I've never written fanfiction that's not Hetalia! This is such a big change. Okay, a few notes before I begin.
1. There's not a whole lot of canon to go on for this. I looked on the creator's Tumblr and she had a couple of pictures with Marshall Lee and Gumball together. In one they were talking and she later explained that Prince Gumball, who bakes and creates food a lot, made Marshall Lee some red fruit/candy. I'm gonna assume they're friendlier than Marceline and PB.
2. It just seems to me that PG is a lot more air-headed and helpless than PB, but somehow more uptight. I think he's very regal and gentlemanly. Like, in the episode, he reaches for her hand to help her up and when he asks her out.
3. That being said, I think that Marshall Lee is a little less intense than Marceline. From the artwork I've seen him in, it portrays him as more of a prankster than anything. And I wonder if he has some kinda voodoo thing going on since there's a couple of pictures with him and dolls.
4. And, obviously, Fionna is a tomboy and less romantic than Finn.
Forgive me if this sucks... I just think this pairing needs some love.
Fionna swore as she yanked her foot out of the snow. Cake balanced herself on her back, keeping her self away from the little heaps of white. It was more than just cold. It was almost painful against their skin, prickling in little stabs. The streets of the Candy Kingdom were deserted, doors blocked by mounds of packed ice. "What the glob happened?" Fionna yelled over a white expanse of emptiness towards the castle.
An icicle fell from the awning of a candy house. Prince Gumball sat on Lord Monochromicorn in a bright pink pea coat and red scarves. "The Candy Kingdom has never seen this much snow. The land of Aaa hasn't seen this much snow!" He reached for Fionna's hand. She didn't take it, looking at him with wide eyes.
"The Flame Prince?"
Gumball looked at her with sudden alertness. "Oh, oh, yes. He's fine. He's in the castle with everyone else."
Prince Gumball unwrapped one of the scarves from his neck, handing it back to Fionna. "Be sure to cover your face." The cold bothered her too much for her to challenge him, so she did as he said, noticing the overly-sweet smell of it. Cake buried her face in Mo-Chro's back, the rest of her body pushed up against Fionna's lap, covering her bare skin.
Once the reached the air, the reason for the scarf was apparent. Her exposed hands suddenly burnt with a needling pain that no amount of rubbing got rid of. The wind had been magnified by being in flight and she felt herself clutching Prince Gumball's sides. After what seemed like a lifetime they landed near the on the biggest balcony of the palace. "I'm sorry, Fionna, but all the doors are covered with snow."
"This really sucks and I think the Ice Queen has something to do with it," declared Fionna, quickly making her way into the warm castle. She threw the scarf back at Gumball, who was handing his coat to Peppermint Maid.
"It seems like everyone has come to the same conclusion. Quick, they're downstairs."
"Mmmm... I wouldn't put it past the Ice Queen to do this. But does she have that much power?" Cake muttered in Fionna's ear.
"Who-" Fionna's face reddened. Every ruler in Aaa had gathered in the castle hall and they had suddenly turned towards her. Fionna laughed with nervousness. "Hey, guys." She could pick out Flame Prince, standing in the corner by himself, warily watching the others. Marshall Lee waved at her from the ceiling.
Prince Gumball cleared his throat. "I know there have been different speculations as to the reason for this sudden and unusual weather. Every kingdom has been affected, including theNightosphere and the Flame Kingdom. Before making assumptions, though, we should make sure no one is accused without any proof."
Fionna took a long look at him. She knew Gumball pretty well, keeping him company as he spent his time baking and engineering new things. She had always thought of him as an inventor, but never really a ruler. She could see it right now, though. His crown glittered in the soft lighting.
"But, like, the Ice Queen didn't even show up. Isn't that proof?" Lump Prince asked from the middle of the room.
"Yes, but she never shows up for any meetings like this," Gumball answered.
"I think Cake and I should pay her a visit!" The others nodded in agreement to Fionna.
"I will go with her." The room turned towards Flame Prince. "This is on a large scale even for the Ice Queen, so she obviously has help or some kind of weapon."
Prince Gumball hummed in agreement. "All in favor for Fionna and the Flame Prince to check out the Ice Queen?"
The room answered with an unanimous yes, scattering into different groups. Fionna watched Marshall float his way towards Gumball and she approached them, feeling the warmth of Flame beside her. "You two be careful. The Ice Queen is up to something big," Marshall warned. He was wearing more clothes than Fionna had ever seen him in. He had some sort of black sock hat in his hand and knee-high black boots on. Marshall saw her inspecting him and he pulled his grey trench coat tighter. "I get cold, you know. I can feel temperature."
"Yeah, yeah. We'll be careful." Gumball waved goodbye to them, suddenly busy with the vampire.
The Flame Prince's form cast strange shadows in the dim stairwell. "I'm afraid that we might be up against something even bigger than we can imagine."
"Mom is about to blow a fuse, Bubba. Ice Bitch needs to go down, for real." Marshall hovered a little too close to Gumball's face.
"Please stop calling me Bubba. You're being awfully responsible, aren't you?" He raised his eyebrows at him and pushed Marshall's forehead back, so that he drifted a little away.
"Ah, well, my mom and I are getting along more now and she just seemed so freaked out. So what do you think, Bubba? I think there's something bigger going on."
Prince Gumball looked up at the ceiling then down at the floor, covering his mouth. Marshall noticed for the first time that Gumball was wearing white dress gloves. "Come with me." They climbed the main staircase the Prince's room and Marshall made a face at the glaring pinkness of it.
"You must not breathe a word of this to anyone just yet. Especially not Fionna."
"Dude, I won't. What's up?" Gumball slowly took his left glove off. His pink hand, small, slim, and royal was riddled with small fissures, like the slightest pressure would cause it to crumble. "Damn, Bubba! What happened?"
He squeezed his hand to show that it wasn't as delicate as it appeared. "I touched an icicle. Apparently it's not normal ice."
"Apparently." Marshall took the Prince's hand, looking at it. He looked up, locking eyes with Gumball, who was watching him intently. "Bubba-"
The bedroom door flew open with a bang. Peppermint Maid, out of breath and huffing, rushed over to Gumball, grabbing the hem of his jacket. "Sir, sir, there's someone downstairs that wants to talk to you!"
What do you think? Is it a little boring? Please review! Thanks for reading! Also, the ice doesn't do that to all of them. I was always told the best way to get gum out of clothes/stuff was to freeze it XD So since this is magical snow... And Marshall is representing the vampires and the Nightosphere, since his mother is trapped there.