Really short. I actually wrote a depressing story... I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist. In the case I did, Greed wouldn't have died.
Enjoy
Hughes may have annoyed Roy. With his telling him to get a wife, calling more than necessary, having a billion pictures, overall obsessiveness with his daughter, and not telling him things, it wasn't that suprising.
But he had a reason for all of them. He wanted Roy to be happy like he was, and maybe have a kid he could obsess over. And the calling thing was, perhaps, just to check up on him, more than was needed. And the pictures and obsession just meant that he loved his family. And, as Riza helped him learn, he didn't always tell him things because it would distract him. And even if Roy had been convinced he wasn't going to help him get to the top, he had been trying.
And now his friend was gone. He found himself missing the phone calls, and all the pictures. He hated seeing the broken family left behind, and the silence of his office. For a time, whenever the phone rang he would expect to hear his friend's happy voice. A knock on the door and he would expect to see Hughes with a new picture. But they never were him, he would never see his dearest friend again. And he found himself missing the very things that had annoyed him. Wishing, that he would again hear Hughe's voice telling him to get a wife. But for now, perhaps he would be content to drown his sorrows away in a bottle, wishing his friend were here.
It really was short, wasn't it... but i wrote a nonhumorous, depressingish story! Is that something to be happy about?