Roy sighed as he looked down at his almost packed suitcase. Today was the day he had to leave Smash Mansion, likely for the rest of his life. He would miss it in this crazy building, where arrows to the head were a regular occurrence and pink marshmallows appeared to be sentient. He would miss Peach cooking for everyone in the morning and the pranks he would pull with Young Link on his older self. He would miss all his friends and the tournaments and food, but most of all, he would miss Marth.

His roommate had already moved in by the time Roy had gotten to the mansion years ago. That side of the room was mostly bare, aside from the silky blue covering on the bed and the trunk at the foot of said bed. The trunk looked needlessly fancy, and Roy took no time at all to determine he was rooming with royalty. Said royal was nowhere to be found, and Roy unpacked his simple belongings. It wasn't that he couldn't afford more, it was that he didn't see the need for silk and trivial things like that. He unpacked in record time and soon, he met the most gorgeous person he'd ever seen.

"Hello, you must be Roy Eliwood." He stated, standing and speaking in an extremely formal manner. "I'm Marth Lowell."

At first, he was going to be slightly irritated that the older teen had brought silk and finery, but those ocean blue eyes melted all irritation there and threw Roy's sexuality on it's side. Marth was beautiful, and the two of them spent much of their time together, seeing as they were some of the few humans in the building. Roy soon learned that Marth was the Prince of Altea, and one of the kindest people you could meet. It wasn't until their first match against each other that Roy realized he was more than just a soft royal marshmallow. He found himself defeated in less than five minutes and it was when he looked up at Marth smiling at him when he helped him to Dr. Mario's office that he was sure he was in love.

But Marth had a wife, so he was also sure that there was no hope for them. Roy took advantage of what he could; holding hands sometimes, hugging, but nothing more. Marth never seemed to be bothered by it and sometimes Roy wondered if he had a chance. But now he didn't. The Melee tournament was over and he couldn't return. His country needed him and he didn't think Master Hand would give him another chance in the tournament after. He hadn't told anyone he was leaving. After all, they wouldn't care too much. Roy was certainly being replaced next tournament, likely by someone who was better than just a 'Marth clone'. Roy liked to think he was better than that though.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't hear the door open. He didn't hear the footsteps coming from behind. He didn't see the light filtering in from the hallway. In fact, he didn't notice anyone else was in the room until the prince hugged Roy around the waist from behind. Roy bit his lip. Actions like these didn't mean anything between to two of them. The shorter teen turned around, hugging Marth back and burying his face in the crook of his neck. This was more affectionate than he usually let himself be, but this was his last day. He wanted to get as much out of it as possible.

"... You're leaving, aren't you." It wasn't a question. Roy nodded slightly. "I wish you didn't have to." He nodded again.

"But my country needs me."

"... Will you come back?"

"I can try." Marth sighed, backing away from the hug. Roy looked up at him.

"For me?" Roy blushed, looking down. Marth put his hand on his chin, making him look up. "Promise?"

"I-I promise." Their blue eyes looked into the other, and Marth leaned down the slightest bit to kiss the shorter teen. Roy's eyes widened in shock, but Marth pulled away too soon for his liking.

"Sorry, I've… always wanted to do that and… now that you're leaving it doesn't matter if I'm rejected." The redhead blinked in shock. Who would ever reject Marth!?

Roy nearly fell over as he pushed Marth down on his bed, kissing him passionately and almost believing it was a dream. The bluenette gasped and wound his hands into Roy's hair, kissing back with just as much passion. His hand slipped under his headband and Marth pulled it off his head, leaving the freckled boy's red hair even messier. The two of them forgot they had left the door open until they heard footsteps. Roy quickly got off of Marth to close and lock the door. He barely had time to turn around before to older teen pinned him against the door, kissing him again, but more softly. The Marquess's eyes fluttered closed as he draped his arms over Marth's shoulders. Marth himself was holding onto Roy's waist and the two of them spent much time just kissing each other with varying levels of passion. They didn't get past taking their shirts off, because there was a knock at the door. It was Master Hand.

"Roy. You're leaving." The swordsmen sighed. After all this waiting and doubting, they finally had each other, but now they would be separated for lord knows how long.

"I'll be gone in a minute."

"60 seconds on the clock, Marquess."

Roy sighed again and they were silent as they put their shirts back on. They did so slowly, admiring the other's body as long as they could. Marth was battle scarred, with white lines scattered across the surface of his chest. Roy was unharmed by such scars, as he had yet to go to war. He feared this would change in the near future. They embraced before Roy put the last item in his travel bag; the picture taken when he arrived at the Mansion. It had all his friends he was leaving behind. Roy left soon after. As he was mounting his horse, Marth ran out of the Mansion. His mount would not slow down as Marth shouted out:

"STAY IN TOUCH!"

"I'LL TRY MY BEST!" Roy responded, not sure if Marth could hear.

Roy was determined: he would come back in one piece and return to his prince.

Word Count: 1,081

Yo, this is going to be a multi-chapter fic wish me luck! (idk how I feel about this chapter)