Sort of like a Harry Potter and Hetalia crossover.
It was one day when three brothers, Arthur Francis and Alfred, found themselves walking along a road. Suddenly their road was blocked by a rapid and raging river. Not knowing what else to do, the three brothers worked together to build a bridge, and passed over the river safely. Half way across the bridge they were met with a hooded figure, the figure of Death itself.
Normally people would attempt to swim and would drown, and Death was upset over having lost three new victims. Instead Death thought of a new way to get their souls.
"You three have managed to outwit me. You each may have one thing that you desire." His voice was hauntingly capturing. The first brother smirked.
"Okay, Death, since you're so generous. I wish to have strength that will never fail in battle." Alfred said with a grin. Death flicked his bony wrist, making it so.
Alfred went and lifted a tree straight out of the ground, roots and all. The other two brothers gaped in awe, wondering what they should ask for. With a sudden thought the second brother, Francis, knew what he wished for.
"I wish to have the power to recall others from your clutches." He said. Death frowned but gave him the ability. Francis didn't need to prove it, he could feel the new ability coursing through his veins.
"How about you, Arthur?" Death asked. Arthur blinked, even after all this he still didn't trust death.
"I wish for something to let me go back and forth between places without being followed by Death." Death reluctantly handed over a cloak of invisibility.
After that the three brothers continued on their way, talking about the new abilities they had acquired. Eventually though they had to split paths, but wished each other the best of luck in their travels.
Alfred went to a pub, where he challenged every man he could. He went undefeated throughout the entire night, eventually getting drunk and getting a room. Another man, consumed with jealousy, snuck into his room during the night, slitting Alfred's throat.
And so Death claimed the first brother as his own.
Francis went back to his own hometown, where he immediately brought back the girl that he had hoped to marry, if she had not died. She was incomplete though, not really in the world of the living and not yet dead. Consumed with guilt of the unnatural deed he had committed, Francis hung himself, so that he could properly be with her.
And so Death claimed the second brother as his own.
Death searched for years and years to find Arthur, but he could never find him. It was only when Arthur had reached a very old age that he took off his cloak of invisibility and passed the treasure onto his son. Then he greeted Death as an old friend, and went with him gladly, and as equals they departed this life and went onto the next one.