HIIII! BEEN A WHILE! Sorry. i lost Word due to a virus, and then school started. P Anyways, I'm Back! There is some danish in here, but feel free to correct me on it, since I don't know any, and had to use Google Translate. Anywayhs, Enjoy!

Ranger's Apprentice-John Flanagan

Hetalia-Whoever Owns It (I don't his name...)

'Yay. Questions.'Sighing, the old ranger thought of where to begin. "A ranger is...the protector of Araluen. We specializ e in archery, knifemenship,, and stealth. If it weren't for us, thenAraluen would be in flames. Especially with all those damned seawolve and Wargals."
"So, like a spy?"
"What?"
"That job sort of sounds like a spy." Denmark thought for a second. "Are you a spy?"
"Why are you asking?"
"It is a simple you a spy?"
Halt felt his blood boil in his face."My paitence is running out, boy."
"I was just asking you question. I'm sorry that my curiosity gets out of hand."
"Mathias." Halldor knew all to well where this is going. The small Norwegian put his hand over the Dane's mouth. "Let's take him to the Jarls."
Nodding, he did as he was told.
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"Hvad laver du! Du er ikke meningen, at sidde rundt! Kommer til at arbejde!"
"Y-yes af sir."
"Idioter."
"Albin." The broad man turned his bloodshot eyes to see Halldor and Mathias walking towards him. "You didn't need to be so were only taking a water break."
"Not in my crew." Albin looked to see Halt standing behind the two teens. "Who are you?"
Mathias drooped in despair. "Four months and you don't know my name?"
"Not You! Him! The midget. I don't kno if-aaaAAH!" An arrow hit Albins forearm. Deep red started to spill onto the sand.
"If you don't want another arrow in your arm, I suggest you don't call me a midget."
"LISTEN HERE! I'LL CALL YOU WHATEVER I WANT! WHETHER IT BE MIDGET, MUNCHKIN, OR ELF!" Albin took out his giant broad sword. He swung it down, and there was a loud crack. Mathias screamed in pain, but held his own with his tiny hunting axe against the giant man and his giant sword.
"All he requested is help from us." Albin growled at the much smaller person beneath him. "How Dare you get in the way!"He raised his sword once more, this time aiming for Mathias. As Halldor watched the sword he decided enough was enough. But too late. "Halt do somethin-"*Hiss*
"Already done."
"Oh, good. Mathias are you alright?"
"Damn brats." Albin turned and walked away.
"I'm fine. My arm hurts, but I am fine." He smiled kindly. Halldor turned to Halt. "Maybe you should go find Aaron. He is tall with long blond hair like mine. You can't miss him. Just be careful."
He bowed. "Thank You." Halldor nodded. "Are you sure you're alright Den?" He turned to Denmark, who trying bandage up his arrow wound. "Huh? 'bout you?"
"Ja, why?"
"You're looking pale. And I heard that you are still recovering from an illness. Maybe you should lay down." Norway stayed quiet. He didn't how to respond. His mind blank, and when he was about to answer, he collapsed.
"Norge?" Mathias became picked up Halldor, and felt his forehead."You should not have come. You are still sick."
His ocean eyes searched for a medic, and then spotted Aksel, the medic on his ship. "Don't worry Norway. He'll take care of you." He picked up thepain-faced nNorwegian bridal style and rushed to Aksel for help. The scrawny redhead turned when he heard the sound of Halldor's Labored breath, and Mathias' troubled face, he knew what to do.

OH NO! NORWAY! TUT

Short. I know. I'll do better later. ;D

Here is the translations (Again, feel free to correct me. i used google translate):

1. What are you doing! You're not supposed to be sitting around! GET BACK TO WORK! (srry, bit exaggerated. LOL)

2. Yes, sir. Sorry sir.

3. Idiots.

PS. There may be a surprise guest. I haven't decided yet. XDDDD