Dear General Mustang,
"Damn. That sounds way too formal." Ed crumpled up the paper and through it in the fire.
Hey Roy!
"Arrg." Ed crumpled that one up too. The fire swallowed the paper in 5 seconds, quickly burning it to ashes.
Dear Roy,
So life's been rough lately. I've been thinking of you, actually. I miss you. So much that I can barely stand it.
"Oh god this sucks." Ed once more smashed the paper into a ball and fed the fire.
Dear Roy,
It's been three years, and yet I still can't find a way home. I've tried everything, from science to magic. Yes, magic. I bet you're smirking, aren't you? It's been hard, a life without alchemy. I mean, I've had five years to get used to it, but Al... He's actually happy. Found a girl that looks like a young Winry. They're dating now, and I can see them getting married one day. And my love life? Well, I met you.
"Damn. Why'd I write that? Screwed the whole thing up." He sighed and tossed the wad of paper into the flames. He grabbed another paper from the stack.
Dear Roy,
You settle down yet, bastard? I mean, if you don't, all the girls will be taken! At this rate, Havoc will have a wife sooner!
Ed laughed, and then frowned. Another wasted paper.
Dear Roy,
I actually think I miss you now. Yes, the great Edward Elric misses the smug Roy Mustang. Though I can't figure out why just yet. You've always been mean to me. You've called me short, blackmailed me, and treated me like a child. I might have been all those things, but damn, you didn't have to push me like that. And it was just me, too. Why just me? That's why I never said anything to you. You'd just laugh.
"Ahh! DAMMIT!" Ed threw his pen across the room and scrunched up the paper. He tossed it in the fire and watched it burn. It turned brown with burns, then curled inward from the heat. Ed sighed and went back to his desk. He only had five more papers left.
Dear Roy,
I've written so many letters to you. Guess where they are now! The fire. I've never been good with words, let alone letters. Yeah, I'm 21 and I can't write a good letter. Don't smirk like that, because I know you are! I know what to say. I know how to say it. I know you'd laugh. I know you'd gawk at me and feel sorry for me. You'd tell me it wasn't the first time a male said that he had feelings for you. You'd give me a sympathetic smile and tell me to go get a drink. I don't want any of that to happen.
Ed sighed. "Bastard's not even here and he makes me nervous." He rolled the paper into a ball and popped it into the fire.
Dear Roy,
Fuck you. You're a smug, egotistical bastard with a god complex. FUCK. YOU. You're a sick bastard. I hate you. I hate you for hating me. I hate you for making me not hate you. You're some one I hate to love. So fuck you, Mustang.
Ed hit his head on the desk. Writing that didn't get anything accomplished. So he packed it into a sphere and flipped it into the blaze. Three more tries.
Dear Roy,
I love you. There, I said it. It took me about 10 tries, but there you go. But now I don't love you. Wanna know why? You're not here. Well, a man that looks just like you is. But he's nice, slightly shy, a pushover, caring, and open to his emotions. And he believes in God, magic, democracy, that man will land on the moon, and reincarnation. Yeah, I ditched him once I found out about all that. Oh, he's 22. Yeah, and you're...I don't even know anymore. Oh, and did I forget to tell you that I'm gay?
"Damn this is hard." Another orb of paper fell into the flames.
Dear Roy,
I've used up almost all my paper writing these. I tried to keep a journal on how many days we've been here. We're in London. No wait. We're in a hotel. No. I honestly don't know. We might be in America for all I know. All I know is we're not in Amestris. I wish we were. I miss you. Yeah, I actually do. You see, I found out, three years ago when I came home, that I loved you. I was so happy when I saw your face. Even though you looked strange with that eye patch. What, trying to be just like Bradley? Damn Bastard Colonel.
"No, no, NO!" Ed stood up and pressed the paper into the ball for the fire. Once in, he watched it again. First brown, then absorbed by the flames. Ed looked at the one blank piece of paper on his desk. It was his last try; his last hope; his last chance. Ed took a breath, brushed the hairs out of his face, and reached for the pen.
Dear Roy,
It's been three years, and yet I still can't find a way home. I've tried everything, from science to magic. Yes, magic. I bet you're smirking, aren't you? Have you settled down yet, bastard? I mean, if you don't, all the girls will be taken! I actually think I miss you now. I've written so many letters to you. Guess where they are now! The fire.
You're a smug, egotistical bastard with a god complex. FUCK. YOU. You're a sick bastard. I hate you. I hate you for hating me. I hate you for making me not hate you. You're some one I hate to love. So fuck you, Mustang. I love you. There, I said it. It took me about 10 tries, but there you go. I found out, three years ago when I came home, that I loved you. I was so happy when I saw your face. Even though you looked strange with that eye patch.
I've never been good with words, let alone letters. Yeah, I'm 21 and I can't write a good letter. Don't smirk like that, because I know you are! I know what to say. I know how to say it. I know you'd laugh. I know you'd gawk at me and feel sorry for me. So life's been rough lately. I've been thinking of you, actually. I miss you. So much that I can barely stand it. It's been hard, a life without alchemy. I mean, I've had five years to get used to it, but Al... He's actually happy. Found a girl that looks like a young Winry. They're dating now, and I can see them getting married one day.
And my love life? Well, I met you. But now I don't love you. Wanna know why? You're not here. Well, a man that looks just like you is. But he's nice, slightly shy, a pushover, caring, and open to his emotions. And he believes in God, magic, democracy, that man will land on the moon, and reincarnation. Yeah, I ditched him once I found out about all that. Oh, he's 22. Yeah, and you're...I don't even know anymore.
I miss you, and I hope you haven't forgotten me just yet. I know how you old people get.
With love,
Edward Elric
Ed sighed as he slipped the letter into the envelope. His letter sucked. No, it was horrible. Or at least it was to him.
"I bet it won't even reach Amestris. I don't think it will. Dammit, I wasted all this paper." He shook his head and placed the envelope onto the dying fire. It slowly burned, and with it went all Ed's hopes of ever seeing Roy again. Ed wiped his eye with his flesh hand. "Bastard's not even here and he's making me cry."
MEANWHILE, BACK IN AMESTRIS WITH NOW FUHRER ROY MUSTANG...
Roy was crying. Yes, CRYING. Not sobbing, but tears were rolling down his face at a steady pace. His eyes were on a piece of paper he had just received.
Dear General Mustang, the first one had read. Nothing more. The one after had read, Hey Roy! There were tons. But the last one Roy received was the one that brought instant tears running down his face. The letters stopped coming then, after the one in the envelope. No more came from his fireplace. But maybe some would go into it, and get a reply.
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Wow. That was... well actually it was pretty darn good. I started out writing a drabble, and it turned into a new story. It's a ONESHOT though. Maybe a sequel of Roy responding... maybe. My goal for this story is 50 reviews. Yes, a lot, but I know it will happen. Thanks for reading!!!