Disclaimer: if I owned fma, there would be yaoi. Lots and lots of yaoi.
Title: Amabamur
Rating:PG
Pairings: implied maes/roy, implied jean/roy, maes/gracia
A/N: I am a latin student. The title is latin.
The sun shone in Roy's eyes as he drove to the graveyard. He drove slowly, his hands clutching the steering wheel. He had promised that he would visit more often the last time he had come to see Maes. He hadn't kept his promise.
Roy flashed his pocket watch at the guard and wandered amongst the marble effigies until he found one marked Brigadier General Maes Hughes.
He knelt on the manicured lawn, overly aware of the soil on his pristine uniform pants, and the feel of the grass beneath his bare hands.
"So, um… I'm back," it was always awkward visiting the man. Talking eased that pain, but engendered others.
"I'm really sorry it's been so long. Elycia's gotten huge, here, I've got pictures," he fished through the pockets of his coat and pulled out ancient picture with battered edges.
"Oops, wrong one. Here, she's six now you know," of course Maes knew, he never shut up about the girl.
"And Gracia. She goes on dates now, but…"he drew a shuddering breath and looked miserably down at his hands, feeling exceptionally guilty.
"They miss you," he finally whispered. Roy hated visiting Gracia. She always asked awkward questions like "what was Maes like during the war?" and "where did you devils go on those Friday nights?"
"You know she lectures me just like you used to. Always 'Roy, you really shouldn't drink so much,' and 'don't you think it's time you settle down and get yourself a wife?'" he stopped again.
"Jean's moving in this week end," he looked uncomfortably away from the accusing stone.
"So I came to say good bye… not as a friend, of course," he hastily clarified. "Just as a…" he trailed off.
"So I promise I'll be back soon." He placed the pictures at the base of the stone and pulled on his gloves.
SNAP!
One slip of paper burst into flames.
Roy swam back through the sea of marble, across the immaculate lawn and through the iron gates. The guard watched the colonel's retreating back.
The resplendent blue sky burst and it began to rain.
Hard.
A/N: oh god, I really should find a better way to deal with my problems then torturing roy. Oh, and please review. Snaps for any one who can give me the voice, person, tense, number and definition of the title. For a translation of the title, just review, and I'll send it to you!