someone was watching you. You tightened your grip on the basket, scared for it to fall out or even stolen. The possibility of a thief would be very low, and you knew that this path was very well hidden. Meaning no one but you could be trudging along-

WHOOSH
Thoughts broken, you saw a blur as you were pushed onto the ground. It took you seconds to realize that your hand felt lighter and that your basket was gone.

Seems like the universe hates you.

Quickly you stood up, seeing a man running down the path with your basket in his hand. Wasting no time to even shout after him, you ran. The only observation you took was his strange hair color, what seemed to be red, that you didn't notice the knife he held in his other hand.

Deeper and deeper you go, the sun being blocked by the thick foliage, the chase still pursued. All you had in mind was to get the basket back, and the thief noticed you still didn't give up. That annoyed him, to say the least, though impressed at your ability to be this fast. But he was faster, or so he thought. Seeing the path getting narrower signaling it was going to end soon, he took a quick turn and jumped right into the bushes.

Copying his steps, you were shocked at the sight before you.

A humongous tower stood tall and proud. Out in the middle of the woods? Not to mention it was surrounded by mountains, one having a waterfall popping out and falling right into a crevice to create a stream. This tower was plopped right in the mountain's valley, the sun shining brightly due to the clearing. Admiring the beauty, you realized how much time you wasted. Looking upon the tower, you saw a trail of golden....

Hair?

  Indeed it was hair, but you saw a bug crawling up it. More specifically, and nicely put, it was the thief climbing up and using his mouth to carry the basket. Still you chased after, hesitantly gripping onto the hair for support and placing your feet on the tower's walls. You saw the man look down, his eyes widening to see you right after. Now getting a better view of his face, indeed it was red-like hair. That hair seemed to left one strand sticking out into a curl, making him seem less threatening. You saw a glimpse of magenta eyes in his glare.

In return, you stuck your tongue out. Asshole.

When he reached the top, you quickly went after. Luckily he didn't cut off the hair or even pushed you off. Now hopping into an open window, you entered a completely furnished room.

  Cream color walls and oak wooden floorboards, it seemed someone has lived here. An array of wired mannequins stood in once section, the ones separated seem to have wonderful dresses and other clothing. It was like a house combined into one room, except it the corners was a continuation of that golden hair. Not to mention right dead in the center was the asshole.

The man was wearing those trouble-maker smirks, his one hand extended carrying your basket, the other placed on his hips. Seeing you enter, his smirk grew and opened his mouth to-

SMACK!
He fell face first, his whole entire body following after. A bump can be seen if you looked closely, and right above the knocked-out thief was a frying pan.

  "And stay down!" The attacker yelled, his grip softening now that his intruder was knocked out unconscious. You looked at him in awe, especially since the hair belonged to the person wielding the frying pan. His angry expression dropped when he saw you, starting at awe. "O-oh, ciao!~"