Ch. 1
Fairies. Mischievous little creatures. They liked to pull pranks on unsuspecting people all the time, and half the time, those pranks ended terribly and would last a lifetime. And yet the magic trio loved to be around them, and they didn't know why either. Maybe it was the thought of being with a magical creature, or the fact that said creature had chose to hang out with them, all they knew was they didn't mind being around fairies. Except when the fairies were bored.
Now the magic trio should have known something was up when they found all of their spell books and potion ingredients missing. But still they didn't suspect the fairies. It wasn't until Fey and Sephora, two fairies that frequently visited them, came fluttering around that they knew something was off. Those two for whatever reason, insisted that the three stand still and in a circle. Norway found this to be odd, but obeyed, after all the fairies were cute and he was weak against cute things.
The other two followed the younger looking nation's lead, standing in a circle, perfectly still while the two fairies flew around them, occasionally throwing small balls of light around them.
The light balls grew, encasing the magic trio who was oblivious to what was going on. The trio's eyes were closed, the fairies flying faster, jumping out of the way as the balls of light they threw swallowed the magic trio up.
They screamed, it felt like their bodies were being squished, like a giant or one of Norway's beloved trolls grabbed them and began to reshape them physically, or like they were going through a reverse growth spurt. Their minds were becoming foggy as well, like everything inside of them was being ripped away.
And then as the light began to fade, the fairies giggled and flew off, seeing first hand their finished creations. Where the magic countries had been lay three children. Their ages were generally close together, ranging from 1-3.
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"Where am I?" A small short haired blond boy with green eyes asked, he looked around, seeing two other boys that appeared to be younger than him, lying next to him. The little blond boy stood up, looking down at his outfit, he was in a large white button up shirt with a sweater vest on top of it. "Owie." the blond boy jumped as saw he that one of the other boys, this one with dark, dirty blond hair, had sat up, now awake.
"H-hello." the green eyed boy said, staring at the only other awake boy.
"Where we?" the red eyed boy asked before he tried to stand up, falling back down as his foot got caught in the long red coat he had on.
"Uhm... I don't know." the green eyed boy answered sadly.
"Okay. Oh! Name R-Rom-ain-..." The red eyed toddler paused in frustration, and took a deep breath before speaking once more.
"I Vlad! I'm 2!" ,Vlad said, his grin large.
"I'm Arthur. And I'm 3." the green eyed boy replied.
"Wow! You're big!" Vlad stated in awe.
Arthur began to think of a reply when the last boy woke up, the boy had wavy blond hair that came to his just under his chin, he had an independent curl on the side of his head, and large blue eyes. He blinked up at Arthur before turning to Vlad. "Hi! I'm Vlad! I'm 2!" Vlad introduced, getting up and stumbling over to the boy. He crouched to the baby's height at which he sat.
Arthur noticed that the boy seemed to be tremendously younger than the other two. The blue sailor shirt he was in practically swallowed him up.
"I'm Arthur and I'm 3." Arthur said slowly, he himself walking over to the youngest boy.
The blue eyed boy stared at Vlad before reaching over, yanking hard on Vlad's long hair. "Ow! Artie! Make hm stop!" Vlad cried, while the boy let out a string of adorable giggles.
Arthur chuckled as well before he yanked the boy's hand back, giving Vlad a chance to escape.
