In the middle of the Second Europan War, Welkin Gunther and Alicia Melchiott become drafted to a continental unit of a higher power.

Prologue:
The Recommendation

The second Europan War is at its climax.

An Imperial prince is mounting a full-scale attack against the capital of Randgriz with the land dreadnought, Marmota. Its massive size, and sheer power, instils fear into her enemies. The threat it possesses in the battlefield is unmatched by any weapon the world has seen to date. Normally, it would be an object of fear, but for Alicia Melchiott it was an object for redemption. Seeing her allies' weapons dealing no visible damage to the dreadnought, she came to an understanding with herself. She was a Valkyrur, a being that can be considered above human, a being that possessed immense power.

"Forgive me, Welkin. I shouldn't have just left. Not without saying goodbye."

The Valkyrur's signature blue flame was consuming her body. Her hair has become a snow white, and her eyes will soon become blood red. She was prepared to end everything by sacrificing herself and by lighting the final flame- a suicidal attack that is capable of leveling a whole city, at the cost of a Valkyrur's life.

"I've been thinking this whole time Welkin. Wondering why I was born like I am..."

In the midst of the unsettled dust and the high winds, Welkin Gunther was running full speed with determination in his eyes. He left his squad and his tank to talk some sense to a person he considered important. He didn't care about the possibility of death; he merely wanted to reach her in time.

"Roger. Considering his personality, it was highly unlikely he was going to let her do that in the first place." Nicolas Maxwell lit an expensive cigarette as he crossed his legs, seating atop the smoking Imperial tank. The 23 year old, dressed in civilian clothing, was not entertained by the event unfolding before his eyes. As the couple embraced in the distance, he can't help but look away with a sour look on his face.

"What's the matter, you look bitter. Haha..." His superior spoke to him through a hand-held radio. His tone was far from serious, and was indeed very casual.

"I'll take that as an insult, sir." Nicolas sighed and looked into the general direction he imagined his superior to be. He must be watching him through a pair of binoculars somewhere in the city.

"Well anyway, what do you think? Is the lass worth our effort?"

"It's not my place to decide on that, you know."

"Yeah, but I want your opinion anyway. We're a democracy."

Nicolas can't help but feel a tinge of sarcasm in his boss' voice. "Very well, my opinion then is that she's highly unqualified to be part of our task force. Furthermore, she seems to be the kind of person who'd probably end up hindering our progress in missions."

"Oh? You're already imagining her to be a liability? Why's that?"

"Her personality... it seems like it's impossible for her to kill in cold blood."

"We don't kill in cold blood. We kill for a justified reason." The voice spoke solemnly, much to Nicolas' surprise. Nicolas inhales and looks up at the blue sky before giving a reply.

"Let's just hope, we can convince her that."

"Ha! Does that mean you're okay with her signing up!?" Again, his superior's voice returned to being casual and aloof, much to Nicolas' discontent.

"I'm not going to answer that."

"Bah, you're no fun. Well lookie now, the Empire's entering the city. I'm going to have to relocate, you should do the same."

Click!

The line went dead. Nicolas stood there for a moment with the radio still held to his ear. He looked around and saw the many dead Imperial soldiers. He looks a fair distance and sees some Gallian troops, in the same pathetic state. He never liked war, but he was forced to face this tragic reality ever since he was a child. His eyes then focused on the distant Squad 7 and he felt a tinge of anger. Amidst this war, amidst this strife, two people announced their love for each other. This thought sickened him. Their act was an insult to those who sacrificed their lives in the battlefield---

"Hold it right there! Don't move!"

Captain Varrot of the Gallian Militia aimed her gun at Nicolas. She was on her way back to the city to report to the regular army when she saw this mysterious person. He was standing atop a destroyed Imperial tank speaking to an unknown person through a radio. He didn't look Imperial or Gallian, and furthermore did not appear concerned about the approaching Marmota.

Nicolas did not listen to her voice and instead hops nonchalantly off the Imperial tank. He quickly turns around and draws the pistol he had hidden in his suit...

"...!"

...completely taking Eleanor Varrot by surprise. Before she could pull the trigger on her gun, Nicolas had already fired a shot...

Bang!

