Malthe was shaken awake by Norway.
The blond father got up and stretched.
"You fell asleep at the table.", The Norwegian stated.
"I dreamed (y/n) was here...", the blue eyes man said and rubbed his neck, "She looked happy."
The Norwegian man looked at Malthe's shirt and pulled a long silvery hair from it.
"It was not a dream.", the Norwegian said.
"I can't remember anything else...", The Scandinavian man said and rubbed his head, "I wish she stayed."
"She must be hiding then. To protect herself and us.", Norway spoke and walked away with the hair still in his hand.
Malthe went to his room and went to bed.

-

(Y/n) was reading in the library, she had found the books of magic and was reading through them.
The knowledge she was gaining from these books was invaluable, she began to practice the spells she found.
Some that could spit fire, conjure electricity, create walls and torrents of frost, grow plants and call tides.
But few books contained anything about her shimmery magic or Dracul's shadowy power.
She tidied up after her magic practice and put the books away, she should at least do something to help Dracul as he is helping her.
The albino noticed that a few areas of his house, ones that were most effected by sunlight, were kind of unkempt.

She began to carefully use her magic to clean those areas, the bright sunlight filtered in through the windows as she did.
She dusted and polished the furniture, ordered the books and cleaned the drapes.
Everything looked beautiful when she was done.
The silver-white haired female heard footsteps and turned around to see Dracul, she looked at the window to see that the sun was in the sky still. Way too early for Dracul to be up.
"You're awake, you should be asleep.", (y/n) said to him and noticed he was holding something.
"Was sleep. Then was hit with inspiration for my project.", Dracul answered, "I need a sample of you, a pure light."
"You want me to use my magic?", she asked.
"No. Just a sample of you yourself.", The man answered, "Some hair, some blood, anything."
The albino woman took a few hairs from her scalp and placed them down onto a table for him to take, he carefully picked up the silky strands.

"You should probably get some rest Dracul.", (y/n) said to the man, "You need sleep."
"I could say the same for you.", The man said, "when I finish this, we will both go to bed. How about that?"
The Romanian looked back at her with a face that was not as hard or serious as before, He walked away to continue working.
(Y/n) followed him out of curiosity.
He stopped in front of a wall and held his hand out to stop her, "You can't go any further, should you risk exposure. I cannot help you if you get infected by my magic."
"So I can't watch?", the female asked.
"Nu. But I think there are some tomes in the library that could help you.", he replied with what looked like a small smile, "If you have not found them already."
(Y/n) smiled and went back to the library in order to find those books, she did not care if he sent her on a wild goose chase. He was allowing her to grow from gaining knowledge.
Dracul walked down to his workstation to continue his project that would be beneficial for once.

-

A rifle was placed down as Thurston examined one of the people he was interrogating.
This was one of the many tasks he was supposed to do for Edman before he could receive his wife. Well, to be wife.
The man sustained heavy damage and was barely breathing, he had no more fingers or toes to break.
Not many other non lethal torture methods to use.
"Dammit.", the Finn hissed and dragged the man back to the cage where he was keeping the others of the agent group tied up.
He grabbed the next agent for interrogation.
The agent was thrown into to torture room and Thurston shut the door, "Just tell me what I need to know, agent Dinozzo."
That man spat at Thurston and made a sarcastic line, Thurston lost patience and punched him.
"I'll get the information out of you. One way or another.", the angered brunet said in a dangerously low tone.

He had to do this. Sure it got some of his frustration put but it also was a step for him to have (y/n) back.
He was happy when she was with him.
She made him feel like there was something good in this dark and bleak world, she was that good thing he wanted.
The man did not flinch as the agent attacked with a hidden weapon, even when Thurston was hit in the jugular with the blade.
Agent Dinozzo was thrown back and Thurston tore the blade out of his neck, he let the man see as the flesh healed itself.
"Now. Shall this be the easy way or the satisfying way?", he growled as the agent grew terrified at the monster he faced.
An immortal.

-

Silvery white hair curls bobbed in the air as (y/n) napped on the couch, she had fallen asleep while reading the tomes.
Her breaths raised and lowered her chest as she slept.
Dracul tired walked into the library with his project in his hand, he wanted to test it and wanted her to see the results.
He found her sleeping with her face twisted into a painful expression, her painful past must be tormenting her.
Dracul watched her face and creeped closer, his observations of her before this were different.
She was always so peaceful when she slept before.
But she was always with someone.
A physical contact.

