Marth sat with his knees hugged to his chest on his own bed in his own room. His cheeks were damp and his eyes were bloodshot. He felt like he wanted to vomit.

'I messed up, I messed up….' The same track looped in his head. Ike hates him now and most likely Roy does too.

What Ike was saying wasn't true, not in the slightest. Everything he discussed with Peach was everything he felt. Ike was the one he loved. Ike was the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He just wanted Ike to barge through that door, hold him, and shower him with kisses like he used to do. All Marth could do is reminisce all the good times they've shared together. Each one sunk him in a deeper and deeper depression.

His eyelids were heavy and he didn't have the energy to cry anymore. He needed a nice long sleep to help calm himself down.

The prince stripped into his boxers and slipped under the blue covers. Alone. He shivered due to the coldness from not sleeping in there for so long, not to mention the lack of body heat he always had to keep him warm. It took him at least an hour to finally drift off to sleep.

At 8am the next morning, the bright light of the golden sun lingered its way through the dark green curtains and remained still on the prince's eyelids. The intensity of the light caused Marth to slowly open his eyes to a hopefully better day. He yawned and stretched out his arms. The room was quiet and smelt fresh as if it were brand new. Well that shouldn't be surprising. Master Hand always sends a cleaning crew to tidy up each smasher's room during the weekly tournaments, no matter how clean or messy the room was. Marth sighed as it dawned on him that all his stuff was still in Ike's room. Groaning, he left the bed to retrieve the spare bathrobe hanging on the back of the bathroom door. It was white with a golden Smash Ball stitched into it. Slipping it on over his boxers, he covered his feet with his slippers and turned the gold handle of the front door.

The scene before his eyes startled him. There was the red-haired swordsman lying there on the floor fast asleep. Next to him was a large bag of some sort. He kneeled down and gently shook the male.

"Roy," he whispered. No movement. "Roy, wake up, it's morning." He said a little louder. The shorter of the two groaned and blinked a few times. "Marth?"

"What are you doing?" He asked concerned.

Roy sat up and cracked his back. "I went over to Ike's place to talk to you, but Ike said you two broke up and threw me out. He didn't explain why though. He then gave me this bag with all of your stuff in it and asked if I'd return them to you." He explained. "I figured you'd be in here."

"As much as I appreciate you returning my belongings, why didn't you go back to your room?" Marth grabbed the bag and tried not to cry.

"I didn't want you to be alone. I wanted to be right here with you." He smiled.

"Thank you Roy. You are too kind." The prince grinned.

"May I come in?" Roy pleaded.

"Yes, of course." Marth led Roy inside. He plopped the bag on his bed and began to unpack it. It was so neat and organized.

"He folded my things for me." He whispered.

Marth turned to face his dresser when suddenly a pair of lips came in contact with his own. His eyes flew open and his heart was pounding. He pulled away and slapped Roy in the face as if it was a natural instinct. Both of them were wide-eyed.

"Roy! What were you doing?!" Marth glared at him angry.

"You and Ike are broken up right? What's the problem?" Roy rubbed his cheek where Marth hit him.

"I don't care. I know what I did yesterday was wrong. It was a mistake. I only love Ike. I-I'm sorry." His lip was trembling.

"He made it quite obvious that he doesn't love you. We can continue where we left o-"

"No Roy. I know your true feelings about me. I can never be with someone who thinks so poorly of my feelings. It wasn't a forgive and forget situation. Of course I will remain your friend, but-" He took a pause. "I don't see myself ever dating you again." Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Roy was stuttering. "Marth I'm not the one twisting stories around and accusing you of stuff you clearly did by mistake."

Marth took a deep breath. "You told Ike didn't you?" he said in a stern voice. It was just then that the caring Princess Toadstood was trotting her way down to speak with the bluenette. She decided not to enter the ajar door when she heard a very heartbreaking scene. She stood outside and listened.

Roy's heart pounded. "I didn't say anything to him."

"Roy, I'm not in the mood for your lies."

The shorter swordsman didn't respond.

"I can't believe you would tell him!" His voice cracked. "I mean I was going to tell him sooner or later but-"

"Marth wait." Marth looked at him. "It is true that I told Ike that you kissed me willingly. I also told him that if I was invited to Brawl, we would still be together. That part was true wasn't it?"

"No Roy! You told me you were embarrassed by me. You said you could never tell anyone from your home about me. You said…you said you didn't want to disappoint them." Marth started crying again and so did the princess outside the door. "How could I ever want to be with someone like that?! Ike didn't care what anyone thought of him dating a man. I got along just fine with his friends and family when we were introduced. He loved me, he cared for me." Marth stopped himself from saying any more. "The point is, you'll never be the man Ike was."

"Ike, if only you knew how loyal Marth was." Peach wiped away her tears with her glove.

"I need to talk to Ike right now, and you're coming with me to tell him that you lied about everything." Marth grabbed Roy's wrist and stormed out the door. However, lying in his path was a teary-eyed princess.

"Princess Peach! Oh my, what is troubling you?" Marth asked concerned.

"I just want you and Ike to be happy again. That's all. Now please go and pour your heart out to him." She sniffled.

"Nothing is holding me back this time." He shyly smiled and continued to speed walk to his destination.