...that directly struck the staggering Imperial soldier behind her. The man that stood before her showed an emotionless face. He simply puffed his cigarette as he holstered his gun. Eleanor was not sure how to react. For the first time, in a long time, she was afraid. The person in front of her drew his gun with speed and fired with precision. It all happened in a flash. Who was this person? She knew that she was no longer in the dominant position. If she made a wrong move, this man would surely kill her.

"Who are you!? Who were you speaking to on that radio?"

To Nicolas, the Gallian soldier looked like she was trying to act tough. It was obvious that she was nervous.

"Don't worry; I'm not working for the Imperials."

Eleanor narrowed her eyes. She didn't have any definite proof to believe any of that yet.

"Neither do I work for your country... I'm nothing but a neutral civilian at the moment." Nicolas began walking towards her. Varrot hesitated for a moment, and took a step back. With her pistol still raised, she ordered for Nicolas to back off. But he didn't care, he continued walking.

"A law should seriously be passed disallowing soldiers to fire upon non-combatant civilians." Nicolas smiled sarcastically as he took out his holstered pistol. He held it by its butt and quickly disassembled it piece by piece. Varrot simply looked at him with wide-open eyes.

"You can lower that gun now. I'm a civilian, remember?"

A few days have passed since the battle at Randgriz. Alicia now stood in her room facing herself in the mirror. She just finished dressing herself up in the familiar uniform she had worn for 7 months. She no longer showed signs of doubt, and she was no longer lost. She smiled at herself in the mirror in an attempt to cheer herself up. And it seems to be working, for now at least. She recalls the events at Randgriz.

The battle had gone well, but not well enough. Though they were able to infiltrate the dreadnought, they were unable to destroy the monster. The only goal that they were able to achieve was the destruction of its powerful weapon, the Valkof. Maximilian, the Imperial prince responsible for all this mess, has yet to be confirmed dead. She closes her eyes and remembers the scene. Both the Edelweiss and the Shamrock were on the dreadnought, her fellow militia from Squad 7 were also there, all to fight Maximilian. Maximilian was equipped with a weapon that could rival a Valkyrur's, but he was eventually defeated by their combined effort.

The battle ended with Maximilian's weapon malfunctioning and engulfing him in a radiant blue light. He then fell into the dreadnought cursing the world for all the tragedies that have befallen him.

Alicia Melchiott holds her hand to her chest. For some reason, she can't help but feel sorry for the prince.

Then, after the battle, everybody was naturally happy. Everybody roared and cheered as the battle was won. Unfortunately, the Marmota did not stop moving and a hundred Imperial soldiers were still aboard. Her whole squad had to escape before they were overwhelmed. The battle was won, but the war is not yet over.

In the end though, Welkin was still psyched by the victory that he couldn't help but embrace and kiss her...

"Ah ehe he..." remembering the scene so vividly, Alicia can't help but blush profoundly.

Knock... Knock... Knock...

"Alicia? Are you dressed? It's me, Welkin."

"Welkin? Uhm... yeah, wait up, just let me put on my scarf." She opened her drawer and took out her signature red scarf. The scarf held a very symbolic meaning to her; it was proof of her dream of becoming a baker one day. It's one of the many things that influenced her relationship with Welkin. She had just finished unfolding the cloth, when the door opened.

"Hi." Welkin greeted Alicia with a smile as he slowly stepped in.

Alicia narrowed her eyes at Welkin for a moment, thinking to herself.

When did he start entering my room without my permission?

As she thought of this, she failed to notice Welkin stepping up and taking the scarf from her. In a simple gesture, he walks behind her and ties the scarf on her hair. She was caught completely off guard and a luminescent blush is visible on her face. She tries to hide it though by looking away.

"Er... thanks."

"What? I always wanted to do that." Welkin said kindly.

Seeing him so happy like this makes her smile just the same. Over the days, since his proposal to her, it's natural to think that they've grown a lot closer. News of their relationship spread like wildfire, mainly thanks to Largo and Rosie, who had experienced the proposal first-hand. Though, Jann is probably the most prominent gossiper in the group. Still, it doesn't bother them, as it should. And in fact has led to the strengthening of their relationship.

Of course, dating while in active duty and in the middle of a war is difficult. So they tend to enjoy what little time they have alone together.

"I'm sorry, am I interrupting?"

