Love Letter Liaisons

Rating: T / PG-13

Genre: Romance/Humor

Warnings: Some language, some violence, a lot of shonen-ai, maybe a bit of shojo-ai and fluff. A really whole big load of fluff.

Pairings: Hector x Eliwood, Rath x Wil, Matthew x Guy, Raven x Lucius, Kent x Sain and so on...

Disclaimer: I don't own Fire Emblem; I merely own a copy of the game, a half-broken GBA and a ton of empty batteries by now.

Notes: Okay, folks, I'm not saying it twice: This fanfictions contains shonen-ai and (maybe) shojo-ai, meaning boy x boy and girl x girl love! If you don't like this, then click the handy back-button. Any flames aimed into that direction will be deleted.

To anyone still here now: Yay! This is my first Fire Emblem fanfiction, but I'm so obsessed with the game I have to give it a shot. Right. It'll be multichaptered, but not too long because I know my lazy self pretty well...
Anyway, I'm from Germany, meaning I'm playing the German version of the game. I've pretty much read all necessary stuff in English, but I might find myself unable to copy the way the characters speak in English. (Especially Sain! God, he's hard to write...) There might also be some grammatical mistakes of mine because I'm basically a still-learning, non-native speaker. But yeah, I trust my spellchecker. Everything else strange-looking is because of QuickEdit...

Prologue: A letter

Hector sighed. This was harder than he'd ever imagined! Glancing half wistfully, half angry at the paper in front of him, he decided that this again wouldn't do. And so, the nearly finished document made its way into the provisional trash bin - at least it tried, but its predecessors already occupied all the space and so it had to settle on the floor.

"Damnit!" The nearly nonexistent patience of the lord wasn't helping one bit in this matter and so Hector slammed his fist down on the table. Of course he had forgotten that the pen was still in his hand and said writing tool was not too happy to meet the wood head-on. The result was ink everywhere, a crushed pen and around twenty more unusable sheets of paper.

"Great, another one bites the dust!" If nothing else helped, sarcasm was the way to go. At least when it was way past midnight and hacking stuff into pieces would result in one hell of a telling-off from Eliwood. Which was like the opposite of what he wanted to accomplish. Really, here he sat, since one whole week, trying to write a letter!

Of course, it wasn't just some random letter.

It was - or was supposed to be - the most romantic love letter in the existence of mankind! Something so extremely mushy and romantic that even Eliwood (who loved all that smoochy stuff to no end) would sink into his arms in rapture right away...

"Argh!" Hector forced himself to stop daydreaming - if only for the fact that he didn't want to drool on and ruin more paper. Besides that, the letter wouldn't write itself alone. He had never been someone even close to a good writer or even poet, but it simply had to work this time!

Searching for his very last pen - he had started with about 30 of them - he decided that he would succeed now or die trying (well, or going blind from an ink-attack when smashing aforementioned pen).

Forcing himself to write as neatly as possible, he tried to rack his brain for the umpteenth time.

'My angel, my sunshine, my everything,' ('Oh God', Hector thought, 'I hope I'm mushy enough!')

'I have lain awake so many restless nights, trying to get a grasp of the feelings which have turmoiled my heart for so long now. But I have miserably failed, for there is no way for me to express this sweetest fire, which is consuming me, in words. I only hope you will forgive me and accept a much simpler phrase: I love you.

In the moment I laid my eyes on you for the first time everything else paled and faded in comparison to your crystal eyes, which shone like jewelled stars in the endless summer sky. ('I'm really good in making crap up by now!" Hector decided.) A fire illuminated your satin hair, turning it into a flowing cascade of molten gold, ember and rubies while the wind suddenly sang an unearthly song to me, praising you as the most beautiful angel who ever sat foot on earth. ('Well, actually it had been Erik screaming because someone stomped onto his foot', the lord mused and grinned.) But alas, how could the wind even try to compete with your voice, which rang through the air like a promising harp and shook my world.

Nothing has changed since this day and the few hours I am allowed to spend with you cannot quench the raging flames in my heart. Oh, how I wish to touch the pale palace that is your skin, to kiss your honey lips so I can cherish that single moment for all eternity! But how could I ever ask you for this, for as long as I can be near you I am allowed to be in my cloudless heaven into whom you let me fly. Please let me remain there forever, remain by your side, even tough you might find my words offending. My soul is yours, in eternity and infinity.'

Finally finished, Hector felt like collapsing onto his bed. Writing really wasn't his forte, but making stuff up had proven to be easier than imagined after practising for a week. He only hoped it would convince Eliwood to not-hate him.

But right now, he was feeling damn confident. The letter was better than any of Sains makeshift speeches and so sugar-sweet that Eliwood would hopefully swoon!

...Well, perhaps he had to write it again, his handwriting still reminded him of a dirty pig who had rolled its head across the paper. Right.

So Hector got up and put the wannabe-letter into one of his bags - if Eliwood would wake him up in the morning and find the letter yet, the catastrophe would be complete. He'd maybe ask the tactician for some neat paper tomorrow, then write everything again, sign the letter and then give it to his beloved before running far away. Yes, that'd work.

Tired after mulling over the letter for so long, he decided to finally go to bed. Sleep claimed him surprisingly quickly this time.

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Maybe half an hour later, Matthew sneaked around the camp. It had been snowing for almost a week now, leaving the little army stuck. The thief was bored to death by now - no enemies meant no work and his fingers were itching and keen on stealing something.

Last night he had stolen some stuff from Guy - 'stuff' meaning his underwear - and the swordmaster had chased him around the camp for a few hours. This had been the funniest thing in the last three days, but what to do this night? Guy was sleeping with his clothes on now and had no other really fun stuff to steal, so Matthew needed a new victim for now.

He stopped in front of Hectors tent. Stealing from his superior surely wouldn't be very intelligent, but he desperately needed something more dangerous to do after sitting around for so long. That decided, he made his way into the tent.

Hector was out like a light and Matthew quickly went to work and searched the bags, taking a white gem and the member card for the shops. Then, he spotted a folded piece of paper. It was too dark to read, but there were most likely some notes on it. The thief grinned. He knew Hector liked to make some notes before meetings since he was almost always lost without them. And as far as he knew, the tactician had announced one of those for tomorrow...

This was going to be a lot of fun! Still smiling to himself, he stuffed the sheet of paper into one of his many pockets, then silently took his leave.

And the letter started his very own, little journey.

Darn, I thought writing love letters in German was hard...I had no idea how terrible it is in English...oh well.

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Sheba