Greenland's POV

"Yes, that is me." I say, turning around as someone asks for me. To my surprise, I see Denmark and some other man who has blonde hair and blue eyes. Denmark looks as if he's frozen in shock. "So you've finally come back then, Denmark." I say with a straight face. He shakes his head a bit then says,

"I can't believe how much you've grown." I look down at myself, then back at him and reply,

"Yes, I suppose I have grown a bit. I guess I have the success of the Vikings to thank for it."

"It seems your taking a personal liking to the ways of the Vikings." The man says.

"Oh, I've been rude." I say. I take a couple steps towards the man and say, "Hello good sir, I am Greenland."

"Nice to meet you," He says, shaking my hand. "I am Norway."

"Oh, so your big brother Norway." I say. "Denmark mentioned you the last time he was visiting me. I feel a bit ridiculous for being so formal now."

"It's all right." Norway says with a slight smile. He points to Denmark with his thumb then continues, "You can blame this idiot for not brining me to meet you earlier. But he has told me a lot about you-glad to finally meet you, Greenland."

"So what brings you two to my region of the world?" I ask my brothers.

"Well me were on our way to meet up with our friend Sweden. I guess he's been acquainted with a Country by the name of Finland." Norway says.

"Yeah then we're gonna invade Scotland-" Denmark says, but is cut off as Norway slaps his hand over big brother's mouth.

They're going on another raid, I think to myself, this may be my only chance.

"Let me come with," I say.

"Huh?" Denmark looks at me, with more shock than before.

"I can help with the raid. Let me come with and help you guys out." I say.

"Sure, why not." Norway says.

"But-" Denmark begins to protest, but Norway cuts him off.

"As long as you can pull your own weight I don't see an issue with you coming, Greenland."

"Great." I Say. "My village is about a day hike away, but about a couple hours if we take your boat. I just need to get a couple things."

"I thought the village was just over here?" Denmark asks as Norway leads us back to their boat.

"It was," I say, "But one day I went out exploring, and found much greener land. The fishing is more active and the pasture is better, too."

"Oh, that's good." Denmark says.

After sailing for a couple of hours, we reach my village. I grab some extra clothing, and my weapon.

"Ready." I say as I run back over to Norway and Denmark.

"Can I see that?" Norway asks, pointing to my weapon.

"Sure." I say. He takes it by the white metal rod. On one end is a double-edged black battle axe that's blades are silver. On the other end is a silver spear point under another black spear point. Tied around the rod is a fat strip of green cloth.

"Impressive," Norway comments as he swings it around, "Did you make it yourself?"

"Indeed I did." I say with Pride. "I had the village black smith show me a few things. Then he was kind enough to give me the tools and supplies needed to make it."

"Heh, it's cooler than Denmark's battle axe, I'll give you that." Norway says.

"HEY!" Denmark yells in offense.

As we start heading out into the Ocean Norway says,

"Before we head for Scotland we have to meet up with the others." Norway says.

"Who all and where?" I ask.

"Sweden, Finland, and your other brother-who's just barely older than you-Iceland."