Good (yet impossible) concept, could have been better executed but hey~

I really should be revising D:

Great Altea/Crimea war.

Master Hand's control in the rift of time, in order to hold the Super Smash Brothers competition, was disastrously collapsed, both Altea and Crimea having ruled the same land in their times. Despite trying to discuss the situation, a great war broke out between Queen Elincia and Prince Marth over whose kingdom should keep and maintain the land.

Prince Marth, however, didn't count on his oppositions further advancements in race and battle tactics to hinder his victory.

Marth coughed roughly. Ike sighed at the sound and gazed downward at the prince he was holding in a vice-like grasp, blue bangs flowing in the sudden gust. Marth's soft face was mostly covered in blood by now, both that of his and other's he'd killed. The more the young man coughed, the more of his own blood dribbled down his chin.

"Just kill me…" He spat with a slight gargle, snarl spreading over his face. "I'd rather die by you then that foppish queen."

Ike's stomach clenched, hand following the motion around his sword's hilt.

The prince had been so strong, so loyal to his beliefs in the past. What would drive him to request death?

"So that is it?"

Ike's question seemed to physically hurt the young prince, who turned his head and coughed once more.

"You're going to allow me to kill you here whilst the rest of your army are in the main fields, fighting for their kingdom?"

Marth sighed.

"My armies are failing. You know that." His cerulean eyes looked up at his captor with a pensive sadness, thin ribbon of red trailing from his brow as well as his lips now. "The Laguz in your forces are beasts, my men cannot stand up to them. They shall soon find us and dispose of me. I just pray you find an explanation for not seeing to my death the moment you spotted me. Telling them that we are married certainly won't do you any favours, General."

The way the prince spat the last word with sarcasm made Ike grimace.

"I've kept my ring all this time, you know." He spoke with softer tone, laying down his sword temporarily and biting a finger of his blood-drenched glove to pull it off. He held his bare hand out in front of the prince's face, showing off the ever-gleaming, golden wedding band he was given.

"It's the only thing that has really kept me going."

A small smile cracked from the prince's bloodied lips.

"So, it did mean something to you."

He raised his own gloveless hand and showed the matching ring, this time drenched in red. "Seems my gloves aren't as thick as yours. Sorry."

They leaned closer and touched their lips together in a brief yet longing kiss, the prince finding the slight strength left in him to drape an arm weakly around Ike's neck.

"You do know that either of us will have to die today." The mercenary murmured, pulling back as his tired eyes focused upon those of the prince.

"I know. And it is a risk I am willing to take."

Their lips locked once more, Ike putting a lot more fervour then both he and the prince could handle into it. Marth spluttered into the show of feelings, hacking up another round of crimson as his lover pulled back.

"Looks like the one to die will be me though." He sighed despondently raising a hand to catch that which he began to cough up.

The entire time they'd been talking, Ike's hand firmly gripped at the injured royal's collar maintaining a stance of battle prowess without actual vicious intent. His hand lowered the prince to the ground, allowing him to rest up against the alley wall and breathe a little easier.

"You know, you'd be shocked." Ike mumbled, standing straight with sword in tow and tilting his head backward, looking toward the bleak sky. "But I'm still in love with you."

Marth chuckled and laid a hand on his stomach, taking a deep breath. "Well, I've never expected myself to stop loving you. We got married for a reason, right?"

"I believe so."

Marth's eyes joined Ike's in the sky, grimacing at the poor forecast. Pathetic fallacy was not what he wanted or needed right now.

"My prince?" The mercenary's voice flowed with the dismal atmosphere, causing the Altean to look up. "Why are you in this alleyway, in the city? You're the type to stay by your army."

Marth looked back down at the ground, breathing roughly once again. Ike had caught him out, as usual. "My sister."

"Ellis?"

"Correct. She's…she's still in the castle. If one thing of Altea shall remain, it will be her."

Ike looked down at the withered prince with an empathetic look.

"To watch my kingdom die is painful enough. But my sister? Nothing may touch her."

"I understand."

The constant clipping of footsteps faintly crept up, both swordsmen looking toward it, down one open end of the alley.

"Ike."

The mercenary turned to the prince warily.

"You have to do it now."

"…Huh?"

"You have to kill me."

Ike attempted to give a shake of the head, but his motion was stopped by Marth's bleeding hands gripping the tip of Ragnell and holding it against his chest.

"Do it now, Ike. I want it quick and intimate." His head lowered. "Don't let them make me suffer."

The footsteps rushing outside the alley got heavier and louder, the prince's pleas hastening as well.

"Please, Ike. Do it."

The mercenary sighed and braced the prince, one powerful arm positioning the blade's tip against his flat chest.

"Prince Marth, I love you." He uttered, gazing at his late husband with a sorry look.

"I love you too, Ike. Take this-" The monarch held out a Master Crown, the hand Ike used to brace him falling from his shoulder to take the item carefully. "-And please, don't let that swine get my sister."

"She won't."

Both smiled weakly before kissing once more, ignoring the loud echoes throughout the city.

With a sharp thrust, the passionate kiss ceased into a touch of numb lips.

Ike pulled back, admiring the prince's beautiful, cold face. A small smile was tweaked at his lips, eyes closed in a peaceful, rather then painful manner.

It was good to see that Marth had passed on the way he had always wanted; in the arms of his husband.

(I had to even out the death toll. It now stands at Ike - 1 Marth -1)

Well, that's it for this month! (And possibly the next.)

I have exams tomorrow and for the next few weeks so...um...yeah. Great.