I decided to write a collection of the Fire Emblem series with the themes being—the HOLIDAYS. Everyone loves the holidays so here's some one-shots to celebrate the occasion! YAY! This one's on FE 8!!

Get ready for some friendshippy goodness!!

HERE'S ONE FOR—ST PATRICK'S DAY!! Love green, people!
P.S, Kyle and Forde are just pure win. Anyone who doesn't agree should get their eyes re-checked by an optometrist. xD

ST PATRICK DAY—CASTLE RENAIS

Genre: Humor/Friendship

It was a fine morning in Castle Renais, birds chirping, singing and the skies were cloudless. However, the tranquility was about to be broken by a certain blonde, red-clad armored knight; "KYLE, WAKE UP!! I THINK YOU'RE GOING TO LIKE THIS DAY!" He shook the bed roughly and excitedly.

The knight woke up with a startled start, his eyes popping right open. "Uh! What the-? Forde?! What are you doing up earlier than me? And at this hour! The end of the world is near, I just know it." Forde rolled his eyes, "har har, very funny. And you say that I'm the sarcastic one. You aren't so lenient yourself, Mr Sunshine."

Kyle sighed, sitting up in his bed, rubbing his temple, "anyhow, what are you doing up so early? I'm supposed to be the one waking you up, not the other way around…"

Forde grinned, "why it's St Patrick's day, of course! Mind you, I don't KNOW just who this 'St Patrick,' guy is, but he must have had a field day about green. And green would be a great change from my red armor day in, day out."

Kyle blinked. "St Patrick's day… isn't it the day when everyone's supposed to wear at least one green article of clothing for the day?"

Forde grinned, nodding, "that's the gist of it mi'friend! Now put on the green! We're out for a green-filled day! Oh and by the way, can I borrow a set of armor from you? Your armor seems to be the only one that could actually fit me, since Franz's is too small, my muscles just happen to be too much for him, and…"

It was only 6 in the morning and Kyle could already feel the start of a headache coming on. "Uuurgh, alright, alright… as long as you would just leave me alone for the day about the blasted color." If possible, Forde's grin grew larger, nodding fervently, giving him the salute.

"Yes, sir! Will do!"

With that, he rushed into Kyle's closet before he can change his mind and brought out a green set of armor, rushing into the change room and shut the door, (more like slamming it), and locked it behind him. Kyle being surprised was an understatement.

Did he just do all that in just 13 seconds…? And what's so special about the color green? We see that everyday!

If possible, Kyle's headache started to throb even more. I give up. I give up solving the enigma that is Forde of Renais.

And in just 15 seconds, Forde was ready, all green. "Ta-da! I'm ready! Magvel, get ready for Forde the Green knight! For today will be the most unforgettable St Patrick's the world has ever seen!"

With that, he rocketed out the door, slamming the door behind him and waking up the other knights in the barracks. Kyle could hear some grouchy retorts such as, "what the hell are you doing? You know what time it is?"

"Did your ma teach you to behave like this?"

"What, did you grow up in a blasted barn or something, boy?!"

Kyle got out of bed more sluggishly than usual and put on his regular armor with less enthusiasm than he usually would. He knew that he would have quite a bit of explaining and apologizing to do to his fellow comrades-in-arms.

That guy is often more trouble than he's worth… well, almost.

He walked down from the barracks to the mess hall to get ready for breakfast. Maybe I'll refrain from the vegetables today just this once to spite him… heh, what a sight that would be… almost smirking to himself.

Along the way to the mess hall, who did he happen to chance upon once again, but Forde! He saw him sketching a landscape outside the castle in his artist's chair and on his easel. On closer inspection, Kyle saw that it was in green pastel, the picture littered in different shades of green.

Oh, for the love of god… Kyle was ready to slap himself in the forehead unbelievably. Even his art itself is being affected by the damn holiday! Forde noticed him after a minute and looked up, smiling.

"Hey, Kyle! About time you got here! And you're not alone to be all green for once! Even the servants are getting into the trend, too!" Forde motioned to a male servant who was holding a towel and running to the royal room.

"Hmm… wonder if they had a spill of some drinks or something… oh, well!" Forde dismissed the thought cheerfully with his ever-radiant smile, "hey, that reminds me… have you ever wondered why I'm so happy about this particular holiday besides Christmas?"

Kyle shook his head slowly. Now that he thought about it, he never did wonder why his friend happened to be so excited about this particular day. Why is that? He replied carefully, not wanting to offend him.

"No… why do you ask?"

Forde replied cheerfully, "because-" abruptly, there was a loud shrill yell echoing throughout the castle. "Now Magvel, have nothing to fear! It is I! I, L'Arachel have arrived to smite the efforts of evil and help the efforts of righteousness!!"

A large boom of laughter was almost shaking the castle walls, "Wahahahaha! Yes, aye, Lady L'Arachel! Your loyal, faithful servant, Dozla is feeling ever-so humbled! The righteous have nothing to fear!"

There was also the accompaniment of a just as familiar sigh, "you sure about that? Because right now there are more fearful things in this room, (and the world), than you will ever know; and I'm not just talking about those invading undead freaks a year ago."

