A/N: Modern Day AU, order up! (College AU)

Expect three stories today! Prompts 3-5!

I do not own Fire Emblem Awakening, the stories, characters, or anything related in the franchise.


"…You're Frederick, right?" Robin looked at the man, tucking away a few stray strands of hair behind her ear.

Pushing his glasses up, he nodded. "I apologize. Your name was…?"

"R-Robin!" She stuck out her hand, which he shook after a few seconds pause. "Sorry! You speak up during class, so your name kinda stuck." '…Plus, you're hot…not that I'll say that out loud…'

"Right," Starting to shift his messenger bag, he continued, "I've noticed you as well. Not many Plegians attend Ylisstol U."

Grimacing, she turned away. 'I guess he's…that type, huh?' Although the two countries previously had peace for several centuries, the last century was close to war. No combat occurred, and there were few, if any, casualties, but it was a war nonetheless, a cold war. Only in the past fifty years was a treaty signed, and national relations became "normal." Still, racism, on both sides, remained rampant.

Pulling out his cell, and playing with it, the brunet finally looked up. "I-I apologize!" Robin turned, face flat. She did note that he looked sincere. "I-I didn't mean it in THAT way. Plegian, Feroxi, Ylissean, it matters not. It's…well, you don't see many people with platinum hair. That's the only reason I identified your heritage." Face still genuine, a hint of red started showing. "Really, it doesn't matter. I'm part Plegian myself, on my Father's side. I-It's from, generations ago, but still…"

She watched the flustered man, who was trying to figure out what else to say. She sighed, but smiled. "It's fine, really."

"I-" He looked as if he was about to apologize again, but stopped, and took a breath. "Let's just…change the subject."

She giggled, "Let's."

"You're here for the extra credit?"

"Why else would I be outside the school's library on a Saturday?"

"Maybe you like studying?" He shrugged, looking at his phone again, causing Robin to do the same. 9:56 A.M., just a few more minutes.

"Kind of? I like reading, but, well, if I don't stay on top of things, my dad's gonna ship me home. I'm here on the condition that I keep at least a 3.8 GPA."

"…Wow, harsh."

She shrugged, "He has his reasons." Cocking her head, she looked at him. "And you, do you like studying?"

"As much as anyone, I guess." He smirked. "By the way, what year are you?"

"Freshmen. You?"

His eyes widen, before blinking. "Freshmen? …This isn't a GenEd course."

"I like this field of study, genealogy, history, and stuff. There were no pre-reqs, and it fit my schedule." She puffed out her cheeks, causing him to chuckle. A nice, fairly likeable sound. "And you, you never answered my question."

"Senior. I need some non-major credits."

"What school are you in?"

"Business. And you? Have you decided?"

"Fine Arts, probably. I only need a degree to please my dad."

Another quirk of the eyebrow. "You should be thinking about your future as well. Fine Arts doesn't get you anywhere."

She shrugged. "My dad has a job lined up. The only thing he wants for me is a decent education."

"Lucky." He smiled, but she could hear the bitterness, not that this was the first time; she's heard it all her life. "That reminds me! Your number, could I get it?"

Turning away, her face flushed. She's never been hit on before! "Are…like to date or something?" She peeked at him, seeing the man color.

"No! No, I-! My apologies! I meant as study partners. I don't know anyone in the class, and, well, you're agreeable… I-I really should have explained myself!"

She giggled, nodding her head, glad that it was a misunderstanding, yet disappointed that it was a misunderstanding. She unlocked her phone and went to the contacts, passing it to him. "Here." After adding each other, she looked at her cell, stunned. "Shit! It's already 10:10!"

Blinking, the man looked at his own device before nodding. "Let's go. Why waste any more time on a Saturday." He smiled, and with his hand, motioned to the door. "Ladies first." Another giggle, but she fake-curtsied and went through the automated doors.

"Do you know who you'll be researching?" She turned, walking to the elevators. Other than the librarians, and a few random students, the library was deserted. Of course, it was the first week of the semester.

"Yes, an ancestor of mine, who, coincidentally shares my name. He was a hero in ages past, yet my family still holds him in high regard." He smiled as they reached the elevator, holding it open for her. "And you? Do you know who you'll be researching?"

"Yah," She started scratching the back of her neck, chuckling. "I'm kind of like you, I'm planning to study an ancestor named Robin. She was a hero centuries ago. I have other notable family members, but, well, she's always stuck out to me."

"Robin…" His eyes widen when they reach their floor. Exiting, she can tell he's contemplating something. "The Ylissean Tactician of lore?"

"Not many others out there."

"You're joking." He stares at her, not believing the little Freshie.

"I'm not!" She giggles. "Seriously! My family has this family tree, outlined from the beginning of Chrom's Golden Age." Of course, she didn't want to mention that she was part of Plegia's royal family, which is the only reason why she KNEW her ancestor was THE Ylissean Tactician.

Blinking a few more times, he turned and continued forward. She wasn't certain why, but he was blushing. "Then, you know her husband, right?"

"Right, Fred-" She stopped. "You're joking!"

"If you're not, I'm not."

"Seriously?!"

"Truly!"

"Then, we're like, related?"

"Distantly, yes." He chuckled, looking at her again.

"How?"

"Well, we can find that out now, c'mon!"

She shook her head, making the brunet pause. "That…That's not possible!" Her hand raked through her hair. "Five years following the defeat of Grima, the two moved to Plegia, Robin taking the throne." She looked at the man before her, uncertain of their familial relations. There was no trace of her family ever returning to Ylisse. Some went to Valm and Feroxi, but even then, her family tree knew of those offshoots and descendants.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder, causing her to look up to a gentle smile. "Relax, Robin. We're here. We can look it up." His hand moved down her arm, to her hand. "C'mon."

Tugged gently along, her face burned. Not because of the perplexing situation, but because of how this senior, REALLY distantly related, made her feel.

…Maybe, they could be "making history" in the near future…


A/N: Maybe you can guess, but the modern day Robin and Frederick do, by the end of the semester, start dating, and like their ancestors, they marry, naming their first child Morgan, thanks to the genealogy lesson they took in college.

Also, here's my take and reasoning to how Frederick's family has stayed in Ylisse, while Robin's has been in Plegia. Robin and Frederick move to Plegia five years after Grima's destruction. Their biological, born in the good time line, son, Marc, later becomes the king of Plegia, thus leading to modern!Robin's ancestry.

Modern!Frederick's family tree is from Future Morgan. He took his father's lineage as his own, remaining, and serving Ylisse's family to keep his father's traditions.

I kind of always like the thought, that following the war, Robin would return to Plegia to help heal the nation. You might see other stories with that theme in the future ;)

Finally…My love to the Fine Arts majors! Please don't hate me! I have a BA in Japanese! I am one of you! (Kind of…I have two other non-Fine Art degrees too ;;; )