In a review for Unity's final chapter (besides the epilogue), someone commented that they hoped Beth confessed how she felt to Marth soon. I'd never intended her to, I was really just going to make her huge crush a running joke, but that got me thinking... With a friend like Lady Melanie, Beth would be hard-pressed not to. Mel would make her. Then I decided, since it's christmastime, I'd make it a christmas songfic. So, drgnaurora95, here's what happens when Beth tries to own up.

Summary: Marth discovers the truth behind Beth's posture at the piano, while Beth tries to find the words to tell him how she feels.

Here we go!

Beth watched from her seat in the corner of the room. She couldn't help it. She was fascinated.

I don't want a lot for Christmas.
There's just one thing I need.

Mel came over and sat down. "So, Beth, what's up?"

Beth shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "Not much."

Melanie laughed in her face. "You look like a lovesick little girl. Who's the lucky boy?" She moved behind Beth and followed her gaze. Then she grinned. "Ah," she said.

I don't care about the presents
underneath the Christmas tree.

"What am I going to do?" Beth asked, feeling helpless.

"What are you going to do? What are you, twelve? You're going to tell him how you feel. It's that simple."

I just want you for my own.
More than you could ever know.

"But I... I don't know what to say..." Beth blurted out the first excuse that popped into her head.

"Tell him you like him. It's that simple." Melanie smiled. "I'd forgotten you'd never done this before."

Bethany shook her head.

"Okay," Melanie said. "Step one is to get him alone. The rest? You just have to wing it."

Make my wish come true.
All I want for Christmas is...
You.

Beth felt butterflies in her stomach. It was ridiculous, it really was, feeling like this. But she'd never looked up from her music and her friends long enough to really like someone. She look a deep breath.

"Hey, Marth?"

I don't want a lot for Christmas.
There's just one thing I need.

Marth looked up. "Beth, why do you sit like that when you're sight-reading? Your shoulders are all hunched over." He touched her shoulder with one hand. "If you sit up straighter, you'll be able to move your hands more quickly."

The little courage Bethany had in her fled at that. This is pathetic, she thought. Mel never has problems like this with men. She obeyed his instructions and sat up straighter, but had to squint to see the notes.

I don't care about the presents
underneath the Christmas tree.

Beth ran up to Marth. He seemed to be alone at the moment, walking through the hall. "Hey, Marth!"

Marth smiled at her. "Hi, Beth."

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

I don't need to hang my stocking
there upon the fireplace.

Marth shrugged. "If you can talk while you're walking. I have to be at the Battlefield in five minutes to referee a spar between Link and Ganondorf."

"Ooh," Beth shuddered. "That's gonna be a tough one. They hate each other, don't they?"

"Not exactly," Marth said. "The relationship between those two is a very confusing thing. I don't quite understand it myself. Link believes in Zelda's belief that Ganondorf is good at heart, but I think he has trouble forgiving him for the people he's hurt in the past." The two of them entered a crowded hallway.

"Actually," Beth said, "I can wait. See you later?"

Marth smiled. "Sure." Soon he was out of her sight.

Santa Claus won't make me happy
with a toy on Christmas day.

In her most graceful writing, Beth explained that she had something to tell Marth, and that she wanted to talk to him alone. She folded it into a neat square, wrote Marth on the front. She then placed it on the table in the hallway, where he'd be sure to walk by it when he came out of the room he was in at the moment. She was disgusted with herself, reverting to such juvenile methods because she was too shy to tell him herself.

I just want you for my own.
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true...
All I want for Christmas is you.

The door opened. But instead of Marth, Ike walked out of the room, with ROB coming shortly after.

Ike's sword, strapped to his waist as always, bumped into the table slightly, knocking her note to the floor, where it was promptly run over by ROB. Beth groaned.

She picked up the sad, crumpled piece of paper. Marth walked by. He turned when he saw her, waved. She smiled back. Then, once he was out of sight, she laughed sadly. It seemed, the first time she liked a man enough to chase him, it was doomed to complete and utter failure. Typical.

I won't ask for much this Christmas.
I don't even wish for snow.

