Comms and Other Long FE Oneshots

To Honor the Fallen, To Cherish the Living (1)

*Commissioned by the mighty Baneofloslorien on Deviantart. Wild ride ahead that continues into next chapter. Sequel to Old Tales and New Wishes*

It's been a little over five years since the War of the Silent Dragon ended, and since then, the kingdoms of Hoshido, Nohr, and their new neighbor, New Valla, have been working hard to make certain nothing of the like ever happens again. Tensions still exist amongst them to this day, though this can only be expected after so many centuries of misconceptions and bad blood. The tales of Hoshidans and Nohrians fighting side by side during the great war still exist as well, however, as do the unions of marriage among both royal families. Trade agreements beneficial to all three countries were quickly forged, and the kingdoms are healing far more quickly than they ever could ever have managed on their own. They know this is for the best, and so, at long last, peace seems to have come to this troubled land, and the strife and peril of the past appears quite distant indeed.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!"

...Until now.

Corrin, supreme commander of the War of the Silent Dragon, wielder of the Fire Emblem and King of Valla was not fazed by many things of this world. The grand exception of that rule being his wife when she was angry, which was why he was currently fleeing for his life through the halls of Valla Castle.

"I have had it with these pregnancy jokes!" Azura shrieked after him, her normally lovely voice shrill with rage as she waddled after her sprinting husband in an ungainly but menacing fashion. "I don't need a larger maternity dress, for the gods' sakes, I only have one more month of this! Get back here, you absolutely lousy excuse of a half-man!"

"Kaze!" Corrin skidded to a halt at the bottom of the stairs, panting. "Can you- the others won't-"

"Help at all?" the ninja supplied dryly, a smile quirking on his lips that told Corrin all he needed to know. The ninja wouldn't be getting involved in this either. "I assume Jakob and Flora already said no."

"CORRIN!"

Corrin squawked in alarm when Azura appeared at the top of the stairs, looking down them with both apprehension and a very real furious determination on her face. "I think we can walk for our lives," Kaze remarked thoughtfully when she carefully stepped down the first stair.

"You are all awful," Corrin snapped over his shoulder as he sprinted away from the staircase.

"Good luck, sire," was the only response he got in return from his retainer.

He continued sprinting through the castle toward the front gates, praying that the stairs would slow down his furious wife, noting a short head of blue hair as he was nearing the entrance and snatching up the boy it belonged to, sticking him under his arm. Shigure looked absolutely bewildered as to why he was suddenly being carried at high speeds toward the exit, but only for a moment before realization crossed his young face. "Not again!" he moaned.

"Sorry, kiddo, but I'm not leaving you in here with your mom on the warpath," Corrin explained hastily.

"No, you just want a shield from her wrath!" Shigure snapped. "Where are we going?"

"Away from here!" Corrin threw open the doors to the castle, still sprinting full-tilt toward the royal coach. The driver stood up straight, looking at the king with something like alarm. "We're leaving," Corrin told him, opening the door and basically shoving Shigure into the interior of the coach.

"Where to, sire?"

"Somewhere else. Anywhere else!" Corrin vaulted into the coach after his son, slamming the door. Not one minute later, the coach was moving at a good pace, out of the gates of Valla Castle and into the kingdom itself.