I love the idea of everyone thinking that Ambassador Armin is this calm, level headed, and incredibly strong guy (I mean, he killed the Devil of Paradis!) who turns out to also be incredibly nice, soft spoken, sweet and kind in person. Politicians have that to say and civilians are flabbergasted by how down to earth and humble he is. Truly an awe inspiring figure. A role model for young children! Kids, you should all aspire to become strong like Ambassador Armin.
But only those within the walls of the parliament building know. Of the horrifying truth. That separation comes at a cost. That too much space can pay a heavy price. That if Ambassador Annie isn't at any given point in time in the immediate vicinity of Ambassador Armin, there is a grave risk that he will at once turn into a pathetic puddle of his own tears.
They have all heard of the rumour of the tailor who was commissioned to make the Ambassador a new suit. Expecting to find someone intimidating and authoritative, so taken by the Ambassador's gentle demeanor was he, that he was even prepared to stay there and make the suit in two days! He was in awe. This is a great man, he thought. This is a man, if there ever was a man, he decided. Some time had passed with taking the Ambassador's measurements when he heard a sniffle. Then another. Then yet another. To his utter shock, he found in the mirror reflection, the Ambassador teary eyed and glancing at the empty corridor like an abandoned puppy. Bewildered, the tailor was torn thinking what could have possibly caused the great Ambassador such distress. But his confusion was quickly put to rest, when in a few moments, the Ambassador Annie walked in. Now she was intimidating, the tailor thought, and she regarded him coolly before speaking to the Ambassador.
However, the change that came over Ambassador Armin was so great that it almost threw the poor tailor off balance. A radiance filled the room. The sun shone through the window. Ambassador Armin brightened, a wide smile splitting his mouth, and bounded to Ambassador Annie, enveloping her in a tight hug. His actions seemed to the tailor to be like that of a dog seeing its beloved after a dreadful absence of three minutes.
So speechless was the tailor that he's said to have returned to his rural hometown after making the suit and could never speak properly again.
Oh but, that is just a rumor. Or so the clerks and secretaries and spokespersons of the Parliament Building thought.
When they were reminded of how they were in the presence of a truly pathetic lovesick creature of an Ambassador.
It was a particularly unbearable day in the country of Nauland when nothing was getting done. Bureaucracy had slowed paperwork, the weather was too hot and humid, some were also plagued, unfortunately, by colds (especially torturous in such weather). If it wasn't bad enough that they were in a foreign land for the signing of the treaty, it only made matters worse that they were under security protection and therefore couldn't even venture out to kill some time.
Ambassador Pieck had discovered, from some mysterious library, a book about dark magic and voodoo and had managed to occupy herself in that world. Ambassador Jean was assessing the money value of the paintings hanging in the great hall. A few of the clerks had decided to play word games to pass the afternoon. It was thus unfortunately, the burden of the youngest on the team, to assemble the day's paperwork and get the Ambassador to sign them.
And so he went, expecting to find the Ambassador in some state of unnecessarily complicated thought or dilemma, surrounded by a pile of books and dusty documents. Out of consideration for the heat, he also balanced a glass of cool water (it was known that the Ambassador was prone to sudden fevers and burnouts). At the door, he heard voices coming from inside the room and perked up. Surely! That must be the Governor of Nauland calling to say all is well and they may proceed! The Ambassador's room was the only one with a telephone. Hesitating over interrupting, he knocked slowly and opened the door.
What he didn't expect to find was Ambassador Armin, sprawled on the floor with the telephone to his ear, tie askew, legs up on the chair kicking and swaying, a finger twirling the cord round and round, and the most blissful, serene blush on his cheeks. "Annie, I miss you," he crooned happily and then proceeded to tell her in such delightful detail how this country fucking sucked without her. He said, in such a pathetic little voice, that he wished she was here, that the sun wasn't shining and the poor junior secretary could only gawk at him, sweating under his own clothes from the day's lurid temperatures. A brief silence followed where Ambassador Annie said something on the phone, and Ambassador Armin broke into such a fit of happy laughter, his hair falling back and chest heaving that the junior clerk was somehow so blinded that he nearly missed noticing the way the Ambassador kicked his feet while giggling.
The junior secretary closed the door quietly and returned to his desk downstairs in a stupor and reportedly never recovered from what is now known by those in the Parliament building as the Ambassador's utter uselessness in the absence of his beloved Ambassador Annie.
TLDR: Hero popularly perceived as awesome little guy turns out to get absolutely nothing done and devolves into 🥺🥺🥺 and tears without his awesome intimidating girlfriend around.
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