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A Sunor Tale Chapter 2: Middle Times

Part 1.

September 12th 1297,

Malmö

Humans were fast at changes when it came to living situations on the planet. More people were born and the society grew very fast. But so did the relations between the different folks in the world.

There were no more vikings any more and their swords were not as big and strong as they used to be. Swords were now more for showing off than for fighting with. Their clothes had been changed to a much more complicated fashion as well as more colourful and more smaller weird things stuck on them.

Norway had been very unwilling to put on the new fashion at first but he soon got used to it, he had to, after all. This were the clothes his people wanted to wear, then he would wear them too. Sweden had really never cared for fashion, sure he thought the clothes looked like a joke but he just put them on silently without a fuss.

Their names had also changed with the time, or rather the beliefs of their people. That was something Norway and Sweden hated. They really did not like this Christian thing but if that was what their people said then yeah… how could they say no, no one would listen to them about this kind of things anyways.

Björn’s name became Berwald, it was not that far different from his original name but still strange. Ivar became Lukas and he had a very hard time with the change at first, but as well as Berwald he got used to it after some time.

Both of them had no idea how it happened but somehow the Dane had gained much control over both of them. Lukas knew he should had been more careful around that fucking Matthias. Still they were friends. Lukas, Berwald and Matthias got along just the same way as back in the viking times, still unbreakable from each other. It was just a little bit different… something was strained around them, around their people. Matthias’ smile was no longer a goofy friendly smile. No, his smile had changed like a monster’s sharp teeth. He was more clingy to them than ever, always on their backs, watching them.

The Dane had always been clingy, it had not been a problem at all back then, Berwald was a bit clingy as well and Lukas secretly loved having Berwald lean against him. Berwald had never been annoyed by the Dane’s ways but somehow Lukas’ two friends seemed to start more serious fights rather than the playful ones that they had when they were younger.

One time, in such a fight, Matthias had really hurt Berwald's arm with his axe that he had gotten from his boss. And while Berwald was looking at his arm which was pouring out red crimson blood from its wound, Matthias had jumped up and down in happiness that he won. Lukas’ eyes had widen at what he saw. Sure Matthias was reckless and an idiot, but he was their friend and had never hurt them like this before.

Denmark had changed. Both Sweden and Norway could see that, he was still their brother ...but he was so different now than the Matthias they had grown to love as a brother. He liked to hurt them, liked to fight, he loved to be in control …

After the arm incident Berwald changed as well. He had always been quiet and calm but not cold and emotionless. His eyes became lifeless, they only lit up when Norway was alone with him. Norway changed also, he didn't know why but in the shadow of Denmark and Sweden he looked small and pathetic. His people felt like that as well. Lukas had been the strongest of the three when they were children; Now, however, Matthias had grown stronger as ever and Lukas could see Berwald was running for the crown as well. The tiny and scrawny Berwald had now muscles and a firm body, Lukas had a firm body as well but not those muscles Berwald had. And it made Lukas angry that he could not be as tall as Berwald.

Lukas had once been more open with his words, more in control and more like the leader of the group. Now he just stayed silent in the corner, just listening to the stupid things that were  said. Back in the day, he would have gone up and yelled at the stupid words that were said. Lukas however knew that right now if he did that he would be slapped for talking. Then its best to be quiet, he would not waste his voice on somebody who did not listen to him.

They had changed.

Nyo!Denmark as a viking again!

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A Sunor Tale Chapter 1: The viking Times

Part 3.

As time went on the little boys became like one, they never left each other's side unless they really needed to. The two villages also became closer. Soon enough, Norge was forced to introduce Sverige to Danmark. However the three boys were a great team and they always seemed to be able to smile when they were close to each other. Each day they became smarter and stronger with each other’s help.

During that time Norge, may have taken Sverige’s hand when they walked over a river. That was only because he knew how clumsy the younger nation was and he did not want him to drown, that was all, nothing else. They both ended up holding the Danish nation's hands anyway because he could not stop whining over how unfair it was that the two younger nations were  used to the nature while he was used to flatness and just a few trees. Sverige and Norge had rolled their eyes at the Dane's dramatic ways but nonetheless had held his hands.

