A/N: Here's my first Armin x Jean fanfic:) I hope you like this!

Disclaimer: I'm only going to say this once for this whole story: I don't own Shingeki no Kyojin/Attack on Titan and I never will. This story is purely mine.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

The soft breeze drifted into the room as the sun willed its self to rise into the sky. The bright rays of light shimmered down to rest on the face of the blonde that was sleeping in his warm bed. He twitched his nose and slowly opened his eyes, only to close them fast due to the bright light in his face. He turned his body away from the window and tried to force himself to go back to sleep. After a few minutes of restlessly moving around, he gave up and sat up in his bed; rubbing his eyes childishly. Someone knocked on his bedroom door as he stood up and stretched.

"Master Armin, your father wants you to join him in the garden for tea today." The blonde, blue eyed boy looked up tiredly and nodded.

Armin Alert was the son of one of the most compelling and wealthiest business men in Great Britain, Joseph Alert. His father owned not only a very successful trading company, with his close friend William Pricket, but he also owned many reasonable sized, but still quite prosperous, businesses all around England itself. His mother, Marion Alert, was a duchess from a rich and powerful family. She was also very intelligent and taught Armin a great many things from complicated mathematical subjects to the history and culture of the places in other areas of the world.

Therefore, his desire to learn and explore the vast oceans and lands of the world were fuelled by the two most important figures in his life.

"Thank you," Armin smiled tiredly, looking at the tray in the maid's hands, "You can put the tray on my desk." The maid nodded and placed the tray down where the fair skinned blonde boy told her to place it and left.

Armin sighed and went to his rather large wardrobe to pick out today's clothes only to notice that an outfit was already picked out for him. The slender blonde boy picked up the blouse to examine it; only to realize that he never seen it before. It was a elegant blouse, though not too lavish, that was dyed in a light blue color; a few shades lighter than his sky blue eyes. It was long sleeved, with only a few frills near the wrists and collar; along with small silver buttons running up the front of the blouse and one on each wrist. There was also a pair of white trousers and simple black knee high boots.

The blonde looked back on the desk, only to see nicely polished wood, before he began to change.

"There you are darling! I thought you went and hid somewhere to read."

Armin entered the graceful garden and politely walked up to his parents who were sitting at a small table with another man. Both his father and the unknown person ceased their conversation and looked towards the blonde; his father beckoning him to take a seat next to him. Hesitantly, Armin walked forward and sat down in the seat that his father kindly assigned him to.

"Son, this is one of my close friends, John Edwards," The man shook Armin's hand, grinning almost like a mad man, and the blonde tentatively smiled back, mainly due to the sudden contact with the other man.

"It's a pleasure to meet you sir."

"Mine as well, young man. I work under your father and I sail to many of the places that your father can't go to." With that, both older males continued their almost forgotten conversation. A maid offered Armin some Earl Grey, which he gently accepted, and he began to listen to the conversation next to him; curiously wondering what he accidently interrupted when he entered the garden.

"-should have seen the look on the woman's face; pure shock! I've never seen anything like it."

"Really?"

"Yes, my good friend, you should have been there with me. You could have seen the most wonderful sights of India; the architecture is magnificent!"

"I've heard many things about it. What were the mosaics like? Are they as beautiful as many merchants say they are?"

"Oh, they're more than just beautiful, they are exquisite!"

"What do they lo-"

Armin tuned out the rest of the small talk between his father and the man; it was somehow boring to him, even though Armin loved listening to stories about the countries that traded with Great Britain. He instead picked up his tea cup and lightly drank from it while he looked at the garden and began to examine the vast amount of flowers; silently taking in the alluring, bright colors that looked like they were painted on each flower petal.

The blonde was observing the white roses, which were across from where he sat, when he saw a small rustling in the leaves. Armin quickly rubbed his eyes and blinked, I must be dozing off or something because I thought I just saw something move in the rose bushes. The briar shook again; it was more noticeable to the blonde. Armin leaned over and lightly tapped his mother on the shoulder, his eyes glued to the small rose hedge, "Mother, did you see something moving in the rose bushes over there?" His mother lightly put the tea cup down on the table and looked in the direction that he son was looking at.

"No, darling, I don't see anything," She looked at Armin, "It must be your imagination." The blonde nodded slowly and took a sip of his tea; glancing once in a while at the rose bush.

Armin finished his last sip of his Earl Grey, when his mother pushed back her chair and lightly stood up; his father and John Edwards left long ago. A maid picked up the used tea cup as his mother turned to him.

"I'll be in the drawing room if you need me darling." The soft clicking of heels signaled her retreat to the mansion. Armin sighed and leaned back in his chair.

Tick, tock...

The blonde opened his eyes and scanned the area in front of him; trying to seek out the noise. His blue eyes locked on the white rose bush. Curiously, Armin rose from his chair and cautiously walked over to the brush.

He kneeled down in front of the plant, looking left and right, trying to figure out where the sound is located. Suddenly, when the blonde's blue eyes looked in front of him, a pair of silver-amber colored eyes looked back at him. Armin jumped back and fell down; blinking a couple of times. He looked back at the bush, only to see that the eyes disappeared.

Tick, tick...

The sound came from in front of him. Armin quickly scrambled towards the rose bush and looked into the plant. There were a pair of animal foot prints, but that was not what surprised the blonde.

Laying, in the middle of the foot prints, in a neat pile, was a shiny, silver pocket watch.

A/N: This took me forever to write out but I hope it turned out ok. Reviews are amazing and I will update as fast as possible.

Until next time:)