A familiar person stood leaning on the doorway. Faldio Landzaat had his arms crossed with a confident smile painted on his face. The couple didn't notice him standing there until the very last moment, causing them to jump, ever so slightly. After witnessing this, Faldio can't help but laugh out loud.

"Heh, don't worry about it. So what's up, Faldio?" Welkin decided to break the awkward silence first, much to Alicia's relief.

"Nothing much, except maybe for the fact that Captain Varrot is looking for you two." Faldio straightened up as he said this.

Welkin and Alicia looked at each other, before looking back at Faldio.

Faldio merely shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't ask me what it's about. It probably involves you guys getting a promotion, or receiving medals." Faldio spoke his mind. That was what he actually thought. He doesn't have a single clue what they're being called for.

"Understood, thanks for the info, Faldio." Welkin walked up and patted his friend's shoulder. He then turned to Alicia and asked, "Shall we?"

"Alright!" Alicia exclaimed cheerfully.

Both Welkin and Alicia did not know what was in store for them. They both knew that the war was far from over as the Gallian and Imperial governments have yet to announce an end to the war. As they walked through the hall, their minds were at work imagining what was in store for them. Whatever the trial may be though, they were sure that they could live through it. They would sacrifice everything just to protect their country.

Welkin held the door open for Alicia as they entered Captain Varrot's office.

Inside they were faced with their captain seated at her desk with an unfamiliar man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. Alicia looked at the man with curiosity while Welkin looked at him analytically. It's forbidden to smoke cigarettes inside the base, yet this man was smoking without a care in the world. Furthermore, he was in front of Captain Varrot herself. Welkin then came to the theory that the man standing before them must be an official of the highest rank.

"Lieutenant Welkin Gunther, Sergeant Alicia Melchiott..." Varrot immediately stood as they entered. "...this is Lieutenant Colonel Nicolas Maxwell."

The couple quickly stood at attention as the man fixed himself into a more formal stance. "At ease, and good morning to the both of you."

"Sir!" Welkin and Alicia shouted as they returned their stance.

Alicia was shocked the moment she found out the man standing before them was a Lieutenant Colonel. He stood seven ranks above her, and three ranks above Welkin. She had to show her best face in front of the officer as a representative of the militia. She was now absolutely sure that something big was going to happen.

Welkin on the other hand was too busy observing the officer. He was dressed in casual clothing, smoking a white cigarette. He had brown hair, much like Welkin, but they were of a darker shade. His eyes were black, and they appeared sharp, the type of eyes a sniper would possess. His build was not that different from Welkin's. Not too masculine like Largo's, but not too thin and unhealthy either. There was also a visible scar that ran through his right arm, probably sustained from battle.

"Brief them of the situation, will you, Varrot? Make it short, please."

"Yes, sir." Varrot faced her two soldiers.

"Welkin Gunther and Alicia Melchiott, the both of you have been given the offer to join an elite military organization whose power stretches beyond our country's bounds." Captain Varrot cannot help but feel saddened by her own announcement.

"The organization does not have an official name, per se, but it is commonly known by Europan military officials as the 'Magus Division'. They are called this because of the tasks they undergo, their nature of secrecy, and the powers they possess. The both of you have been selected among a thousand candidates around the continent because of your potential and because of the skill you have demonstrated." Varrot faced Alicia. "First of all, let me ask you, Sergeant Melchiott, have you ever heard of this division?"

Alicia could only shake her head. "No, sir."

"...and you?" Maxwell joined in the conversation for a moment and asked the legendary general's son the same question.

Welkin gave a different answer from Alicia and nodded once. "I vaguely remember my father mentioning it once."

"That's good. Care to explain to us the extent of your knowledge about this group, then?" Varrot looked at Welkin straight in the eye.

"As I recall, the Magus Division is composed of soldiers taken from multiple Europan countries. Only a few people are actually a part of the said division, but their influence on the continent is immense. They undergo missions not under a single flag, but for the whole continent. They take no side but their own; they're almost like a mercenary group, except that they never take clients." Welkin couldn't help but feel pressured as he spoke. Nicolas was focused on him like a hawk. "They fight under the banner of freedom and justice, and because of this usually remain neutral during wartime."

Captain Varrot was impressed; he even knew more than she did. She was just about to commend him on a job well done when the Lieutenant Colonel began clapping lightly.

"Impressive. As expected from the son of the great general. I can tell that you're going to be a great man like him one day."

