Title: Farewell, Friend, Lover, Subordinate, Superior

Rating: M for mature

Warnings: SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 25(if you haven't seen it) Angst(I guess) OOCness (but grief can do this to you) Shounen-ai, hinted HughesXRoy

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist, if I did...this story wouldn't exist

By the way...all flames will be laughed at and I will use them to heat tea so I can get rid of my cold, this fic was written under the influence of pain medication and generic Day-quil!

And without further ado...the fic

It was dreary today, the day of your funeral, dammit Maes, why couldn't you have held on? Who did this to you? I have so many questions. I miss you already.

I don't understand WHY it couldn't have been ME. I live a sad existence as it is.

I'm carrying your casket now, from the chapel to the hearse. The cold box is a contradiction to my last memory of you and I together, before you got married.

I sigh and hold back my tears at we get in the limousine for the procession to the military cemetery. I remember how we used to be, before the military, before Gracia, before Elysia...

You were my lover, my confidant, well...you were still my confidant before you died but, you were going to push me to the top, to become the Fuhrer, but now, you're gone, and you've surpassed me in rank too, you bastard.

Warily I move to my spot and watch underlings lower you into your grave. Little Elysia is crying, telling them not to bury you, that you've still got work to do, I'm right there with her, here in my head.

I don't want you to go Maes, I didn't get to kiss you goodbye, I didn't get to SAY goodbye because you're were constantly nagging me to 'find a good wife' you know I only wanted you, just you Maes.

I remember the last time we were together, before you got married, when she was still just your girlfriend. You brought me and apple pie, then you yelled at me because I was researching forbidden alchemy.

Then you kissed me, held me, loved me until dawn, that was the last time I felt truly, truly happy.

The last time we kissed was your wedding day, you looked so good in your tux. That was our 'goodbye as lovers' kiss, but we would always be friends, right Maes?

Everyone is saluting now, Major Armstrong is crying, Elysia is screaming, Gracia is trying to comfort her, no one is comforting me, no one knows how bad I feel.

The taps begin to play and I know I'm going to lose it soon.

It's time to say goodbye to your freshly buried body and your cold tombstone.

Everyone is gone now, but I'm still here with Hawkeye. I'm talking with her, about you Maes, I remember about how I was on the train and I heard your voice fall across my ear,

"Dammit Roy, you're being stupid again!"

I can't remember you ever saying this to me, but my mind could most definitely be playing tricks on me now, my grief is almost unbearable. My mind is going at eighty miles a minute, I could be confused.

When I tell Hawkeye it's going to rain, I begin to cry. Dammit Maes, WHY?

Farewell, Friend, Lover, Subordinate, Superior, Farewell and God Speed.

Authors Note: I hope you found this bittersweet, I don't want anyone to be depressed, I just felt like I had to write this, it was meant to be done, this is my first Fullmetal Fic so forgive me and if you'd be so kind as to leave a review I'd be eternally greatful...I don't think i spelled Maes's daughter's name correctly but I don't care!... R.I.P. Brigadier General Maes Hughes.