One Christmas Eve
Summary: One Christmas Eve, Roy and Riza had an accident, They both end up in an alternative world that seems so much Amestris all except; loved ones who died are there. But the catch is, in reality, they're both in a coma, endangered of their lives.
Chapter One
Christmas Much?
It was Christmas Eve and Riza Hawkeye had been driving in the snow filled road of Amestris for hours now. Everywhere she went cars would greet her with traffic and cars honking made her itch for her gun but her superior officer stopped her with his gloved hand.
"Lieutenant, such a wonderful Christmas isn't it?" judging from his ironic tone, he was really pissed.
Her eyes remained focused on the suffocating traffic before her and continuous honking would follow.
Roy Mustang started tapping his fingers on the leather seat gently and impatiently sighed. He rolled down his window and popped his head out, stretching his neck to get a good view of what was going on.
After he was done, he rolled up his car window, "A blue car crashed into the post lamp, that's what's causing the huge traffic jam."
"A very merry Christmas it is." The colonel slowly sunk into his seat with his arms crossed. The two officers had to wait a few minutes or hours before the blue car finally was cleared out of the road, before Riza could drive again.
She increased her speed from 20kph to 60kph to not waste time. "I know it's not Christmas yet," Roy began as he drew himself near her just inches away from her cheeks, from the corner of her amber eyes, she could see him breathing on her face, causing her cheeks to redden. "Colonel, what are you doing—"
"I got you a scarf," he wrapped a red knitted scarf around her neck and examined it. "Looks good."
"You really didn't have to," Hawkeye flustered, trying to focus on the road rather on her commanding officer.
"Actually, Hawkeye…I've been wanting to say this for a long time now…." Roy cleared his throat as he swam in his head, desperately searching for the appropriate words to say to her that won't anger her.
She hit the breaks, causing the colonel to slightly fly up his seat. "—What?"
His attention was now focused on her, "—T-truck." He uttered as his eyes grew.
"Truck?" The blonde woman raised her brow.
"Move, Hawkeye! There's a truck coming!" The flame alchemist demanded as he looked past her shoulder.
The first lieutenant looked behind her, but it was too late, the vehicle slammed into the black military car spearing no one. It was a very ironic merry Christmas to the two, indeed.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Author's Note:
Well, Readers and Writers,
I am back and greeted you with story that shocked you? Yes, very evil. I know, I hope this turns out great. And you guys, please review and don't forget, more reviews, and I shall update tomorrow, a much longer chapter, I may add.
I give you my best regards,
SakuraTearDrop