A/N: It's been a while since I've written anything, and I've gotten a bit on the rusty side, so I decided to join fma_fic_contest on livejournal to get my toes wet in the FMA fandom and to aid in knocking some of the rust off. :) This is my first ever FMA fic. It also took first place in the weekly contest! Yay! \o/ Written for the prompt 'coffee'.
A Taste of Home
by Starlit Purple
Feet shuffled across a room filled with foreign items—her room now, Maria's mind filled in with a pang of sadness. It was hard to believe that just mere weeks ago she'd been just a normal Amestrian soldier grieving over the loss of her superior officer.
She never thought his murder would be pinned on her.
Everything had spun out of her control since then, from her imprisonment to her upcoming execution, to escaping, to being "executed" by Mustang, to making her way out of the country and eventually, finally, leading her to her new home in Xing.
She sank down into the chair her hand had been resting on and took the cup from the tray that had been brought for her. It wasn't steaming anymore, but the cup was still warm in her hands. The taste was familiar where nothing else was and a grim smile curved her lips as she remembered what the kind servant girl had told her.
"It's not Amestrian blend, but Fu thought you would like this more than tea."
She took another sip of the coffee, closed her eyes, and thought of a home she didn't belong to anymore. There wasn't a desert to stop her tears now.