"Oh, Rennac! You are just so pessimistic! The righteous always win!" said the familiar shrill first voice.

The three voices with the figures came around the corner and into view. And unsurprisingly, they were all clad head to toe in green. L'Arachel was wearing an all-green dress, her hair was naturally green so that helped the effect.

Her ribbons had been changed, however; they were a deep forest green to accompany her usual hairstyle. Even her staff had been changed!

Dozla was wearing green armor and green boots; it all clashed with his dark green hair and beard. Rennac was wearing his usual armor but he had a green headband instead of his usual dark blue one.

"Now we must simply see Eirika and Ephraim! It is only right to greet them, after all!" Together, the three of them were walking down the halls to the throne room.

Kyle and Forde blinked.

"Umm… Kyle?"

"Yes, Forde?"

"Isn't that the Servants' quarters?"

"That it is…"

They both decided that it wasn't something that needed a lot of concern… they'll figure it out. Eventually. Kyle coughed. "Erm, what was it you were saying, Forde?"

Forde perked up, "oh, right! What I was going to say was that I was really looking forward to today, because-"

"Eirika!" They both looked to the throne room where Ephraim's voice rang out. Then they heard Eirika's following voice from her chambers and saw her coming down from the stairway wearing a green dress.

"Yes, coming brother!" she looked and saw the knights. "Oh, good day, Forde, Kyle. Happy St Patrick's day!"

Kyle bowed dutifully, "Good morning, princess Eirika. And thank you for the kind sentiment." Forde grinned and greeted a lot less formally, waving from his easel and canvas, "good morning, princess."

Kyle immediately forced his head down to the same angle as his own with Forde almost falling onto his easel with surprise, his arms flailing on both sides, trying to catch his balance. "Forde! Be more respectful!"

Eirika giggled. "it's all right, Kyle, I don't really mind. I have to find my brother; we're supposed to arrange a party today." Both of them were surprised. "I beg your pardon, but a party, princess?" Kyle asked.

Eirika nodded, "that's right; I'm going to have the entire castle participate, that includes you two… that is, if you don't mind coming…"

Forde nodded in reply almost immediately, smiling. "Sure, thing! I don't know if this green sourpuss wants to, however…"

Kyle sent him a reproachful look, muttering, "I resent that. Of course I'll come, you dolt!" Forde snickered. Eirika smiled, "anyhow, now that I told you two, I must find my brother and let him know of the arrangements; I'll see you at the party tonight, then!"

Then she made her way to the throne room where Ephraim was, shutting the door behind her. Forde sighed, finishing up his work, "well now…" looking on both sides to make sure that no one was coming to interrupt, he continued, "The reason I'm so excited is that-"

CRACK.

They looked up. "What the…?"

CRACK. CRACK. CREEEEAAAAAK.

The crack above them grew bigger and bigger with each passing second. Forde and Kyle looked at each other with a look of dread on their faces.

"Forde… as much as I am highly looking forward to the rest of your thoughts, I think we should move away. NOW."

"Not going to argue with you on that, buddy."

They made a break from where they were standing, Forde grabbing his work before it was about to become victim to the breaking ceiling.

CRAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!

"WHOA!!"

CRASH!!

They looked up and saw Dozla falling from the broken ceiling with Rennac at the bottom. L'Arachel immediately landed on top of them, perfectly unharmed. The retreating duo winced at the impact.

That's gotta hurt.

"AUUUUUGGHH!!! L'Arachel! Dozla!! Get off me! You weigh…" Rennac gasped for air from the bottom of the pile, "more than the Demon King eating non-stop for 3 lifetimes!!"

Absent-mindedly, Forde thought, Well that certainly explains why Rennac couldn't 'rescue,' a lot of people…he certainly doesn't have a lot of build on his body, now does he?

L'Arachel huffed, crossing her arms in offense, "oh, how RUDE!! Dozla, can you believe this man?"

Even when sandwiched in the middle, Dozla managed to laugh. "WAHAHAHA!!! Ain't it the truth, Lady L'Arachel! Oh, Rennac! What manners do you think you are displaying to a woman like Lady L'Arachel?"

Rennac rolled his eyes from his spot, tapping his fingers almost expectantly for someone to help other than the obese tag-along and the she-devil above him. But then again, Kyle and Forde doubted that the man could do much else from his current position.

Forde sighed. "Okay, that's it. Let's get out of here and go outside before another crazy thing happens." Kyle couldn't agree more.

But before they went, Kyle asked, "umm… if you don't mind, Lady L'Arachel, but… what were you all doing up on the second floor which made the ceiling fall apart, anyway?"

L'Arachel replied immediately, gaining back her proud countenance, "why we were navigating the castle, of course! And I just knew my sense of direction was right! Look there, Dozla! Rennac!" She pointed to the real throne room just a few feet beside her, "we have… ARRIVED!"

"WAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Ain't it a shame, Rennac? Our navigating journey is almost at its end!" Dozla boomed. Rennac groaned. "The 'journey,' isn't the only thing I want to end… someone just finish me already!"

For a minute, Kyle and Forde felt sorry for the rogue before they left. As they left, they couldn't help but wonder just how the heck did they end up upstairs above them, entering from the Servants' Quarters?

