Blame the drabble bunnies, they bit while I was doing math homework and hoping for a snow day tomorrow so I wouldn't have to finish the zillions of linear equations...
By the way, I know there's no Christmas in Amestris.
Disclaimer: No ownership. Except for an 2009 FMA calendar- so can it be January already?
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Riza Hawkeye was staring out the window at her not-so-wintry front yard. Not a single snowflake in sight... she sighed. Some snow would have been nice for her first Christmas with her new husband. But the heavy gray clouds, hanging low over the earth, were not delivering.
"What are you doing?" Roy crept up behind his wife and slipped his arms around her waist.
She turned and turned her face up for his kiss. "Waiting for it to snow."
"Why?" He looked confused.
"Because. It can't be Christmas without snow."
"Yes, it can. It's Christmas either way. Is this another one of those weird things that happens to women when they're pregnant?"
She laughed. "No, you idiot. It can't really be Christmas if there's no snow- just like it's not Midsummer without fireworks, or spring without rain and crocuses, or autumn without blowing leaves and you moping around."
He pouted. "Hey! I do not mope!"
Riza looked at him, eyebrows raised.
"Well, maybe a little bit. It's supposed to snow later. Around 3 o'clock, they said."
"It is 3 o'clock. Which is why I'm waiting."
Roy opened the squeaky window and stuck his hand out. "Are you sure this isn't another weird pregnancy thing?"
"Yep." As if on cue, a single snowflake fell and landed on the Flame Alchemist's palm. The ground was soon littered with tiny white crystals, frosting the green-brown grass and covering the hedges with a shiny dusting of the stuff. Riza sighed again, and leaned into Roy's embrace. Now it really was Christmas.
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6 years later
"Daddy, where's the snow? Mommy said there's always snow on Christmas." 5-year-old Reya Mustang tugged at her father's sleeve, accusatory amber eyes bright under her shock of black hair.
"Well, sweetie, I'm sure the snow will come. You just have to wait," Roy answered. The little girl had been asking the same question all morning, and he'd given the same answer each time.
"But I've been waiting."
"Wait a little bit more."
"Okay." She skipped happily over to the window, the same window where, years ago, Riza had waited until-
"Daddy, it's snowing!"
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The fluff bunnies bit hard. Enough said. Please review anyway? You get cookies!