Rating: PG/Spoilers for movie-ish
Snow
It's snowing.
You hated the snow. You always said that it made your hair all sticky and your cheeks would be sore. Your lips would get chapped and you would clutch your arms for warmth and wish it was summer. You complained about the automail getting achy and creaky and frozen stiff. Sometimes the metal got so cold that when I held your hand we'd get stuck until you realized that I wasn't letting go and you'd get out the hot water. Then you'd complain about me getting sick or too cold or too wet.
You were always worrying about me like that.
You didn't have to… but you did anyway. When the train crashed and we were stranded in the snow… you didn't have to give me your coat. You were much colder than me. We huddled together for hours, using body warmth and the debris from the train to keep us from freezing to death. So many people died. But we had each other. We would live.
You started talking about summer. About how nice it would be, especially in America. You loved talking about America. You always dreamed of going there, leaving Munich and war behind. We started reminiscing then. Past snowball fights as children, the time my armor froze to a pole and when you tried to use alchemy to pry me loose your right hand got stuck, too. You told me I was shivering and I called you a liar because armor doesn't shiver. You told me humans did, and that was what I was. We were stuck until Colonel Mustang found us, though he made fun of you a lot before melting the ice away.
You laughed at that story, but your body was shaking. I huddled closer to you, trying to make you warmer. You just laughed more and called me a worry wart. Then you told me I was shivering. You gave me your gloves. Hours must have passed… maybe even days. We drifted in and out of consciousness, only knowing we were still alive by the sound of the other's heartbeat.
You were sleeping when they found us. You were sleeping when they gave us warm clothes and food. You were sleeping when I recovered in a make-shift hospital full of frozen bodies and injured soldiers. You were sleeping when it was time to leave. You were sleeping when I told you it was time to go home.
You were sleeping when they told me you were dead.
You never woke up, Nii-san. It had always been hard to wake you up when it was snowing. You would curl around me and we'd kiss softly and I'd tell you how much I love you and you'd fall back asleep. You didn't like waking up in winter because it snowed. You hated the snow.
You'd be mad if you were here… there's snow all over your grave. There's snow on the pretty flowers I planted for you last spring. They're dead now. The snow killed them. The same snow that's on your grave right now. I'm sorry I couldn't bury you here; they wouldn't let me take you on the ship. They threw you overboard. I just wanted to let you be in America. Just once.
You're at the bottom of the ocean right now… still in Germany. I'm sorry. The best I could do for you was to give you a grave in this city called Boston. I'm sorry it's snowing. I know how much you hated it. It always made you worry about me…
I hate the snow.