A/N: -hops into new story- Hey, errrbody...I wanted to make a Christmas ficcy:D So here you go. XDD I'm excited - the FMA Dual Symphony game for DS is coming out on the 15th, and I totally have to buy it...It sounds so awesome from the flier I got with my CoS movie!! xD; Also, the new manga chapter shall be coming out around the same time! (66 yes?...Or 67? I lose count. n-n;;)

Yeah, so here's my Christmas gift to all FMA and Royai fans:D Last year for Christmas I wrote a Yuki/Tohru fic...Which is still on my profile, fyi. xDD This is multi-chapter. :O OH BEHOLD ITS BEAUTIFUL SPLENDOR.

And, so you know, I'm really rather picky about when I'll update, depending on the amount of reviews I've received. Please, if you can read this fic, you can REVIEW IT AS WELL! How will I improve the story or my writing skills, if you guys don't give me any feedback? D: -emotear-

BTW, if you don't review, I've begun learning Taekwondo...So i can kick your arse. :D! -happy face-

Now. For those who have supported me in the past, and still to date, this one's for yew! (Yes. Yew. XD)

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Memoria (Yes, the title was inspired by 'Come As You Are' by Nirvana. Sue me. XDDD It's a cool word!)

Chapter 1

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It hadn't seemed like a fateful day when Roy woke up that morning, the sun in his eyes with a blinding intensity, and the sheets tossed messily around his sleepy form. But it was after he rose from his sanctuary-like bed, after he showered and tugged on his uniform, smoothing it to give him a prim impression, when he arrived at the office, that things...Well, things changed.

Still under the influence of a tired stupor, he strode into his personal office, (Wasn't he just nice and special? Having his own dandy little office...), and glanced at the substantially sized stack of paperwork awaiting his attention. Roy groaned, and leaned back in his chair...It wasn't the most comfy sort of chair, but it would suffice, if he fell asl---

"Sir." Hawkeye's voice was as jutting as a freshly-sharpened knife, jolting Mustang out of his train of sleep-oriented thought. He lazily lifted his gaze, surprised that no matter what, she always managed to keep a stoic expression. It was an amazing thing to behold, really...

"Mrr...Yes, Lieutenant Hawkeye?" he inquired softly, starting to nod off a bit. Hawkeye extended her arm to present a plain, white envelope to her superior.

"A letter for you, sir. One that I don't suppose has anything to do with work...In fact, it seems rather personal," she explained coolly, a hint of worry and curiousity displayed deep within her gaze. Roy merely looked at the envelope, sighing and grasping his letter-opener, using it to slice across the top of the envelope. Carefully, he slid out a neatly-folded piece of paper, without reguarding the return address scrawled in the top corner of the envelope. Unfolding the note, Roy's eyes scanned back and forth across the lines of handwriting, his complexion paling.

"...Sir?" Hawkeye uttered worriedly, brow knit.

"Well," Roy released, setting the paper down with a distant aspect to his eyes. "...It seems they really do remember me."

"Who, may I ask, would 'they' be, sir?"

"Why, Riza..." Roy glanced up at her. "Didn't you see the return address?..."

She was silent. "So I was correct, then."

"Well, it should have been unmistakable..." He frowned. "They haven't contacted me since I was promoted to this rank..." Sighing, he continued, "I had figured they had lost faith in me rising above in rank..."

"Don't say such things, sir. You're the one who hasn't gone out of your way to try and preserve contact."

Roy's lips curled upwards, eyes locked onto hers. "They've invited me to a...Christmas shindig of sorts."

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Needless to say, it caught him a bit off guard to receive such an invitation...Roy mused over the letter as Hawkeye drove him home that night, both of them worn down by the day's merciless grind. Due to his piercing silence, Hawkeye glanced up into the rearview mirror, worry weighing down her heart.

"Are you going to go?"

"I suppose I should. Afterall, they are family, right?"

"Well, yes...That and you haven't seen them in so long..."

"There's probably a good reason for that...If only I could name it."

"Roy..." He was caught off guard once more that day, by her casual use of his first name. "You'll have to face them some day. Wouldn't they be proud of your achievements?"

"Why would they?" Roy muttered. "They probably understand how many lives I had to take to gain a rank this high..."

"But you're doing something to, in a way, avenge those lives." Her eyes were hard with determination, and she pulled over in front of his apartment complex. "Good night, sir."

He smiled, and opened the car door, stepping out. "Sleep well, Lieutenant."

"I'll try to, sir, if you obey that as well."

With a lazy salute, he turned and walked off, and Hawkeye sat in the dark confinement of her car for a moment, before driving off.

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Roy woke with a start the next morning, struck by the freezing realization that he had left his bedroom windows open. Groaning, he rose to shut them, and found himself face to face with an outdoor winter wonderland. Great. How he DESPISED snow, or any sort of falling precipitation! Mood soured, he started his daily routine, yet a surprise awaited him downstairs.

The answering machine message light was blinking, and out of curiousity, he pressed the play button, as he buttered a slice of toast and hungrily stole a bite.

'Hello there, son! Just making sure ya got our letter. In case ya didn't, we were simply wondering if ya'd come down here this Christmas...It'd be nice to see ya again...How have things been goin'? Yer Ma's just getting over a minor cold...And yer sisters are home for the season...They've even gone and brought their families! Ya haven't met the grandkids yet, huh? So, will ya give us a call back and tell us if you'll be comin'? It'd be great if ya could...Bye.'

Ah, the ever-recognizable sound of his father's voice. Roy stiffened at the vocalizations, and turned to face the machine, as if it were conscious and able to gaze back at him. "..." He sighed, stuffing the remainder of his toast into his mouth, chewing hastily, and then grabbed his phone, dialing the inevitable number.

"Yeah, Dad? Hi. I'm just calling to let you know that...I'll be able to make it this year."

END CHAPTER ONE.