Dracul was up to his old tricks again, he wanted to see more mayhem caused by his hand.

2p Denmark:

(Y/n) walked to the office after going to the kitchen, she looked around.
"Magnus?"
"Here Elsklan.", a small voice answered and the female peeked under the desk.
It was a small child with wild golden hair and what looked like a black tunic on.
"Magnus?", the (h/c) haired female asked.
"Ja.", the boy answered.
His eyes were Magnus's, his skin was free of scars.
So tiny.

The female picked up the little boy and carried him away.
"Where are you taking me (y/n)?", the tiny boy asked.
"To the study. I need to paint this.", the woman replied.
Magnus did not argue as he was having trouble doing his work from having tiny hands and horrible handwriting.

The (h/c) haired woman placed him on a couch next to her drawing station.
Magnus sat still as she painted him, he watched her paint.
He fell asleep and (y/n) smiled as she continued to paint.
He woke up an hour later with her putting the finishing touches on the painting.
The little blond boy leaned to try to see the painting, "can I see?"
The (e/c) eyed woman picked him up and carried him the where he could see the picture.
It was him, sleeping peacefully with the background looking like the forests of old.

"It's perfect dronning.", Magnus said with a yawn.
"Thank you my prince.", (y/n) replied, "but I think you need a snack."
the little boy let her carry him to the kitchen to make a snack to eat.

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2p Sweden:

Bernard had ran out of the house this morning, Making (y/n) chase after him.
She found his footprints and stride were getting smaller as she followed the tracks.
The woman heard a little boy yelling for help, the (h/c) haired woman ran right to the child.

She found a ginger haired boy stuck in the mud, "hold on kid!"
The woman grabbed a long stick and reached to the boy, the kid grabbed the stick and was pulled into the woman's arms.
"Tack älskling.", the little boy said and shivered.
"Bernard?", (y/n) asked and looked at the tiny child cradled against her.
His little red eyes and sharp teeth looked just like bernard, his messy ginger hair was in Bernard's favorite style.
His little grey robes were covered in mud.

"Ja älskling.", The little boy answered, "I need to take a bath."
(Y/n) carried her tiny boyfriend home, "you do need a bath."
The female drew a bath for the tiny Bernard and waited for him to get in.
Bernard got it the warm water and looked up at her, the female made him look down as she poured water onto his head.
The female scrubbed his hair with shampoo and washed it off before carefully washing the rest of him, "good thing I'm used to this."

(Y/n) wrapped her tiny boyfriend in a fluffy warm towel and washed his little robes.
The woman made him some cocoa as the clothes dried off, "I'm sorry if this makes you sick. But I need you to warm up."
The small swede sipped the drink and smiled cutely up at her, "tack älskling!"
'My boyfriend is going to be the death of me.', the (h/c) haired female thought and dressed the little boy once his clothes were dry.
Bernard used this as an excuse to cuddle his girlfriend, especially her chest.

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2p Finland:

Small pattering feet and loud swearing told (y/n) that her boyfriend was tiny, she was not phased after what happened with their time as werewolves.
She looked down as the tiny hands pulled at her legs, "pick me up."
the (h/c) haired woman smiled and picked up the small child, "yes Thurston?"
"I'm hungry.", the boy pouted.

"I'll make something right away.", the female said and placed the boy on the counter, "you kind of remind me of the time I babysitted my neighbor's kids."
Thurston gave her a grumpy look, "I'm hungry."
"And in need of a nap afterwards with that additude.", (y/n) replied back as she fixed him some lunch.
The little Finn glared, "if you turn into a kid, I'll pay you back for this."
"I hope you take as good care of me as I am of you.", the female responded and finished cooking.

The small angry Finn ate his feshly cooked lunch as (y/n) petted his head, "you are so adorable Thurston."
"I'm not cute.", the Finn replied with a growl.
"Why aren't you cute?", the (h/c) haired female asked.
The little finn's cheek had a light pink on them, "because you are cute."
The (e/c) eyed woman smiled,  "you are sweet."

Thurston looked down as (y/n) washed the dishes, his little pout made him look cuter than before.
He felt himself being picked up and carried to his room, he was also nodding off from being so tired.
The brunet boy was set in a bed and tucked in before having a kiss placed onto his head, "sweet dreams little soldier."

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2p Norway:

(Y/n) found out her boyfriend was tiny after finding a tiny dragon in the fireplace and ashes all over the living room, a little boy was giggling loudly.
"Loki?", the female asked.
"Ember!", the tiny boy exclaimed and hugged her legs, "I'm small and adorable again!"

The little strawblondie was running around and chasing the cat sized dragon as (y/n) tried to put this into logical terms.
She had nothing.
"Ember!", Loki called, "let's go play!"
The female knew she could not say no and took him to the park with Drage draped on her shoulders like a cat, the dragon was asleep.

The little strawberry blond boy ran around and played.
He ran into a man and fell down, "Ember!"
(Y/n) was quick to run over once Loki cried for her, she scooped him up and looked at who he ran into.
Norway, or Lukas.
"Sorry.", the female said and held her boyfriend.
The blond Norwegian looked down at Loki then back up to (y/n), "good luck."

Lukas walked away and (y/n) took Loki back home to clean him up, along with cleaning the mess of ash he left everywhere.
The little Norwegian fell asleep from tiring himself out, the female put him and the dragon to bed.
The strawblondie hugged his dragon like a teddy bear.
"You are so cute, yet such a handful.", (y/n) smiled.

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2p Iceland:

(Y/n) opened her eyes to see a little boy who looked like egil staring at her while sitting on her stomach, he grinned when he saw her awake.
"Prinsess! I am tiny again!", the boy exclaimed, "aren't I cute?!"
The female sat up and looked at him, "egil?"

The little boy nodded, "and look at sir puffin! He's puffy!"
(Y/n) looked at the bird and sure enough, the bird was a fuzzy grey chick.
The female lay back on the bed, "I'm having a bad dream."
Egil crawled up onto her stomach again and propped himself up on her chest, "are you okay?"
Egil did not let her rest and made her get up to feed him, he made her spend the rest of the day cuddling him.