A/N: See here, I'm not a big RoyRiza fan, but I got bored and I thought through all of the FMA couplings and they seemed the most appealing to write and I got ever so upset after Hughes death, I needed a character to relate with and writing about Gracia never occurred to me, so I might… someday. Oh yea, the majority of this chapter is from the manga.

(I accidentally deleted this fic, so I had to repost it)

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But on with the story!!!

My heart panged. It was heartbreaking to watch. The one I swore to protect with my life stood beside me with a clouded look in his eyes.

I gazed around. My heart nearly broke at the sight of a despairing mother trying to calm her 3-year-old daughter. I clenched my fists tightly. It wasn't time for Maes to die yet! Why did he---

The colonel placed his hand on my shoulder briefly. He called for me, "Hawkeye,"

"Yes Colonel?"

"I'm going to the grave for a bit after the ceremony, please, go on ahead without me."

I didn't. After the ceremony, I watched the colonel from far away. He took off his military hat, mumbling to himself. His normally messy hair slicked back with gel. I bit my lip before yelling, "Colonel!"

He turned to me, his eyes slightly happy that he was not alone.

"It's gotten cold, aren't you going to go back?" I asked him.

"Yeah, I will."

The colonel turned his attention back to the grave, "Alchemists are horrible people, 1st Lieutenant."

I stared at him sadly, /No, you're not a horrible person, Roy. Edward-kun and Alphonse-kun, though they are kids, have been exposed to horrors beyond anyone's imagination, yet, they vow not to kill, and I know you don't enjoy killing either/ My mind told him but I never expressed my thoughts in words and I let him continue.

"Right now . . . a part of me is desperately trying to develop a theory on human transmutation."

I flinched, he had loved the now Brigadier General, yet Maes had never returned his feelings.

"Now I feel like I understand what those boys felt when they tried to transmute their mother."

I turned all my attention to him, ". . . Are you alright?" I knew he wasn't, but I just wanted to ask, it seemed right at the time.

He slowly put his hat back on, "No, I'm fine . . . Oh, no. It's raining."

I looked up. For such a depressing day, the sky was quite clear, "It isn't raini-"

He pulled his hat down, "No. It's raining," His voice wavered as tears began streaming down his face.

I looked away, "Yes, it is . . . Colonel, let's get back, it's getting cold."

After going back to base and discussing about Hughe's death and earning a few vital clues, I lost track of the colonel. I spotted John Havoc and asked him about the colonel's whereabouts.

"He's probably gone back to his apartment," He said, taking the cigarette from his lips, "He looked horrible so Armstrong suggested for him to rest."

I nodded silently, "Thank you."

Havoc patted me on the back, "Don't worry, I know that because you've known him for so long, you're worried about the colonel, but he'll recover."

I nodded and bowed, "I understand, 2nd Lieutenant," I ran down the streets of east city, heading for the colonel's apartment.

Normal P.O.V.

Unknown to Riza, John was smiling after she left, "I'm sure she'll help him recover, after all, there's no woman better for the colonel than 1st Lieutenant."

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A/N: End of first chapter, you likey? No? Then keep your opinions to yourself. Yes? Then review my dear friend, review… Anyone who flames will suffer the Flame Alchemist. Mmmk? Mmmk.