Uwahh! I decided to watch episode 25 again, and I got really sad and depressed. So I wrote this. If I spelled Hughes's daughter's name wrong, I'm sorry.

It was dark, close to midnight. The full moon shone brightly, but many dark clouds threatened to block its pure, pale light. A lone figure stood in a graveyard, a bouquet of flowers clenched in his left hand.

At his feet, a tombstone stood, marking the person that lay 6 feet below it. It read

Brigadier General Maes Hughes

Killed in Action

Loving Husband, Father, and Friend

"Hughes."

The one word slipped out of the person's mouth, low and almost inaudible. The figure opened his mouth as if to say more, but choked. He couldn't speak.

So he cried.

The rain poured down from the heavens, but the lone figure didn't care. Water also poured from his eyes, running down his face and spattering on the grave.

He'd always been annoying, showing off pictures of his "Darling little Elycia, isn't she so adorable, doesn't she make you want to buy her a big present for her birthday?!" and his "Lovely most beautiful wife in the whole world!" but in the end, he'd been a big help.

The figure smiled as he remembered on time, just after he had found out the secret ingredient in the Philosopher's Stone, and was heading to the Ishbalan camp in the mountains, he had been eating a delicious pie Gracia Hughes had baked for them.

Winry had been telling him that Maes, Gracia and Elycia made a 'perfect family'. She'd also said that he'd need to say "Thanks for the pie" when he returned. He had never gotten the chance to.

When he had returned, all that was left was a grave.

He also remembered, that same day, he had seen Hughes one last time. He had been holding a half eaten piece of pie, when he looked out the window. Hughes had been standing on a deck, standing, waving, and smiling.

He had stared in surprise, momentarily confused. Then they passed it, and even though he stuck his head out the window and looked back, there was nothing there.

Silently, the figure knelt and placed the flowers on the grave, staying there for a moment longer. "Hughes." He said as he walked out of the cemetery, the rain lessening. "Was that your way of saying goodbye?"

The clouds cleared again, and the moon shone through once more.

The figure smiled. A few yards away, he turned and looked back.

Thanks for the pie.

If you can't tell, it's Ed. I just didn't feel like saying his name.