I used to not like Gregor...now I love him to bits. He's kinda adorable for a large man. I think whoever marries him would be very lucky with a muscular man plodding around haha. One day I'll stop having to do all these confessions. That day is not today.

I'm having fun, though! But I want to start the depressing ones, soon...

The chapters for each character won't be in any order in particular. They're just kinda like...long drabbles. Just fun little one shots! Nothing amazing.

Gregor I ~Many Happiness~

"Now you listen, Gregor promise to bring his beloved many happiness for as long as we both keep on with the living."

"Oy, Robin! You feeling better today, yes?"

The poor tactician couldn't help but grumble as she heard the strong accent of Gregor practically bursting into her ear drums as he entered the mess tent, clutching a large plate of food while Robin played with her own food.

Now, she didn't dislike Gregor. Quite the opposite, she very much liked the man. Yes, he was an older gentleman, yes he was a mercenary, but…well, he was a charming man. Charming…handsome…muscular…

Oh, Gods, was she really turning into such an embarrassment?

"Yes. I'm feeling much better, Gregor. Thank you."

"Is good! Gregor is very pleased that you feel much better! Would hate if our smart lady got herself stressed. Would cause her death, yes?"

"Yes…"

Lately, Gregor seemed very worried about Robin over working herself. She had a lot of pressures pushed down on her since she joined Chrom's army, being pushed into a position of power. She had the lives of the whole army resting on her shoulders, constantly. If anything goes wrong in battle, it was her fault. She was in charge of the strategies that kept everyone alive.

Gregor seemed to be one of the only people that noticed how stressed she got, constantly floating around to make sure she was okay, as much as his ways of making sure she was okay was weird…ranging from giving her strange drinks that tasted just about horrid, to watching over her when any bugs bothered her, in case they bit her or something.

He was turning into some strange guardian. Not that she minded…she couldn't help but enjoy his presence in her life. She wanted him to be there more.

She didn't mention that, though.

"Gregor is glad! Robin being hurt would hurt Gregor very much."

"I'm flattered."

"So you should be! Flattery is form of affection. Gregor just showing affection towards friend." Showing affection to a friend…okay…? "Now! Eat to hearts content! Gregor will feast with you!"

Well, he had more of a 'feast' than she did…he ate a lot, but that wasn't strange in the army. Hell, Stahl ate much more than he did, usually piling up about ten plates. Didn't stop her wondering where the two put it all…Gregor was more understandable, he had much more muscle. But Stahl was thin and tall…seriously, where did ANYONE in this army put all this food?

"Hm? Is Robin not hungry? Should eat. Build up strength for next battle!"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just thinking too much."

"More stress? Is horrible sight. Young lady, you are getting stress lines in forehead. Soon, you'll be looking older than Gregor."

"Oh Gods, I don't need more wrinkles…"

"Need to take all that stress off you. Chrom should give you time off, yes?"

"He'd probably want me to, but I don't really have time for-"

"Nonsense! Everybody must have time to put feet up! Especially lady who is in charge of keeping soldiers alive!"

"No pressure, eh…?"

She had enough pressure off Chrom, never mind off a worried Gregor. He was just trying to be helpful, but his words were usually blunt as all hell and then he wonders why people look at him funny. His humor didn't help…

"Gregor not mean to make you feel pressure. Try to help."

"I know…thank you very much, Gregor. But, if I can't handle a bit of pressure, then I shouldn't be a tactician."

"But you are good tactician. Would be tragic to lose you. Make Gregor weep like child."

"That's sweet of you. But, I can handle this pressure. I promise, Gregor."

"Well…as long as you don't mind the help of old Gregor."

"That's very nice of you. You don't have to stress yourself out, though."

"Nonsense! Gregor can handle anything! You see Gregor? Picture of health! Itty bitty amount of pressure will do no harm to bulging biceps."

The older man flexed a little, showing off his muscles to the tactician next to him with a grin on his chiseled face.

"Well…that really is a lovely offer. But, I really couldn't do that."

"Hmm…well, then how about this…?"

For a moment, Robin just blinked, watching Gregor rummage through a small pocket on his Mercenaries garb before pulling out a small, quite fancy, ring, making Robin jump at the slight surprise.

"Oh! That's…"

"Robin knows what this is, yes? Gregor is asking that I can help you as a husband. No extra stress for either of us and a life of happiness will await." Now, she definitely didn't expect to see this side of Gregor suddenly appear. And he was so confident in what he was saying. "I know Gregor is old, but is very loving. Would make sure to give you life of happiness. As husband and wife, Gregor would remain by your side to help you through sad pressures of war. You agree?"

"W-Well…this is…very fast…"

"Gregor could not hold back much longer. Apologies if all seems much fast for you."

"No, not at all! You…shouldn't apologize for this. Wow…I never expected such a thing."

"Well, love has wonderful ways of surprising everyone. Even Gregor! Harhar!"

Robin giggled at Gregor's hearty laugh, gently bringing her hand up to grasp at Gregor's much larger hand as he carefully placed the ring upon her proper finger with a grin. "There! Is perfect!"

"It definitely is perfect…I already feel a lot of my stress just melting away."

"Is Gregor's job now, yes? Will always be there to help lift weight off little feet and protect my cute, little wife."

"Yes…and I'll make sure to make you happy, too."

"No worries, there! Just accepting proposal makes Gregor ten million times happier! And will always be happy with Robin as wife!"