Hey all you beautiful (jk) people out there! If you are looking for yaoi, romance, or GilanxRussia, JUST LEAVE RIGHT NOW! This is my first(published!) fan fic...oh and a shout out to PlatinumZephyr(cuz he's cool), Little Madame Russia (for surviving my first attempts at fan fiction) and SoulMistress12(for helping me with this story idea) I'm not sorry this is short...DEAL WITH IT BRO
Disclaimer: I own Axis Powers Hetalia and Rangers Apprentice, so fuck off, Hidekazu Himaruya and Mr. Flanagan! No actually and lamentably they own these series. I think.
One sunny but stormy day in the magical kingdom of John Flanagan's imagination Gilan sipped his coffee while sitting at his kitchen table thinking how beautiful he was. Suddenly and magically(I told you it was magical) some bloke kicked down the door and strolled in like he owned the place, which really pissed the Ranger off. "Bloody hell! Why did you have to do that, dude!" Gilan exclaimed as he jumped up from the table, consequently spilling coffee all over his shirt. "That was my favourite door, you pied ninny!" he looked down at his Black Keys T-shirt. "and my favourite shirt!" he started sobbing like he had just heard that Tame Impala was going on hiatus.
"You are talantlivyy (talented) ranger, da?" the stranger said. His voice was surprisingly high pitched, but guy was huge. Even taller than Gilan(which was saying something) and 4 times as big. This was to be expected since Gilan is pretty lanky, as all you well informed fan girls know.
"Of course I'm talented" Gilan said proudly, instantly forgetting about his beloved door and pulling a Strat out of thin air. "Wanna hear this Killer riff I just learned?" I don't know about you but this dude seems a little mood swingy/bipolar. "What brings you to my castle, man?" he added as an afterthought.
"This is nyet castle" the big creepy but cute dude said. "I come to shack because I want to become strong ranger so that everyone can become one with matʹ Russia. Oh, and I hear you listen to cool indie bands." Did I tell you this guy(not gilan, the one that wasn't an english professor) had the most beautiful purple eyes? Gilan couldn't stop looking at them. And the guy's hair also hypnotised the handsome ranger. Gilan was an expert on hair. If he hadn't become a ranger, or knight, or stay at home dad, he would have been a hairdresser. Not a barber, a hairdresser. There's a difference, believe me. No, don't believe me. I'm a liar. This guy's hair was pretty awesome. It was cute and floppy and silvery-beige. A masterpiece of human existence. It made Gilan want to start singing to walruses it was just that epicc.
After awhile of Gilan staring at Russia(if you haven't guessed it was him by now you are a dummkopf and should be sent to Siberia for your crime) in fascination, shock, and horror, he managed to speak.
"I love you almost as much as love myself. Of course you can be my apprentice sir."
Me: Hey Gilan!
Gilan: Yeah man?
Me: Wasn't that a little over the top?
Gilan: Not compared to France! Onhonhonhon. HAHA BURN!
Back to the story, comrade!:
"I am sorry that you love me because your pony and I are already dating, da"
"BLAZE!"
I am still trying to decide if I should do a series of one shots or a whole story...I'll try to update soon but NYET PROMISES...the "i love almost as much..." line is from an episode of hetalia when greece says "I love you Japan. Almost as much as i love cats" or something like that. I'll try and post a hopefully longer chapter next week...suggestions are welcome!