He last saw her and tried to touch her while Magnus was holding her.
Was the comfort from the contact? A kind touch to distract a traumatic event that has been buried deep within her mind.
He sighed and rubbed his jet black hair.
Dracul was tired.
(Y/n) looked tired.
She looked warm and inviting.
The Romanian wanted to be able to have contact with her like her family and her suitor.
He was a little envious of the Luxembourgish man, the brunet could touch and spend long amounts of time with her while he could not.
But....
Perhaps this project could correct that.
He could experience the warm touch of a woman for the first time.
Dracul looked at the prototype.
Just maybe...

-

Malthe yawned and rose from his bed, the words of his daughter echoed in his head.
The sweet child of his was almost always on his mind, like her mother was on is mind.
How beautiful she was.
Brunhilda, the one his village believed to be a goddess.
How did she fall in love with him of all people, sure he did look like he could be a demigod but he was a human.
He remembered how she came up to him and told him that she wanted to wed him, the village and his parents did not argue. To them, she was the most powerful being. She protected them and the land.
As a young man, he could not lie that he was attracted to her ethereal beauty.
He remembered their first night together as a married couple, then the birth of Magnus.

Magnus was hailed as a demigod and respected after his birth.
But Brunhilda changed.
People began to attack.
Other 'gods' and 'goddesses' came to steal land and power from her, she became wrathful.
She looked down upon others, even her people.
She killed and held back the other immortals, to protect her land and power.
In that time she had found Kell and Eiden.
She had Bernard by Kell then killed The mother of Thurston after finding that her stolen husband was already married.
She made that child into another immortal by some process that was more powerful than just her shared immortality with her husbands.
She gave him some of her power and control over the lands she ruled.

He was pulled from his thoughts by Iceland tapping at the door.
"Malthe.", the young man spoke softly, "want to go for a walk with me? Norway is being annoying again."
The blond chuckled a little in his father like way and got up.
"I'll take a walk with you, son.", the man said and smiled.
"Please don't become like Norway.", Iceland sighed as Mr. Puffin chuckled.
Malthe laughed again.
He was happy to actually act like a father.
He liked being a father, he missed the rare times where he could be a father to his sons.
The Scandinavian's mind went blank for a bit.
He remembered something that he had forgotten.
Something Brunhilda told him before she died.

"Are you coming?", Iceland asked as he was halfway out the door.
The blond father fell back into a chair in the hallway.
His heart was starting to beat fast.
Iceland saw something was wrong and came to his aid, "Malthe. Answer me, are you okay?"
Crystal blue eyes stared blankly, Malthe could not hear him.
He could only hear what his late wife said to him right before she died.
That moment of total vulnerability. She was no longer the conquering beast that he was captured by.
She was once again the sweet goddess that he fell in love with, the one that would only peek out every so often when she was caring for her children. Or for a split second when she and Malthe made (y/n).
Her shaky voice gasped out her last words when only he heard them.

"I am sorry, for hurting you. Kell and Eiden. I love you. I love my children. Please protect our daughter. Love our family. My darling."

Malthe was brought back to reality by a cold hand put onto his neck.
Norway was staring right at him.
The Scandinavian's vision was blurred, his shirt felt wet.
"Malthe. You just broke down in tears in the middle of the hallway.", Denmark said as he stood beside Norway.
"I-I am sorry.", The older man apologized, "I'm just being a sentimental old man."
He wiped his tears away from his eyes.
"Malthe.", Norway spoke, "You need to tell us if something is bothering you. You cannot handle this alone, based on your breakdown just now."
Iceland stood back and held his puffin, he was shaking a bit from how distant Malthe's eyes looked for a little bit there.

"I'm think I need some fresh air.", Malthe said, "To clear my head."
"Malthe.", Norway said in a scolding tone.
"Fine. Just listen to this old man tell you more about his past.", the man said and sat up.
Denmark sat down and listened while Norway continued to kneel in front of Malthe.
The Scandinavian man recalled events from his past, including his meeting and marriage to his wife.
Norway's expression changed very little although his eyes did get a little bit bigger as he listened, Denmark's expression was that of a fascinated puppy.
Finland and Sweden joined in listening to everything.
Iceland quietly listened and kept the bird from making any commentary.
"Wow.", Denmark said when Malthe was done with his tale, "I did not know all of that history."
Norway nodded, "She changed her mind about her life when she died."
"(Y/n) was in her arms as she died. She saw her mother die.", Malthe added.

"This adds even more to your and her tragic story.", Finland said, "She saw such terrible things as a child."
"That explains the nightmares.", Iceland murmured and returned to his room.
Norway got up and helped the older man up, "You do know that Your wife was probably the only thing keeping you alive, her residual magic has protected you for this long."
"I know.", Malthe said, "And you probably told them about my shortened lifespan."
"No. You just did.", The Norwegian answered and walked away.
Finland helped Malthe get away from Denmark before the Dane could pester him with questions or concerns.