Welcome to the first instalment of my ongoing series: Support Rank! In it, you'll find four chapters of one story, recounting the romantic adventures of a certain couple from Fire Emblem: Awakening based on their support conversations. This time, it'll be Chrom and Female Robin (Who will be named Robin). Rated M because the last chapter will contain smut. Contains spoilers from the game. Takes place during the two years after Gangrel's death.

I do not own Fire Emblem: Awakening or any of the characters. Everything belongs to Nintendo. All hail Nintendo.

It was a warm afternoon in Ylisse. Chrom and his famous Shepherds were taking a semi-relaxing day off from fighting hordes of zombies and crazy kings and emperors. Gaius was eating sweets, Libra was praying to Naga, and Maribelle and Lissa were having tea-time. All of the troops were just taking it easy.

Well all of them, except the Prince himself, and his Tactician.

Chrom was walking amidst the camp, taking inventory and making sure everyone was either relaxing, or training. Simultaneously, Lissa was secretly following him to make sure that he wasn't accidentally punching holes in walls, but that's a story for another day. After Chrom's second round, he spotted his right-hand woman walking towards her own sleeping tent. Quickening his pace, he caught up to her.

"Robin!" he called cheerfully, "Finished training for today?" his comrade smiled and nodded politely.

"Yes, but I still need to do some studying. There is no use for a tactician who cannot give proper tactics." she replied. Chrom chuckled as they both broke into a stride together.

"You should take a small break, like everyone else is doing. What with Gangrel defeated and no trouble, save a small amount of Risen every now and then, we deserve a rest." Robin nodded in agreement once more and flicked her hair back.

"I suppose so, I myself have missed a good meal and a hot bath." Chrom tried to ignore the part about the bath, and continued the conversation.

"Perhaps you and I can go to the market later and pick up supplies." Robin smiled warmly as they arrived at her tent.

"I would like that, but first, I would like a nap. Ladies need their beauty sleep." she said, as she was about to enter. Before that though, she noticed Chrom had gone a slight shade of red.

"Chrom," she asked worriedly, "What's the matter? Are you sick, do I need to fetch Maribelle, or Libra?" the nobleman cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly.

"N-no! It's just… I never thought of you as the "lady", type of person, per se, and you look perfectly fine as you are now, but…"

"Are you saying that I'm not a beautiful lady?!" Robin accused him, her lips ready to cast fire.

"O-of course not! It's just… well, ladies like Maribelle, or my sister don't fight and they err… well… I mean… Oh, this isn't coming out well." Chrom stammered. Robin made a weird growl-moan-roar of frustration and stomped her foot.

"Did they not teach you manners in your pretty-boy school?!" she screamed.

"I suppose but… I never paid too much attention…"

"Perhaps you should just find a better word to describe me, then." Robin said.

"Well I mean, ladies are usually trimmed with finesse and have a certain air of err… lady-like qualities, to put it bluntly, and err… Robin, Robin dearest, what are you doing with that rock…?" he asked, quite afraid now.

"I was just wondering if I could throw this rock with finesse and lady-like qualities so it could land right in your- Hey, where did go? Chrom? Chrom?! CHROOOOOM!" the tactician screamed, so loud that even Panne, deep in the forest, could hear.

"Damn that foul-mouthed peasant! I'll get him next time he calls me un-ladylike! In the meantime… I suppose I could use some training. Perhaps Maribelle could give me lessons on how to walk properly…" Robin said to herself.

Meanwhile, Chrom was huddling in his own tent, clutching Falchion, and scared that his best friend would barge into the room at any moment and Forseti his head right off. He was also scared that his best friend would find out that he was attracted to her, because she was un-ladylike.

"Ah well," he sighed to himself, sheathing Falchion, "I suppose I will have to wait until our next reunion to sort this out, which I hope will be in a long time." at that moment, Frederick walked with a polite smile and reminded Chrom:

"Remember Lord Chrom, you have a meeting with Robin in the next few minutes, this cannot be missed!" he announced, and disappeared. Chrom, hearing the news, began to bawl into his own hands.

"Gods, help me." he whispered into the moving sky above, but no god, Naga or Grima, could save him from the fate that lay before him