V is for Very Nude
Armin's P.O.V
"Marco, what the Hell?" I shouted, desperately trying to cover myself with my hands. Eren ran forward, taking me in his arms and holding me tight. "Eren...need...air..." I choked out, and he quickly let go.
"I'm just glad you're okay," he said, holding my arms in his hands. I smiled halfheartedly, since I was still embarrassed and nude. Eren seemed to read my mind, or at least see the discomfort in my face, because he let go and whipped his shirt from out behind him and handed it to me.
"Thanks..." I said, gratefully taking the clothing piece and pulled it over my head. It was long on me, so it covered a bit.
"You seemed cold," he said, nudging me in the side with his elbow. We shared a smile. My problem downstairs had resurfaced. I looked away from Eren to see Marco rushing up to me and hugging me tighter than Eren had.
"Okay, Marco, I'm going to pass out if you don't loosen up soon," I choked out, and he released me. Sighing out a breath, I looked up at him and there was another face near his.
"Hey, Jean..." I said, giving him an awkward smile. He just nodded at me and huffed out a breath he seemed to be holding in.
"Armin," Eren said, and I looked over to him, "someone else is here to see you. Well," he said, looking past Marco and Jean, "a few someones." Just when he said that, three little blonde ones came running up to me, squealing. It took me a moment to register who they were...
"Adeline? Albert? Alexandria?! Alexander?! What--? How--?" I hadn't a moment to think, since there were eight small hands grabbing at me and four open mouths shouting and giggling. I embraced my little kin, my eyes welling up with tears of joy. Once they had all calmed to a reasonable state, I leaned back onto my heels and looked at them all in turn.
"Come on," piped Jean, "let's all go to my house. You can get cleaned up and dressed there. I live alone, too, so there won't be anyone to hide from. Let's go." We all nodded and left.