Hey guys!
I'm new here, and this is also my very first fanfic.

WARNING:
But before you start reading, I want to warn you. I'm from Germany, so my English grammar/+ vocab isn't as good as yours. Still, I really want to improve my English writing, so I thought that starting this "project" would be a good opportunity for me to learn (of course I wrote some German fics, but the German FE: Awakening fandom isn't as big as here!)
I hope you won't be hard on my language, since I'm trying my best to get better and better, and hope to get some advice and critique! :D And I also hope the FE;A characters are not too OOC...
Sorry for the long note. :/

Pairing: Chrom x F!Robin
Rated: T ( I think...)
Setting: Shortly before the final battle against Gangrel. Chrom and Robin have Support lvl. A

I do not own anything from Fire Emblem; Awakening.

Chapter 1.

Ferox Castle

It's in the middle of the night. It isn't snowing outside, but the air is icy cold. Robin feels goosebumps running up her spine from the sudden cold, and almost started to regret leaving her warm bed. But she couldn't sleep.
Soon, the war between Ylisse and Plegia would be decided, the day of the final battle came closer. And this time, she knows that she won't fail. Not a second time.

Has she been too confident with her tactics? They were successful the day she started to come up with them in the first battle she fought with Chrom by her side. Everyone put trust in her and her tactics and followed every single order she made. The Shepherds told her that she did her best, that her tactic was perfect, but fate just wasn't on their side. Robin thought about that fateful day over and over again, Maybe the Pegasus knights should have ambushed the plegian castle instead of catching up with the Shepherds? Maybe Phila would have been fast enough to save Emmeryn the way Sumia saved Chrom once?

No, it wouldn't have worked out. The archers were too fast. They would have shot them down before they could flee. Robin's mind can't handle her failure. She failed everyone. She failed Emmeryn, the Shepherds, Lissa and...Chrom.
Their empty eyes after watching their elder sister falling into her death, and Chroms desperate attempt to take her corpse with them as they had to escape. Lissas sorrowful cries. His face full of anger and sorrow, and the way he simply slayed down every plegian soldier to dared to get in his way. Robins head aches from these pictures, her heart feeling heavy in her breast and her throat somehow burning painfully. Her eyes start to get teary, 'because of the icy air.'
she tells herself.

Since that day, the tactician tried to cheer everybody up the best way she could. She hugged Lissa and let her cry in her arms, talked to Sumia and Cordelia who lost Phila and the other Pegasus knights. She talked to Frederick who felt guilty the worst way he ever experienced. But when the brown-haired tactician tried to talk to Chrom, he would avoid her looks, walk away when she walked up to him quickly and started to play busy whenever she actually got to talk to him. Robin didn't want to talk about the loss of his sister all the time. She just wanted to spend time with him, like they always did when they had the time. They are 'partners in crime' after all. Robin starts to smile at the thought.

'We don't hide any secrets from each other, don't we?'

She decides that she is getting too cold and heads back into the castle. The tactician walks mindlessly through the corridors when she heard small steps behind her. She immediately knew who it was. "Tharja, stop it and go to sleep.." she almost mumbles annoyed, maybe too quiet for others to hear, but Tharja heard every single word.

"You seem to be in sorrow. I can see that." Robin turns around and eyes the darkmage's shade in a corner.

"You don't need to tell me that. Now seriously, go to sleep. We will be marching off tomorrow evening." Robin then starts to walk to her room again, but still hears Tharja's voice.

"Well then. But you should know that you should hurry. Our little prince is easy to impress." The tactician stops and looks back once more.

"What? What to you intend so say with that?" she answers in disbelief.

She hears a dark giggle before the pretty darkmage goes on: "I intend to say that our prince is confused and hurt enough to be wrapped around everyones finger. And with everyone I mean certain ladies trying to elope with him, or else." Tharja steps out of the dark, walking towards Robin. "What was her name again?...Su...mia I think? The way she runs after him all the time...baking pie for him, which taste surprisingly good to my mind..."The tactician knows that Sumia loves Chrom with all her being. Everybody in the camp knows that. Sumia is sweet, caring, beautiful and a good fighter and friend, though her clumsiness is getting in her way sometimes.

"I know what Sumia feels for Chrom." Robin said, somehow confident. "So it's no wonder that she does everything she can to make him feel better. And Chrom appreciates her caring nature. Robin's voice sounds unintentionally angry with her last sentence. Tharja is silent, and with small, but careful steps as if she's an animal watching her victim, she walks around the stiff standing tactician.

"And Sumia's not the only one. And if you seem to be so enraged already, then what will you do when I tell you about Olivia?"

Pang. Right in her face. Olivia is a very talented and beautiful dancer. Robin got along with her immediately, even though she wasshy and talked quietly all the time. Still, her dancing was and is beautiful, making the rose-haired woman more attractive than she already was. And not only Robinthought of her like that. Everyone thinks of her overly positively, and Chrom mentioned it once in front of Robin.

"Olivia is a great help here in camp. Some things are running very smoothly since she is with us."

Actually, that was the last long sentence Chrom said to her. Since then,he talks only about no more than what is absolutely necessary. The tactician could observe more than often that Chrom had deep conversations with Olivia, standing closer to her than he ever stood to Robin and always smiling. That was the first time the brown-haired saw her captain smile again after his elder sisters' death. Tharja pulled her out of her thoughts. "You're shaking..." she giggled again, darkly. "You seem to care more than you actually think you do."

Robin took a few steps away, turning to Tharja. "I do NOT care with whom Chrom interacts or who is hiding unspoken feelings for him. There are more important things to think about right now. For example-"

"The war. I know, I know." the darkmage interupts her. "But you should know that he also thinks about different things. Now that the Exalt decided to kill herself, the ylissean people would want a lovely queen next to their shining, charming king." She crossed her arms and smiled with amusement. "I can see what you feel, Robin. Even though you're hiding your feelings pretty well, I must admit." She then walks past Robin. "Oh, and that redhead pegasus knight is also into the prince, but Mr. Nobleman doesn't see her, sadly enough."

Robin makes her fragile hands into fists. "Why are you telling me this!?" she says almost too loud. Tharja turns around, looking into her angry eyes again.

"Find out for yourself. Actually, I've made it obvious why I told you this. Seems like you are not that smart in social interaction after all?" She grinned and left Robin alone.

The brown-haired tactician storms to her room. She is able to hold her anger back to not slam the door shut. Robin feels warm, because she is angry. But why IS she angry? All those thoughts of Chrom, how everybody cares for him, how he smiled for Olivia, and how he avoids her, his head-tactician. Did she do something wrong? Or is it because of their failed battle? Was it a lie when he told her that it wasn't her fault that Emmeryn died? Is he deterred from that part when Robin told him that they could be..something bigger and greater? That she would never ever leave his side, no matter the circumstances? She doesn't know, and her head aches more than has before.

She changes into her nightclothes again and crawled under her blanket, which became cold again during her absence. Tomorrow, they will march of to end this war. And Robin tells herself: 'If I can, I will ask him why he avoids me. Maybe there will be some time.' Then she shakes her head. They march into the final battle, there is no place for stupid why-are-you-ignoring-me questions. She decides to wait. The tactician thought of Olivia and Chrom again. Something is biting her heart again, and she feels a wave of pain running through her body.

'Am I...jealous?'

Thanks for reading this first, small chapter!
I hope you enjoyed it at least a bit, and that my grammar etc. isn't that horrible...
Anyways, tell me what you think about it!