Later when the sun was going down the Dane  just waved goodbye leaving his two quiet friends behind. They were both now a little older. Sweden about seven now and Norway somewhere about nine and a half years old. They stood there in the cold weather just listening to the wind blowing through the trees. They were standing on a grassy hill seeing as the sky turned to a dark purple golden shine when the sun went down. Everything was silent and they felt like they were the kings of the world, seeing everything so small at their feet. They both wished that they could be free like this forever, coming back here everyday knowing that they meet on the hill again in the morning, ready for another day of being close, holding hands in secret and sailing away on small adventures together.

None of them wanted to move, but the sun was soon gone for today and they needed to get home if they did not want to be punished for being late. Ever since the boys had started being around each other had their bosses been more strict with curfew rules.

They were young nations but still they had seen more than any other human child in their life. They were vikings and so they lived for exploring and taking what they wanted and at the end then go home. Still there was so many things they did not know, even if they had seen a lot in their life.

But what they did know was that you kissed someone that you adored, someone you wanted to be close to. They had seen the humans do this a lot of times, so why should it be wrong for them to do it?

Norway had slowly turned to Sweden, they then looked into each others eyes. This is what Ivar really adored about Björn, they didn't need to say a word to each other, they could just communicate with their eyes. Norway leaned forward and kissed Sweden softly on the lips. They both felt a warmth in them as their lips connected. Björn blushed and so did Ivar, they both gave a silent nod before turning to walk to their homes.

They were just friends that liked each other and had given a small kiss. That was all, just friends, because love was not yet in their vocabulary.

A Sunor Tale Chapter 1: The viking Times

Part 2.

Ivar had never met the other boy before, it was not long ago since his people had met the Swedes and they had become friends in an instant. The Swedes and the Norwegian people had came from the same place after all. But even if they had become friends, Ivar did not trust other countries. He had always been a loner and careful with whom he was beside. He had however been curious over the region that was called Sverige. But he was not about to walk over there to meet and talk with him, no,  even if… having a friend that was like you and in your age was very appealing. But then he had remembered the last time he had said the same thing to himself, he ended up coming to a meeting with his boss to the region that laid over the sea.

An overly happy child had thrown himself at the poor Norwegian boy and they had fought like there was no tomorrow. Denmark was his “friend” now but he was a bit hard to be around with and Ivar did not trust the Danish nation or his people at all. They were brutes more than himself and they were also sneaky liars according to him.

Sverige did not flinch and Norge really admired that action from the boy that was younger then him.

“As your boss said...They found me and took me here ...I am not here because I want to be , sorry for trespassing on your land.” Björn said coldly. If Ivar wanted a fight Björn was sure to show him that he would never be scared of the older boy.

They had a quiet minute before Ivar relaxed his arm and let Björn out of the grip.

“I am Norge”

Björn raised an eyebrow at that. Did this boy think he was stupid or something? Björn had already figured out that he was Norge and honestly he was a bit excited. His people did not like or care talking to other people. All they wanted was to go out and be vikings and live their life so they rarely talked to anyone else. However when they met the Norwegian people they became very good friends and helped each other out. The Swedish people were sword making masters and also made warm practical clothes while the Norwegians were great at sailing and making boats, so when they worked together they always came home with much more treasure than when they did alone.

So Björn was excited to see the other boy finally.

“I am Sverige”

Ivar rolled his eyes at the Swede. “Yeah I know it's not that hard to figure out.”

Björn glared at him.

“Hey you got a pretty good ice face there” Ivar complimented.

This made Björn’s cheeks heat up. And Ivar smiled a bit at that thinking that the younger boy yet taller one was acting very cute. Ivar sat down beside the Swedish nation and took out a small leather bag.

“Want to play a game?”

Björn nodded his head when he saw what kind of game Ivar held up. He had never been able to play that game before.

They started playing with a frown on their faces still weary for one another. Soon, however, their lips started to form a smile and after an hour the smiles had grown into laughs as the two small boys ran around in the house, swords drawn and pointing at each other.

However, Fenrick got slightly worried at the children's loudness and stepped inside,  but was shocked at what he saw: The two boys were playing, smiling as they went on. He had seen his nation playing before but not laughing as much as he did now. To see Norge smiling was rare, Fenrick could not help but smile at that himself. He stopped smiling however when he needed to get them to bed and they both decided to attack him instead of listening. He soon found out that the little boy Björn was stronger than he looked as he almost broke Fenrick’s arm when the adult had tried to grab him.

To be continued...

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