Dear Reader: This fan fiction is based on the cartoon series by Angelo's world (Search "Angelo's World" on FaceBook or visit his webpage on Google), and the models of Gaijin Entertainment. Special thanks to Dr Ferdinand Porsche who created the most interesting tanks the world had ever seen. Also thanks to all the tank designers around the world which inspired the creation of this fan fiction. However, please give a minute of silence to those who lost their lives in tank battles, tanks can only become legends in their hands. Anyways, THANK YOU VERY MUCH for reading my little story! You guys are my motivation to continue working on the story. However, since I am an unexperienced writer, (and a guy who is terrible at English) please please please, give me some useful feedbacks so I can improve my skills and making the story more enjoyable to read. And that's it for this short message, please enjoy)))

GUTEN MORGEN! Oh, I mean good morning there. I am Jagpanzer 38ton, or, just call me Hetzer. I'll be showing you around this frontline, please do try to keep as close to me as possible since some guys here are not that friendly here...Boom!

See? That Panzer VIII F1 just got ammo racked by an Object 120, it seems that Object 120's huge barrel is having a bad day(probably because KV-2 drunk all his vodka last night during the celebration of October Revolution). I guess you should better follow me to my hanger, for safety reasons, and to meet a few of my friends.

The greyish little tank destroyer drove quickly through the bushes, it was damn hard to keep up with his powerful engine. After crossing junctions of tenches, he finally arrived at his home, uh...I mean his hanger.

It was a gigantic, factory like building, it had a huge glass windows and steel structures. A much heavier looking and larger tank with a box like shape was washing the window with his cannon barrel with a hose attached to it.

"Guten Morgen," said Hetzer happily, "how long had you been cleaning, Tiger I?"

"Ah, from 6:00am," replied the heavy tank who had a sandy brown camouflage, "Do you like my camouflage Hetzer? I got it when I was in Africa, Rommel even signed on it."

"Yeah," replied Hetzer, "It looks good, it's quite sunny today."

"I AM A TIGER TOOOOOO." someone interrupted the conversation. It was a much larger tank with slope front armour and a huge cannon.

"Tiger II, can you stop with that World War II joke please, it is as old as your turret design," a greyish box-like tank joined the conversation, its cannon, unlike the others was short and thin looking, "Your brother has a much better turret than you by the way."

Tiger II was saddened by the comment, despite he is more than 2 times the size of the little grey tank, "I'm sorry Panzer III, but I just can't help myself with these kinds of jokes."

"It's alright," replied Pz III, "just don't repeat the same jokes again and again. Oh, morning Hetzer!"

Hetzer drove near Pz III and gave him a cannon-bump (tanks greet each other by banging their gun barrels together), "How's going chap?"

"Pretty nice," Pz III slowly patrolled towards the fuelling station, "It's just last night one of the French came to ask for some beer."

"Really?" Hetzer said in surprise, "I thought they are into wine and stuff."

"Well," Tiger I had finished cleaning the window and was detaching the hose from his cannon, "apparently, they had a huge party with the Brits celebrating the marriage of some Prince in the British royal family, and eventually they ran out of beer."

Then Tiger I, dipped the tip of his cannon in some soap water, "Damn those Luftwaffe, after they played air basketball on top of our hanger, all those Stukas had their fuel leaking from their engine, that's why I spent the whole morning cleaning it."

"Right."

Following Hetzer, we drove deeper into the Hanger. The German Hanger had a semi-circle shape, the inside felt like in a cave, but there were strong lightings all over the ceiling. The shelfs and the containers scattered around the whole room, either filled with components or tank shells, there were also empty beer bottles around the parking area where the tanks enjoy their evenings together.

"This is StuG's place," Hetzer pointed at a parking spot with a large poster that had the caption "Saint StuG" and a large pair of sunglasses.

"StuG is probably the coolest tank around this hanger," continued Hetzer, he often go around the hangers and is friends with the Italian gang leader Al Capone."

Next, we moved to a parking spot that were full of…lets say…inappropriate graphic books.

"This is T-34 747(r)'s place, he is kinda into the female population around this hanger , especially the Russian Girls)))" smirked the little tank destroyer.

"Hello Hetzer!" said a cute voice, a pink coloured tank with a spotted ribbon on her commander's cupola. She had a smooth and welly sloped frontal hull armour with a nice looking turret.

"Oh…oh…uhh…hi Fanthy…" Hetzer stumbled upon his words when he looked at the Princess of the German Hanger, a good thing about being a tank is that when you blush, no one can see it across your metallic front armour. However, Panther F had the ability to see through behind the armour into the hearts of the other tanks.

"You seemed to be doing something interesting Hetzer," Panther F smiled, this could be seen as her optics(the eyes of a tank) turned into semi-circle, with the straight side facing down, "may I please ask you about it?"

Our little trapezium SPG blushed even more, inside, "I…I'm…ju…just…"

"Please calm down Hetzer," Panther F remained her angelic smile(in the standards of a tank), "I'm not in a rush at all, just wait for a minute until you are ready to tell me~"

"I…I'm filming this video about our hanger," replied Hetzer quickly after taking a huge breath into his engine, "do…do you mind to speak a few words to the camera."

"Sure thing!" Panther F looked at the little go-pro camera on top of Hetzer (which he borrowed from 8,8cm Flak 37 Selbstfahrlafette auf 18 ton Zugkraftwagen or just Flak 37, who lived near by in the armoured truck hanger).

"Hello, my name is Panther F, the other tanks likes to call me Fanthy. I hope you'll like our hanger and don't forget to meet my brothers: Panther D, Panther G, Panther A and Panther II."

"Thank you Fanthy," Hetzer quickly saved the video, this was his highlight of the day (and probably his year). Panther F replied with a nod of her long and smooth cannon barrel and drove away delightfully.

Hetzer stared blankly at the leaving Princess, he thought…

"Fanthy is as hot and pretty as usual!"

Hetzer turned annoyingly at the deep voice behind, he soon met a steel wall in front of his face(front amour).

Maus.

The biggest and heaviest tank in the hanger, it had almost 4 times the size of Hetzer. In short, Maus was a mammoth of two massive steel houses attached together as a turret and hull. Unlike the other tanks, Maus had an unusual design with 2 cannons on top of his gigantic turret. He looked down at his friend who was more than a meter and a half shorter than him, "hey buddy, whatcha you talking to the pretty Panther F."

"Shush," annoyed Hetzer, "you are the one who said she's hot."

"So?"

"She'll never like you if you don't…" Before Hetzer could finish his sentence, Maus burst into tears (from his optics and guns).

"I can't help it," he cried, "I tried and I tried to keep fit, but I just can't help it with my size."

Sorrily, Hetzer bumped Maus's side armour trying to cheer him up, "Maybe you should try taking less ammo and only half the fuel."

Maus continued sobbing in depression, "I am just too fat for the girls."

"Cheer up dude," said Hetzer, handing Maus an oily towel using his gun, "maybe you'll find a girl who is as big as you."

"There aren't many tanks as heavy as me!"

"I bet there are, if you try to find, I heard there is one in the Muricans(Americans)."

Maus wiped his tears(grease) with his side armament(75mm gun), "Really? Can you please help me."

"Sure."

"Thank you Hetzer, you are my best friend."