"We're gonna play in my room, ok? Don't make a mess, got it?" said Marth.
"Yeah, whatever", Roy grumbled.
"Hey, don't talk like that in front of me!" Marth said angrily. "You have to obey me and show me lots of respect 'cause I said so!"
Roy snorted as he tried to hold back laughter. "It's bad enough that I hafta obey you, but show you respect?! As if!"
"Well, let's see what your dad'll say. Now, where is he?" Marth smirked. He has his arms folded and looked around as Roy began to panic.
"Please don't tell Dad! I beg you, Marth! Pleeease?!" Roy got on his knees and pulled on the bottom of Marth's T-shirt.
"Oh, very well then. I won't tell Lord Eliwood. Now... let go of my shirt! You're getting it wrinkled!" Marth shouted. Roy did just as he was told. "Hmm... I should have you call me by some sorta title..."
"How about 'Sir Marth, The Major Pain in the Butt'?" Roy joked.
"No! If you call me that, then you'll be back in Pherae by tomorrow!" Marth wasn't too pleased with Roy's suggestion. He glared at Roy, waiting for any more ridiculous suggestions.
"Ugh... how about 'Prince Marth'? You are a prince, no?"
"Everyone in Altea calls me that. I need a title that only you can call me", Marth replied. He thought for a few seconds before an idea came to mind. "I know! How about... 'Master'?"
"Not in this lifetime! I ain't calling you 'Master'!"
"Maybe Lord Eliwood'll like that idea... I should go ask him", Marth said in an overly cheerful voice. He was about to walk off when Roy grabbed his skinny arm.
"Alright, alright! I give! I'll call you 'Master', ok?!"
"I'm glad that you've used some common sense", Marth smirked. He yanked his arm out of Roy's hands. Marth opened the door and led Roy into his room.
Unlike the other rooms, Marth's was all blue! From floor to ceiling, everything was in a different shade of blue. Marth's bed was neatly made and it had a lot of pillows on it. They were in numerous shades of blue. He also had plenty of toys, more than any five-year-old could ever dream of. In one corner, he had all the plushies he owned in a neat fashion. The largest ones were against the wall and the smaller ones were in front. On the bookcases, he had a lot of books. One bookcase contained picture books. Another had maps of other countries. They were arranged from largest to smallest. Even his closet was in order! His clothes (which he had plenty of!) were all folded and hung up. They were arranged by color (mostly blues, but he had other colors as well). Not a wrinkle could be found on any of his clothes!
"Ahh, my eyes! I think I'm gonna see all blue now!" Roy cried as he shielded his eyes.
"Now what should I have you do?" Marth wondered out loud. He looked around the spotless room, trying to think up of a task for Roy. "I got it! Fetch me my slippers, Roy!" He pointed over to his closet, where his slippers were.
"Hey! I'm your slave, but I'm no dog!" Roy complained. He stuck his tongue out at Marth, which wasn't a very smart thing to do.
"How dare you!" Marth shouted. He turned towards the door and was halfway out when Roy dashed over to the closet. Roy opened the closet and quickly found the sky blue slippers. He picked them up and ran towards Marth.
"Don't tell on me! I got your slippers!" Roy cried. "Here you go, Marth--I mean Master." He handed Marth the slippers.
"Much better", he mused. Marth closed the door and changed his shoes. Roy was fearing for his life, worried about what task Marth is going to think up of next.
"Roy! Go get me Pan-Pan!" He pointed Roy over to the plushies.
"Yes, Ma-- Wait! 'Pan-Pan'?!" Roy asked in a confused tone.
"You heard me! Go get me Pan-Pan or I'll tell on you!"
"Uh... ok, Master", Roy sighed. He walked over to the large assortment of plushies and looked them over. Marth had plushies of nearly every animal, ranging from kittens to whales. Roy tried to think of which of the over 100-some odd plushies was "Pan-Pan". Roy picked up a random plushie, a silver wolf, and handed it to Marth gently.
"Here is Pan-Pan, Master", said Roy.
"That's not Pan-Pan. That's Lobo. Gimme Pan-Pan now!" Marth whined as he stomped his foot down. He pushed Roy's hands away and pointed over to the plushies.
"Great, this is gonna take me forever!" Roy grumbled to himself. He dropped Lobo onto the ground and looked at the rest of the collection again. He picked out a Siamese cat plushie. "Pan-Pan" is a cute name for this kinda cat! Roy thought to himself. He went back to Marth and handed him the adorable cat.
"No! You got the wrong one again! This is Chopsticks, not Pan-Pan", Marth whined. He gave it back to Roy, who sighed and went back to the corner.
Roy dropped Chopsticks near Lobo and looked through the group again. He picked out a chubby penguin. He looked at it to make sure that he found the right one. After confirming that he found Pan-Pan, Roy returned to Marth.
"IT'S NOT PAN-PAN!" Marth cried. He folded his arms and looked as if he was about to cry again. "THIS IS AURORA, NOT PAN-PAN!"
"Gimme a break, Marth! Tell me which one's Pan-Pan and I'll get it for you! Geez!" Roy glared at Marth while holding Aurora in his hands.
"You find Pan-Pan on your own!" Marth rested his hands on his hips as he glared back at Roy.
"But you have too many plushies! I can't find it unless you tell me which one is--" Roy was immediately cut off as Marth began to bawl loudly. "Alright, alright. I'll find Pan-Pan myself then!"
After nearly over an hour, 87 discarded plushies on the floor, and several major temper tantrums from Marth, Roy finally struck gold. He handed Marth a small chubby panda, praying that it's the right one. Roy backed away from Marth as the prince looked it over. Oh PLEASE let that be the right one! I can't take much more of his STUPID tantrums! Roy thought to himself. Marth actually smiled! He hugged the plushie tightly and actually calmed down! Marth rocked himself back and forth, finally content with his plushie.
