If you have seen the film '500 days of Summer' this may make more sense although it does not matter as it does not follow any of the storyline in that film. This takes place post manga from the day Marcoh visited Roy in the tent and gave him the philosophers stone.

Yes I know I already have a story but this idea was too good to miss so I wrote it down, please enjoy :) The next chapter might not be up for a while as I am on holiday and was only lucky enough to get internet to do this :D

Disclaimer: I don't own FMA

Day 444
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The view from the hillside was not one to be missed. The lights of the city below broke through the rain like shimmering fireflies each dancing upon the haze to create bright swirls and lines. A man sat upon the hilltop, his hair pressed against his cheeks, his clothes heavy with precipitation, although he did not care.

He was the Flame Alchemist. Even the most torrential down pour could not have dampened his high spirits, even if the rain could dampen his body. A small shiny object was held tightly in his palm on which a glittering diamond sat, pride of place. As he ran his hands over it he could feel the engravement. A single word. Forever.

He smiled and let a smile grace his lips, although his eyes remained set on the city, knowing that somewhere down there she would be curled up in a comfy armchair with a book while a loyal dog dozed at her feet. It was the little things about this woman that had made his life with her in so complete, so happy, and so full of paperwork. He paused in his thoughts and chuckled. Not a fake chuckle but one he meant. It was one she could create.

It had been 16 years since he had turned up on the Hawkeye mansion doorstep, clutching only a small suitcase and a handful of dreams. The door had swung open to reveal a young girl who could have been no older than twelve. She had smiled and stepped aside to let him in without a word.

Three years he had stayed in that house, working throughout the day as well as night to achieve what he wanted, it had been her father that had said he would get him there but when Roy had left then later returned in 1905, now a dog of the military he had witnessed his master's death while his daughter clutched the doorframe helplessly.

The year was 1916 now and it had been just over a year since the last of the homunculi had been killed except for Pride, who had since lived his life without intervention in the house of the former Fuhrer. The Ishval restoration plan had been easier than he thought and the Ishbalans had been easily won over by what he had to offer and with the rest of his subordinates help the project had been passed on to someone who could easily maintain the situation.

Now he was back in Central, looking over the growing city of Amestris, clutching a ring to his chest. It had been exactly 444 days since he had regained his eyesight while sitting in the vacant hospital room with only himself a shining red stone. The choice had been simple and almost instant as he had realised what he had to do and realised the people he wanted beside him. Now 444 days on he was clutching a thin strand of gold, waiting for another huge change to his life to happen although the decision was easy, the words were not.

Roy Mustang had never been one to skirt around his feelings but this was proving the opposite altogether. He sighed and stood up, realising just had soaked his jeans were but not really caring. Pacing, he twirled the gold between his fingers, fearful he may drop and lose it within the soaked grass but confident the piece of metal would always come back to him, though probably more likely when on the woman he loved.

"Marry me," He coughed, shaking his head wildly. The rain around him seemed to leer around him, taunting him at how stupid he sounded. "Marry me?" He said deeply, flashing a lop-sided smirk at a nearby oak. He groaned and tilted his head back.

"Marry me," He sang, waving his arm in a large semi-circle in front of himself. "What am I a bloody choir boy?" He growled, running his fingertips over the vacant, clean space above his lip.

A tree branch rustled nearby and he was shocked he could hear such an idle sound through the rain. He rubbed his temples in circular motion for a few moments, racking his brains for ideas. He swore he heard someone growl from within the surrounding trees but assumed it was the rain playing tricks on him. There it was again. He raised an eyebrow and walked towards the dark vegetation. It was late at night why would anyone even be up here. The sound subsided again and he sighed.

"Damn rain," He muttered and resumed his pacing, tapping his forehead with the metal every so often. Questions began to flash through his head and he swore, they too, were trying to make the situation ten times worse than it needed to be. Where would he do it? He stopped pacing and growled loudly. He just wanted to turn his head upwards and yell.

Would he need music? He hit his forehead hard, trying to block out the ignorant thoughts. They didn't understand how he felt! He took a deep breath and brushed down the front of his dress shirt. He should just do it. Down on one knee, gazing longingly into her auburn eyes, begging her to say yes.

What if she said no? He screamed loudly, punching his fists towards the dark sky.

"Roy?" He turned, almost in slow motion at the soft voice. A woman stood on the border of the trees. Her head tilted as she took him in. Her hair was blowing wildly around her face making her wildly beautiful.

"Marry me?" He said quietly, turning the rest of his body to face her. She chuckled and let her lips break into a broad smile.

"Took you long enough," She whispered.

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-Amie