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Hi readers! So I've had Awakening for about three weeks now and I am ADDICTED. It combined three of my favourite things in one game: battles, story and SHIPPING! So I'm going to do a drabblefic, yay! I'll be taking requests, of course, ranging from friendship to family to romance, though I actually haven't completed the game just yet, so Second Gen character requests may take me a little longer. (No incest.) But I hope you stick around for the ride. Here's Gaius x Lissa. (Part One, possibly. It depends.)

Enjoy!

Lissa was a peculiar girl.

She was a princess, and even though her sense of style was a considerably girly affair, she still carried a youthful, almost carefree boyishness that belied her station. To their own ragtag band, Lissa was still very much herself, rather than merely being known as "Chrom's sister, the youngest heir to the Ylissian throne."

Gaius noticed Lissa almost immediately.

After all, how could he not?

Lissa, although her cooking skills were...less than to be desired, always had a sweet aroma about her. It was probably just due to the candy she sometimes brought with her on the battlefield to keep her energy levels up and Gaius could sniff out candy at fifty paces away. Naturally, he was a little soft on Lissa as a result; he associated her with his favorite thing, after all. Plus, she really was quite the cutie.

"Hello, Gaius!" she would chirp at him, whenever she saw him. "Say, you know how you fixed my sleeve yesterday? Do you think you could show me how you did that?"

Really, she could have asked anybody to help her with her clothes; they would probably have at least tried to oblige her. Lissa wasn't the youngest of their army, but she was still regarded with certain protectiveness from the older members of the group, Gaius himself included in that. Not that he'd tell her, of course. Lissa's specialty might have been in healing, but she was a feisty kid and wouldn't have taken too kindly to incessant mollycoddling. Gaius found that he rather likes that about her- she might have been royalty, born with a silver spoon in her mouth, but Lissa was no pushover.

"Sure, Princess." he drawls, the word both her title and a nickname he probably would have given her even without the birthright. His face breaks into an easy grin when she looks elated. It's nice seeing her smile; it's like a sunflower. "I'll teach you."

A theatrical little gasp, and Lisa suddenly flings herself around his midriff and squeezes hard.

"Hey, uh-" he says- he's not uncomfortable, per say (he's not a total womanphobe, like Lon'qu), but he's a bit taken aback. And perhaps a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, Gaius!" giggles Lissa, whether it's just out of her natural good cheer or at having managed to get him mildly flustered, remains to be seen.

With equal lack of warning as the hug, Lissa pecks him on the cheek before letting go and sprinting down the corridor, an impressive feat considering her rather cumbersome crinoline beneath her skirts.

"Come on, silly!"

Gaius touches his cheek where she kissed him, bemused to note a blush has risen to his face. He rubs a hand across his mouth as if he can wipe the blush away. He sighs, and then pauses. It's faint, but he can taste a faint sugary flavor on his lips, from accidentally wiping the light smudge of lip-balm from Lissa across his own mouth.

Gaius pauses and considers this new taste.

He decides he rather likes it.