Welkin couldn't help but feel happy inside. He tried hiding his smile as he scratched the back of his head. Alicia thought that he looked adorable, being complemented like that.

"So, back to the topic. Your papers are already set; the both of you only need to sign the contracts." Nicolas motioned to Varrot's desk and picked up a brown folder and handed it over to Welkin. Alicia studied the envelop by leaning towards him, it seemed normal enough.

"If you don't mind me asking, sir..." Welkin asked in a respectful manner.

"Yes?"

"What happens if we agree to this contract? What will happen to our place here in the militia?"

Nicolas grinned, he was expecting that question. Alicia was also interested in knowing the same thing. The same could be said with Varrot.

"Once the both of you sign the contract, you will become a neutral power. You will be fighting not for a country, but for the continent, no... the world itself. Hence, you will be losing your current ranks in the Gallian Militia. Once you are officially recognized as members of our division, you will be both promoted to Captain." Nicolas explained with a cold, unwelcoming tone. "But don't worry, you won't be forbidden from contacting your friends in this part of the world. Our missions are not held too often, so you'll be allowed to visit your hometowns, or go on vacations when it's our downtime."

The ending sentence gave Alicia a sense of relief. She was thankful that she didn't have to stop seeing her newly found family.

"I see... what happens if we don't join your organization?" Welkin asked another sensitive question, much to Varrot and Alicia's surprise.

Nicolas took his time to answer the question. With white smoke hovering just in front of his face, he says, "Nothing. You'll remain in your militia, fighting for Gallia, in the second Europan war."

Alicia was surprised by his answer.

"Does this mean that there's no specific benefit from us joining your organization?" Alicia insisted for a quick answer.

"There is. Once you join, we can guarantee, that this war will end within this week."

That's impossible! Welkin thought. But was this really the time to doubt words coming from this man? He possessed an aura of power, confidence, and mystery. Varrot herself acknowledged the truthfulness in his words by allowing him to speak to them like this. Welkin was unsure of how to answer him. He wasn't sure if he was going to sign the contract. He swore loyalty to his country, he swore to protect it. Will his decision really end this war quickly?

"That's impossible!" Alicia spoke out beside Welkin. She really did not believe what the Lieutenant Colonel said.

"Impossible... hmmm... believe what you must. We'll be giving you 24 hours to decide, anyway." Nicolas Maxwell extinguished his cigarette by cutting its tip with a metal matchbox. He disposes of the bud by throwing it at a nearby trashcan. As he passes them, Welkin Gunther could literally feel a strange killing intent radiating from him. "I'll be back at exactly 0800 tomorrow, in this same office. Decide by then."

The door is closed silently behind them, leaving Alicia some time to sigh in relief. She looks up at Welkin and she could feel the conflicting feelings inside him.

"Don't worry... I'm right here. Let's decide together, okay?"

Welkin Gunther looks at her and smiles.

Chapter 1
End

A/N: Well I tried writing a fic in Valkyria Chronicles involving Alicia and Welkin post game, but then I realized that I get bored by random slice of life myself, and that I want to incorporate some action and drama into my works. So here, we go. Please review. :3

Chapter 1: Omake!

Oscar and Emile Bielert were on their way to their squad commander's office when the sound of a woman sounding impressed stopped them dead in their tracks. They leaned against the door and attempted to listen to what was going on inside.

"W---Welkin, it's... it's so big!"

"That was Alicia's voice!" the two couldn't help but blush profoundly.

"Y-Yeah, I've been thinking for a while, if I should show it to you because I imagined that you'd say just that." Their commander, Welkin, sounded embarrassed.

"Well of course, I mean... that's just unnaturally huge."

Upon hearing this, Emile was this much closer to nose-bleeding.

"Yeah, I'm surprised by just how fast it's grown over the months."

"Welkin... can I, touch it?"

GRRAAAAAHHHH!!

It was too much, the naive 15 year old collapsed from sheer surprise. Oscar lay on the floor, drowned in his own blood (that incidentally came from his nose). His brother quickly fell beside him and tried his best to return his brother to consciousness.

"Brother! Brother!? NOOO----"

Despite the drama going on outside, Alicia remained transfixed by the new specie of giant millipede that was caged in front of her.

"You really found this around the base? Scary~"

Chapter 1: Omake End!