My first FMA fanfiction.
This is an idea I came up with last night while I was attempting to make my bed, and I remembered how much harder it is when you're on a military base and you have to have tight corners for everything.
Word count: 387
Disclaimer: I don't have anything to do with Fullmetal Alchemist other than being a fan. I wish I did own it, but I don't.
"Thirty minutes until inspection. And Cadet Mustang, no using alchemy to make your bed this time." The Colonel turned and left the room of half dressed, bleary eyed cadets.
"Damn." Roy grumbled under his breath. He always struggled to get the tight corners that were expected, and he found alchemy to be the only way around it. He moved his sheets around to make an attempt of tucking the sheets in, and he noticed the legs come down from the bunk above.
"You know, Mustang, it is pretty easy to make these beds. But easier with two pairs of hands." The other cadet took the sheet and pulled it tight, allowing Roy to get the corners right on one side, before tucking the side in on his own.
Roy gasped a little when he felt a slight spark when their hands met on the bed, fighting back a blush, he looked up into the warm eyes opposite. He smiled shyly, and looked back down at the bed. "Uh, thanks Maes."
"You know, this was how I fell in love with you?" Roy smiled at his long term partner as they pulled the bed sheets out.
"How do you mean?" Maes replied.
"It was at the academy. That day you helped me make my bed. Our hands touched, and I just knew." Roy explained, thinking of how one quick touch had flipped his world.
Maes grinned at the memory. Together they finished straightening the bed, and, glad for the day off, went downstairs to enjoy a day of domestic bliss.
Since Maes had passed, Roy had taken to sleeping in the guest room, or on the couch, or at the kitchen table, or wherever he passed out drunk. He couldn't face going back to sleeping in the bed that was theirs, it had especially been theirs right from the first day, when Roy had brought a new meaning to 'making the bed' by using alchemy to get all the pieces of wood to fit together.
He swallowed deeply as he pushed open the door. He reached the bed, and started pulling the sheets out. He shut his eyes as he remembered. He left the sheets on a pile in the middle of the bed, and left the room.
After all.
Making the bed was something easier with two.