A/N: This is just a drabble I thought of that descirbed Simon's view of Jace. Read and review? Enjoy!


Tall, lean, blonde hair, amazing skill with weapons…

Since the first time Simon had set eyes on Jace, he couldn't help but think that if his eyes were blue instead of that honey color, he would make the perfect Nazi.

In every battle, Jace fired at his opponent with an onslaught of vicious attacks, never showing any mercy, and plowing down anyone who got in his way. It also helped that he had a bastard's attitude, the arrogance of a spoiled prince, and the smugness of the cat that swallowed the canary. If only they weren't in Manhattan, but Germany, instead.

Jace probably didn't even know what a Nazi was, but Simon thought he would make a perfect one.