Oh, well, they figured. Live and learn, I guess.

As they made their way to the courtyard, they sat underneath one of the trees of the castle grounds. "Anyway, Kyle, I'll make this short and sweet." Forde said, looking dead serious.

Kyle blinked, unused to seeing Forde like this. "Alright… what is it?"

Forde sighed. "All right. The reason that I was looking forward to today is…" Kyle waited expectantly.

"…I love you."

Kyle's eyes popped right open.

"WHA-?!"

Forde laughed so hard that he fell back onto the grass, laughing, holding his gut, "HAHAHAHAHAHA, JOKING! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU—AUGH!" Kyle bopped him over the head with his fist, "IDIOT!! I'M GOING TO-"

Forde sat up, holding his hands in mock-surrender, still smiling in mirth, "okay, okay I get it! I was just joking!" Kyle still looked ready to kill him. "Geez, Kyle I really am hurt—if you were so desperate for my affection and love, you just—"

Kyle growled, irritated. "Forde…"

"OK!! I'll get serious, promise. Honestly. Alright…" Forde began, "I… wanted to be you." Kyle gaped. "…what? Did I just hear things? I think I just heard Forde wanting to be an uptight-green sourpuss who—"

It was Forde's turn put on a scowl, "now who's being the sarcastic idiot?" Kyle smirked, "sorry, sorry, continue." Forde sighed, "as I was saying… I wanted to be you for once because… well… I keep hearing from everyone that we're opposites, we're two sides of a coin; and I was getting sick and tired of it. So I wanted to see what it was like for you… through your armor."

Kyle looked puzzled and confused. "I don't understand. How does wearing my armor help-" Forde cut him off, almost looking abashed and embarrassed. "I know, I know. It's not literal. You know, 'put yourself in their shoes,' or something like that, but…"

"I just wanted to be you for once, Kyle. I was always the goofy and stupid one, lazing around and not getting much done on a daily basis." Kyle opened his mouth to protest, but Forde cut him off.

"But now… when I heard that St Patrick's was a day for wearing green, I just thought that…"

Kyle realized. "You took your chance… you used this day as a scapegoat; the holiday was just an excuse for what you really wanted." He said softly.

Forde nodded. "Right, exactly. I wanted to prove to everyone that…" he looked to the ground almost like a bashful child caught stealing cookies.

Then he laid back down onto the grass, looking up to the clouds, continuing,

"We're not so different, you and I. Sure our personalities are polar opposite on both ends, but… we're both knights, with a duty to defend our realm. Not to mention that we both have things that we care about. We look out for each other. And that's only few of our similarities lie; there's so many that… I just can't see why others can't see that."

Forde finished almost with a frustrated tone. Kyle looked at him, amazed. Was this Forde? The guy that slept around all day, gazing at scenery around him, not paying that much attention into his battles?

The same guy that Kyle had to keep a close eye on every half-hour? It almost made Kyle want to pinch himself to see if he wasn't dreaming.

"…Forde… that's…"

Forde sighed, smiling good-naturedly once again, "What? You didn't think I could say things that didn't sound stupid out of my big mouth?"

"No, but… it's just odd, coming out of you. I'm… impressed. Really." Kyle said sincerely, having a new respect for the man.

"And anyway…" Forde grinned, sitting back up, "we have some time to kill for the party… what do you want to do?" Kyle shrugged. "I don't know. What do you have in mind?"

Forde's grin turned almost feral. Kyle got a bad feeling instantly, regretting asking in the first place. "Forde…? What are you…?" Next thing Kyle knew, he received a splash of water in the face. Kyle gaped, mouth open, stunned, having forgotten that the tree was next to the garden pond.

Forde was close to busting a gut in laughter, "you should've seen your fa-GAH!!" It was his turn to be soaked. He spluttered. "KYLE! I'm going to get you for that!"

Despite Kyle's usual maturity, he couldn't help himself and laughed as he and Forde engaged themselves in an all-out water-war. As Kyle splashed water at Forde with him fighting back, he thought,

Maybe St Patrick's isn't so bad after all… once you get past the annoying voices telling you to wear the blasted color, that is.

They played in the water until near the time of the party.

The party itself was a big hit, but it was nothing compared to what Kyle and Forde felt in their hearts; they knew and felt that their friendship had grown stronger than ever, and no amount of beer-drinking, singing and dancing in their could change a thing.

And frankly, they didn't want it any other way.

FIN

Wow... did I just write that much? In two days? (Okay, so two days probably isn't that big of a deal for most people, but I get lazy now and then, so...), yeah. Anyway as I was saying, GO KYLE AND FORDE! I used to used them a LOT in FE 8 then not use them later becase I got preoccupied with Duessel, yeesh fatteh horse...

Seriously people, what's up and Great Knights with their fatteh obese horses? I don't have anything against them, but... oh, well. BTW, before people start filling in my inbox with questions of "are you going in order?" no, I'm not. I'll do whichever way I want to depending on my mood. Maybe I'll do Thanksgiving next, but.. we'll see. ;)

See ya, R/R plz!