Here is Chapter 3.

Sorry about the shortness of the last chapter. I tried my best with this chapter, and sorry for mistakes.

I don't own anything.

101 Story Challenge: 3, Water, brotherly DenSve

A small, spikey, blonde headed boy, sat on the ground, watching with curious blue eyes as his brothers and sister played with his cousins.

Standing he waddled over to his father.

Looking down, his father smiled at him.

"Yes, Mathias?"

"Far, why are we here?"

The tall, curly, blonde headed man that his father had been talking to, bent down, his purple eyes looking as if they were about to shed tears.

"Mathias, why don't you run along and play, while we discuss somethings."

"Okay." the boy said, defeated.

Walking back to the small wagon his father used when he took more than just one child with him.

Grumbling he climbed, watching as a playful, young, silver-headed, brown eyed boy, chased his sister.

After a few hours, the silver-haired man walked over to him, his father gathering the rest of his siblings.

"Hey, Mathias. How would you like to stay with me for a while?"

Mathias shrugged.

"Well you will be, okay? Why don't you say good-bye?"

"T-They don't care."

"I do," a small voice said. Whipping around Mathias stared into the blue eyes of one of only two sisters, this one being the dark haired one, "Bye- Bye, Matty. I hope we can see each other again." she said.

"Bye." he whispered, as the man picked him up and his sibling clambered in, none of them physically older than three.

After they left the man took him to a small house, nestled just into the woods.

Setting him down, the walked to start dinner.

Starting to look around, he was tackled to the ground and stared into three very different pars of eyes.

His three cousins looked at him in curiosity and awe.

The oldest with brown eyes and silver hair, the one that had chased his sister, was maybe three and half, but looked scarred and weak.

The next looked tougher, with blue eyes and blonde hair, he looked to be two.

The last one was cute, with silvery hair and monotone indigo eyes.

"Hi," the middle one said, "This is Norway (the youngest) and this is Kievan. I'm Svergie, but you can call me Sweden."

"I-I'm Mathias, but call me Denmark."

Little did they know that they would become good friends, Sweden and Denmark and Norway, a friendship that even caused a natural land bridge to form between their lands.

Until... Their father, for Denmark had forgotten his other siblings, passed.

Now all in their 100's of years, or twenty physically, years of age, they gathered to decide who would get what.

Kevian had fallen almost 100 years after their father's land was swept by Christianity, but he had children that gained the land.

Scandia on the other had, had five children, who would split his land.

The next after Norge was Tino, or Finland, with silvery hair and purply eyes, he hung with Sve mor than anyone.

Lastly was Iceland, Emil, who looked like Norge's identical twin.

"I'm older, I should get more!" Den yelled at Sve, brandishing his battle axe.

"I'm more mature." Sve stated, calmly.

"Well, I-I..."

"You are not a of Scandia, you shouldn't get his land."

All of them gasped, they never brought that up.

"You'll regret this Svergie. You'll regret this." Den said, stalking off.

Nor and Ice gave save a withering, but apologetic look and followed.

Over the next thousand years fighting in the North would continue because of this fight. But over the water Sve and Den would eliminate the land bridge, only to build a man made one back, symbolizing that there was hope that fighting would stop over the waters of their fued, hopt that they could be brothers.

And finish.

Yes, it is historically inaccurate, but I don't care.

So...

Ciao~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~