Prompt: One member of your otp has bad hiccups and the other has to figure out a way to help get rid of them.

They didn't know what exactly had caused Chrom to develop such a bad bout of hiccups. At first Robin thought it was funny- Chrom's sentences being interrupted every few minutes by another hiccup, getting so bad he was barely able to to finish a thought before the next one came.

But now, almost half an hour later, it wasn't so funny anymore.

"Robin, we've got to -hic- find something to make them stop."

"Way ahead of you, Chrom," Robin said, stifling a giggle behind her hand as she came from the kitchen. "Look, I brought you some water, that should help."

"Ah yes, thank you," Chrom said, taking the cup from her and bringing it to his lips. He took a little sip, but quickly took it away from his lips at feeling the next one coming. Right on time too- had he not, the whole cup of water would probably have spilled across his front.

"If that doesn't work, the next thing to try is to hold your breath," Robin told him. Chrom nodded, and took another drink of the water; though it was quickly apparent that that trick hadn't worked.

"Okay, hold your breath now," Robin said, and Chrom took a big breath of air, his cheeks puffing out a bit as he held it. He stared at her as they waited to see if it would work, but a moment and another hiccup later, trick number two didn't seem to work either.

"Hmm, what pesky hiccups," Robin said. She brought her hand to her face to rub her chin, thinking of what they could try to do next.

"This has to work," she said, more to herself. "Okay, Chrom, I'm going to scare you this time."

"But I know you're going to do it, so it won't work," he said, frowning. A moment later, he hiccupped again, and groaned.

"I know. You won't know when I'm gonna do it though, so it'll work," Robin said, grinning.

"Well, I hope it's sooner than later," Chrom said, sighing as he walked to the table and set his cup down on it. "I can't deal with these pesky hiccups a moment longer. And I have that meeting with Frederick soon, and I can't be hiccuping the whole time he's-"

"Chrom, I'm pregnant."

He bolted around, nearly knocking his newly placed cup over across the surface. "You're what?!"

She was already laughing by the time he had turned around. He stayed where he was, unable to move or talk, confused at why she was laughing.

"Robin, what-"

"I told you I'd surprise you!" she said, still giggling. "But I'm not really pregnant. I was just using that to-"

"-to get rid of my hiccups?" he asked, still looking a bit puzzled at her. The realization hit him that he hadn't hiccuped since she had fooled him hit him, and he laughed.

"It worked! And you should have seen your face, it was priceless," Robin said, coming over to him and hugging him. He hugged her back.

"Thank you Robin, that was quite the scare," he said, smiling. "But you're not really pregnant, are you?"

"I'm not, promise. Just a little prank," she replied, pulling away from him.

"That's good...I mean, for right now, at least."

"Yeah."

He cleared his throat. "Now that this little episode is over, I'm afraid I have to go take care of that meeting now. Don't want to keep Frederick waiting."

"Right. Have a good meeting," Robin said, leaning in again to kiss Chrom.

"Thanks. Hopefully it'll go smooth and I'll be back soon."

"Sounds good."

The good news was, it went smoothly; the bad news was, that was only because the hiccups had returned halfway through and he couldn't get through it without being interrupted every few seconds.

It was as if the previous hiccups had come back, with a vengeance.