"Okay, this is useless," Melanie said.

Beth was irritable. She snapped, "Mel, you're gorgeous, you're smart, you're kind and likeable, you're in a position of power. You could have any man you wanted! And so far, you have! I'm not like that. I'm not you! I..." She looked down. "I'm so scared that he won't like me, and I'll lose him all together."

Melanie took her hands. "Beth, it's not gonna happen. You won't lose him, I promise. Now, answer me this honestly. Do you want Marth to know how you feel?"

Beth nodded. "Yeah," she said.

I'm just gonna keep on waiting
underneath the mistletoe.

Melanie let go of Beth's hands and clapped her own together."Then let's get started. Obviously plan A didn't work, so we'll have to use plan B."

"What's plan B?"

Melanie smiled. "Mistletoe."

I won't make a list and send it
to the North Pole for Saint Nick.

Beth looked up. There it was, in the doorway. Mistletoe. All she had to do was work up the nerve once they got there.

Marth reached for the doorknob when a bell rang through the building. It was the huge bell that whoever was cooking rang when the meal was ready. It was usually Peach and Mr. Game&Watch who cooked, because Peach liked cooking and Game&Watch liked helping Peach. Today was no exception.

Marth looked over. "I guess dinner's ready," Marth said, turning and walking the opposite way. Beth followed, frustrated.

I won't even stay awake to
hear those magic reindeers click.

Melanie gave Beth a questioning look when she sat down. Beth shook her head.

Mel sighed. "Beth," she said, "You're useless."

"I know," Beth agreed.

'Cause I just want you here tonight.
Holding on to me so tight.
What more can I do?
Baby, all I want for Christmas is you.

Beth let out a growl of frustration. "I give up!" she said. "It's never going to work!"

"Give what up?" Marth appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, behind her.

She punched the wall. "Oh, forget it," she said.

Marth said, "Beth, I have something for you."

Beth turned around. Marth was smiling. He continued. "I noticed you were squinting at the music when we were playing together. You had trouble seeing the music?"

Beth nodded. "It goes a little fuzzy when I'm sitting up straight."

Marth handed her a piece of paper. "Can you read this?"

Beth held it close to her eyes, read it out.

"That's what I thought," Marth said. "Close your eyes."

All the lights are shining
so brightly everywhere.

Beth obeyed, feeling the butterflies return with children and grandchildren in tow. She felt Marth's hand brush her ear as he placed something on her face.

"Now open them," he said.

When Beth opened her eyes, everything was clearer. She reached up and touched the metal frames on her face. "Glasses..." she said. "And to think, that's all I needed to be able to see properly, for all this time..."

Marth smiled."I think you'll find the music easier to read now." His face was clear in front of her eyes. Everything was clear. She couldn't help it. She started grinning.

"Thanks so much!" she said.

And the sound of children's
laughter fills the air.

Peach skipped down the hallway. She stopped when she walked past them, then turned back. She smiled at the two of them and reached into her pocket. Out of it, she pulled a small sprig of green and white. She walked between them, stood on tiptoe and hung the plant above their heads. She smiled at Beth. "It's mistletoe," she said. "It means you have to-"

"I know," Beth said, cutting her off. Peach smiled and left.

And everyone is singing,
I hear those sleigh bells ringing,

Beth closed her eyes. "Please don't hate me," she said in a tiny voice. She opened her eyes, took a deep breath. Then she reached out, grabbed Marth's shoulders, and kissed him.

Santa won't you bring me the one I really need...
Won't you please bring my baby to me...

When she backed up, Marth had a baffled look on his face.

"I... have to go. I've got... uh... kitchen duty!" Beth shot him a sheepish grin as she turned and ran.

She left Marth standing in the hallway, wondering what had just happened.

Beth smiled as she ran. "Merry Christmas, Marth," she whispered to herself, fingering her glasses.

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas.
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
standing right outside my door.I just want you for my own.
More than you could ever know.
Make my wish come true...
Baby all I want for Christmas is you.

Yes, Beth had always needed glasses. This whole time. Smart Marth, to figure that out.

Thank you very much for reading!