AN: This is my first atempt of a fanfic and a fanfic for Fire Emblem Awakening. I hope you guys enjoy it! Reviews, and constructive criticism are always welcomed!

I do not own Fire Emblem or Fire Emblem Awakening. Nintendo owns them. So does Intelligent Systems.

Chapter 1: Chrom's Tactics

Robin sighed as he threw another failed tactic into the fire he recently built, the fire crackled and snapped while engulfing the paper in flames. It began to crumble into ashes and the edges of the sheet curled as the fire eats the sheet of paper away.

Placing his head in his hands, he pondered on tomorrow's battle. Robin spent the whole day trying to come up with at least some kind of battle strategy. But all he managed to construct is one big blank. He opened his flask and swallowed big enormous gulps out of it, wiping his mouth after finishing.

"Whew, I needed that." he mumbled wiping the sweat off his brow.

Footsteps approached him quietly and a voice spoke.

"Well master tactician, what's tomorrow's battle plan?" Oh gods… Robin's stomach twisted into three different knots when he heard that voice. Putting on a evidently fake smile, he slowly turned his head to face the prince of Ylisse.

"Heeey Chrom..." He greeted through gritted teeth. Chrom's eyes widened in fright and he began to back up slowly.

"Um, on second thought-oof!" He laid on the ground dazed from tripping over Robin's pile of tomes. Robin sprang up from the ground and helped Chrom up from the ground.

"Hey, you alright?"

"U-uh, yeah! It's just t-that you're smile. It's scaring me."

"Oh." Robin let his smile drop and stared at the ground embarrassed. Chrom sighed and crossed his arms. "So, I wonder what tomorrow's battle plan will be?" Robin paced around the dying fire twiddling his thumbs nervously.

"Weelll… You see, I have a master plan for tomorrow!" He exclaimed fisting his hand in the air with triumph. Chrom leaned forward and put a hand on his chin, interested in what Robin has to reveal.

"Really? Do tell." Robin took a deep breath before blurting out,

"I'm letting you take command of tomorrow's battle! Since you're the prince of Ylisse, and the leader of the Shepherds, I think it'd be best if I allow you to experience what's it like to command your own units in battle." Chrom stepped back, bewildered and unfortunately fell again.

"Agh Robin, I don't think I'm cut out for that kind of duty," Chrom sat up pausing before continuing. "First off, I gave you the authority to command the Shepherds because-"

"Oh I think you'll do great! I'll give you a rundown on some basic tactics so that you have enough knowledge to help command your troops!" Chrom's eye twitched.

"But.."

"NO BUTS!" Robin pulled Chrom next to him and began unfolding pieces of paper with tactics scrawled all over them.

"So here are some basic tactics…" Robin began.

Chrom groaned.

"Captain Chrom! Where do you think I should- GAAUAUGGHHH! MY ARM!"

"U-uh, Sumia! Go to Lissa to get that arm checked out! Uh, Gregor, go help out Tharja... Ahh.. What should I do?"

Chrom's eyes darted around in panic watching his army fall into the merciless hands of Grimleal. Sumia apparently has received a dire wound to her arm and is clutching it with excruciating pain written all over her face, Anna is trying to bribe the Grimleal with all sorts of merchandise, from the largest sword to a poster with Chrom naked, Lissa is cornered by four ax men, while Vaike lays on the ground unable to move from a paralyzing curse casted by a gang of smirking Grimleal mages. The angry ax man's face is frozen in an eternal scream with an enraged expression The other Shepherds were all receiving similar blunders from their leader's misleading guidance. Robin on the other hand, is having a blissful time, conveniently blasting enemies with a Thoron tome, he smiled sheepishly at Chrom, ducked from the swing of a Grimleal swordsman, stabbed him with a blast of Thron, and gave Chrom a thumbs up

"Eyy, doing great Chrom!" He said weakly.

"Great?" Chrom shook his head exasperated. Robin cringed as Chrom barged his way through the fight towards him. Waving Falchion in the air, he began to scream at Robin, "First off, HALF OF OUR SOLDIERS ARE HALF FUCKING DEAD BECAUSE OF MY TACTICS, AND SECOND, HOW IS THIS EVEN GREAT?!" Robin pinched the bridge of his nose sighing. Chrom suddenly grabbed him by his Plegian coat, and shoved him up against a tree.

"Wh-CHROM! LET- URrrghhff… Let me GO!"

"Not until you explain yourself, O GREAT TACTICIAN!"

"Urgghf, FINE, BUT LET GO OF ME FIRST DAMMIT." Chrom loosened his grip on Robin, and that's when he gets punched in the face by Robin.

Chrom groans while he layas in bed in the infirmary with a welt the size of Robin's fist on his face.

"Well Chrom, not bad for a rookie tactician," Robin reviewed the battlelog nodding in approval. "At least half of our soldiers are either in a coma, broke a bone or two, nearly lost a limb, or are currently experiencing mental breakdowns, and that's thanks to you my friend! You've done great buddy!" he praised, giving Chrom a pat on the shoulder.

Chrom growled, "Mark my words Robin, one day, you'll get your ass kicked so hard that you'll be permanently sitting for the rest of your life." Robin bent down flicked his nose and smiled,

"Thanks for the warning, son of a bitch."

AN: Yeah, I know. Robin can't really sit if he has a broken ass. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it! I'll be updating this fanfic sometime soon guys... See you guys next time!