"Yay! You got Pan-Pan for me!" Marth said cheerfully.
"Geez! All this for a stupid panda plushie?! Gimme a break!" Roy said as he smacked his forehead.
Marth looked over at the discarded plushies on the floor, all wide-eyed. He looked up at Roy and another idea came to him. Marth placed a serious expression on his face as he thought over the idea. Roy was too busy rubbing his temples to notice that he was in for some more torture.
"Roy! Pick up all those plushies and put 'im back neatly!" Marth commanded.
"Can't you help me with them?" groaned Roy. Marth shot him an angry glare, which registered as a "No". Sighing, Roy did as he was told. He placed all the plushies back into a large group, hoping that it was over.
"You did it wrong! That's not how they all go! DO IT OVER AGAIN!" Marth shouted.
"Hey, I put them back there, so get over it! Plus I have a major headache, no thanks to your tantrums!" Roy retorted.
Marth got up in a haste, but he nearly fell over. He was unable to stand properly on his left leg. It turned out that his leg fell asleep as he was waiting for Roy to get him Pan-Pan. After a few minutes, he finally left the room and slammed the door shut.
"Marth? Where are you going? Marth?! MARTH!" Roy shouted. He ran after Marth, fearing for the worst.
"I'm right here, geez!" Marth opened the door again and shook his head. Yes! He didn't really leave! Roy thought to himself.
"You... didn't go to Dad, right?" he asked sheepishly.
"Relax, I'm not gonna go tell on you... yet", said Marth. "I guess I'll leave the plushies like that for now."
"I think I hate plushies now, no thanks to you" joked Roy.
"Now, what would you like to do?" asked Marth.
"Excuse me? You... you... actually care what I want to do?" asked a very bewildered Roy.
"I'm just being polite to you. Now if only you could be polite to me..."
"Oh... well... can we go outside to play? I can't stand playing inside for a long time. I just like to run around and stuff", replied Roy.
"Ok, then. I don't care for being outside, but I guess I'll give in", said Marth. "By the way, there's a catch", he mused.
"A catch? What kind? I hafta be your slave for the whole summer?" he growled.
"We'll go outside to play, but only if you carry me", Marth smirked.
"What the hey?! I hafta carry you outside?! For the whole time!?" Roy exclaimed.
"Yep! Until I tell you to put me down. But if you don't want to carry me, then we'll stay inside...", Marth said conceitedly. He folded his arms again and smirked evily at poor Roy.
Outside in the hot sun, Marth was barking orders to where he wanted to go. Roy was sweating badly because of a rather bossy prince was sitting on his shoulders. He wiped some of the sweat away from his forehead and tried to take deep breathes. Carrying Marth brought overwhelming physical (and mental) exhaustion to Roy.
"Can I please put you down? My back and shoulders hurt...", the younger boy whined.
"No! There's no shade here. I wanna be in the shade!" barked Marth. "Go over to that big tree over there!"
"Fine, you annoying little..." Roy grumbled.
"What's that?!"
"I mean 'Yes, Master!'" Roy carried Marth over to the tree and sat him down. Now that Marth was in the shade and off his back, Roy stretched his rather sore back. He leaned against the tree and slide down onto the soft cool grass.
Marth looked up at the tree and noticed several large red, juicy, delicious apples. He licked his lips and thought about how to acquire them for himself. They were way too high for him to reach. He couldn't climb up the tree either. He didn't know how to climb trees, for he's never done that in his life. There must be someway I can get those apples! Someway... Marth glanced over at Roy and an idea came to him. Uh-oh.
"Roy, get me an apple! Now!" he barked.
"Nahh, let's just relax here. The shade's so nice, eh?" said Roy. His voice was very calm and relaxed.
"Hmph! I was thinking of maybe going a little more easy on you if you got me an apple... But since you don't want to get me one..." Marth's voice trailed off slightly.
"Ok, then! I'll get one for you!" Roy said excitedly. He jumped up and began to climb the tree. He reached the closest apple and pulled it off the branch. He dropped it and it landed in Marth's small hands.
Marth immediately sank his teeth into the apple and quickly ate it. He felt a little more relaxed and content now. "I want another one. Get me another one. Get one that's higher up there."
Roy groaned loudly, but did as he was told. He climbed a few feet more, looking for another apple. He looked down and saw Marth pointing up. I guess I hafta go higher then. he thought. He climbed up to the highest branch and found some larger apples. Yes! Jackpot! He grabbed them and dropped them back down to Marth.
"Sire, it's time for your afternoon nap", said Jeigan. He was standing behind Marth, who was eating the apples.
"Ok. Thank you", replied Marth.
"Where is Sir Roy?" asked Jeigan.
"He's playing up in the tree", Marth answered. He followed Jeigan inside, neglecting to get Roy.
"Hahahaha! Marth takes afternoon naps like a baby! That is too funny!" he laughed. Unfortunately, he slipped and nearly fell from the branch. He wrapped both of his arms around the branch and held on for dear life. He looked down and hoped that the branch wouldn't break. "Marth? Marth?! MARTH! Get me down from here, NOW!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.
Nearly half an hour later, soft footsteps came to the base of the tree. Roy looked down, sniffling, and hoping that someone would come get him down.
"Hey, why are you still up there?" asked a familiar soft voice.
"Well, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be up here!" snapped Roy. "Now, get me down from here!!!"
Marth dashed off to find a ladder for poor Roy. He came back a few minutes later, struggling to drag the ladder over to the tree.
"Look, I'm soooo sorry for earlier. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was just so mad at you... Can you forgive me? Please? Pretty please?" Marth asked in a meek voice.
"I guess so. Just don't make me look for any of your plushies again", Roy replied.