He walked cautiously over to the bed and gently ran his small hand over the foot of the bed. The whole bed was made from beautiful oak, just like the bureau. Wow, so pretty... Roy thought to himself. As Roy wandered to the other side of the bed, Eliwood entered the room.
"So, Roy... You've already finished unpacking? Put everything away neatly?" he asked sarcasticlly. He eyed the open bureau and noticed how all the clothes were just tossed in there.
"The furniture's made of wood, Dad! Sweet!" Roy cried cheerfully.
"Well, if I smell smoke in here or find any signs of a fire, you're going to be in sooo much trouble, young man!" Eliwood replied sternly.
"I'm not gonna set any fires in here! I'm not stupid, ya know!" he growled while folding his arms.
"I'm not saying that you're stupid, Roy. You're a very intelligent boy. Intelligent, yet very careless", Eliwood replied. He's seen Roy cause a lot of trouble before due to his extremely reckless behavior. Ironicly, none of them involved fire in any way. Eliwood shook his head, wondering whatever caused Roy to develop pyromania, which was what he always asked himself.
"I hope that Martha-- I mean Marth isn't too mad about that...", Roy wondered.
"Hey! Don't be calling him 'Martha', got it?" Eliwood glared at Roy as if he was expecting the four-year-old to make a smart-aleck remark.
"Sor-REE! Not my fault if he looks, acts, and sounds like a girl!" Roy mused.
"...Finish unpacking, ok?" Eliwood said in a slightly cold tone. He then exited the room, leaving Roy snickering to himself.
"How can a girl be a prince?! I just hope that she doesn't make me play with dollies or have dumb little tea parties. I wonder if the lil' squirt left his room yet?" he joked.
Marth opened his door and looked out. He wiped his eyes, which were slightly red from crying. The prince noticed that someone was in the guest room that was across the hallway from his room. Marth walked towards the room, while Roy resumed to putting his clothes away in a disorganized manner. At the same time, Roy continued to crack jokes about Marth. Little did he know that the butt of his jokes also happened to be listening him.
"Oh my God! He looks so much like a girl! And why does he wear that dumb 'ol tiara for?! All Martha needs is a dress and he'll definately look like a girl! And he acts like such a baby! All I said was that he looked like a girl and he runs off crying like a big baby! Martha's probably two or three! I might get him to do whatever I want him to do! Heh, that'd be so fun... boss him around like a little brother or something!"
"Ahem! Roy... you shouldn't talk bad about other people, especially when they're right next to you", said Marth.
Roy spun around and came face-to-face with the blue-haired boy. Marth wore an expression that was a mixture of anger and saddness. Although he's eyes showed anger, tears were threatening to flood over and run down his very pale face. He tried to keep a straight face, but he wiped his eyes occasionally. Once in a while, he sniffled a little bit.
"Ugh... hi there, Marth! What... uh... brings you here?" Roy asked sheepishly.
"Don't pretend that you didn't say all those mean things about me", Marth coldly. "So, I'm a girl and a big baby?"
"Um... Whatever gave you that idea?" Roy pushed his index fingers together and pulled then apart, as if he was playing with an imaginary Chinese finger trap.
"I heard everything you said about me", Marth sniffled again and wiped his eyes. He continued to glare at Roy, waiting for an explaination.
"I... I... I dunno what you're talking about!" Roy looked down at the floor to avoid eye contact with Marth. Marth's eyes were starting to become even more watery.
"Don't lie! I've heard you say those things! Why would you pick on me for, huh?! Huh?!" Marth took a step towards Roy, who flinched as if he got struck hard. "Listen, I don't like it when people say mean things about me. I don't look like a girl at all. This 'dumb ol' tiara' is my sister's. Ellis lemme borrow it whenever I want. I-I-I can't help it if I cry when people say certain things about me. It's also not a good idea to boss around people who are older than you, Roy."
"Errr... you're older than me? You're joking, right?" Roy asked sheepishly. His cheeks were flushing very badly. He never felt so embarrassed or got lectured at by another kid.
"I'm five. When's your birthday?" asked Marth.
"T-T-Tomorrow. Why?" Roy answered.
"Hmm... I'm half a year older than you, then." Marth gave off a faint smile while Roy flushed even more.
"Um... does this mean that I'm free now?" Roy whined.
"Not really. I'm not gonna let you off the hook that easily!" Marth retorted. "Maybe if you're very nice to me... and maybe if you do what I want... and do whatever I tell you to do... then perhaps I'll forgive you, okie-dokie?" He winked at Roy, who looked very worried.
"And what if I don't wanna take orders from some Tiara Boy?" Roy asked spitefully.
"Then I'll go tell Lord Eliwood about your behavior and you'll get punished!" Marth replied in a conceited tone. He raised his nose to the air and ran his hand through his soft-blue hair.
Roy didn't feel too comfortable about that. He knows what would happen if Marth tattled on him: Eliwood would stick him back onto the carrige and send him back home. Roy let out a loud groan and smacked his hand onto his forehead. "Great... I can't believe that I'm gonna take orders from you! Fine then, I'll do it."
"There now, Roy. Just remember: do as I say and you won't get punished", Marth chirped conceitedly. He skipped out of the guest room, now in a very pleasent mood. Roy just sighed and walked out, following Marth. Greaaaat... What did I just get myself into now?!