A Boy By

The Name

Of...

A/N: Hello! This is my first story. I would have gotten this up sooner, but I've been writing poems lately! So, If you don't like: yaoi, mpreg, smex, or any stuff like that, you shouldn't be reading this!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST!!!! -breathes-

His eyes... a pool of love, honesty...gold

Strength is his power, thoughts are weak... makes him bold

Ideas may be rash, feelings uncertain... not sure what to do.

Yet, either way, he cares... no doubt about it

Friends, family, support... won't carry on without it...

Yet, three words horrify him... 'I love you'

Those three words, nothing else, frighten him,

But, I know, he wouldn't just throw feelings out on a whim!

Or would he? Not sure, his mind is up a latter.

Face flushed, heart racing, eyes clouded,

Senses fear, excitement, impatientness... thoughts crowded

But, I love him still, so it does not matter.

I touch him, he touches me... We're so alive!

Just words and touches make work worth the stride!

Maybe one night, my dream will come true...

Roy sighed. Finishing his paperwork early had resulted in him writing poem... and about his subordinate nonetheless. After running out of ideas he began to dose. That's when...

"SIR!" Hawkeye yelled as she came through the door, scaring the Colonel shit-less. He fell out of his chair.

"What!" Colonel yelled back, rubbing his backside from the incident. He then began to climb back in his chair

"I was coming to check and see if you have finished your paperwork..." She walked over to him and looked at the paper Roy was scribbling on.

"Um... a poem... sir?" Hawkeye said, puzzled.

"You wanted to see me?"

Roy & Riza looked up to see where the voice came from. Fullmetal walked into the room, hands in his pockets and with his eyes locked on the floor under him. His red jacket was buttoned up, obviously hiding his growing problem. 'Calm down, Ed. Its not like this is any different from before. I mean, he is still the same smirking, arrogant bastard, handsome, pretty, kissable-WAIT?!? WHAT?!? Okay, I HAVE lost it! But it's okay, it doesn't matter. Because he could never-'. He stopped thinking when he realized he walked straight into the Colonel's desk. Roy just coughed, becoming aware of HIS OWN growing problem.

"Oh, I'll let you talk, sir," Hawkeye saluted and left.

"You wanted something?"

"Fullmetal?" Roy felt his face becoming hot.

"Y-yes, Colonel?" Ed felt his heart speed up.

"I-I need to t-talk to y-y-you," Roy gulped as he began to stand and face towards the window...

A/N:- YEAH!!! I'm done! I previously wrote the poem half WAY earlier, but I was still writing. SO! Don't hate me! And if I get 5 reviews, I'll continue. After all, what's more fun then a new EdxRoy fic? -silence- EXACTLY! Hope you enjoy! Comments are excepted, and all flames will be discarded into my fireplace.

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