Traveling Soldier
Description: A fated night, a tragic loss, can anything go right for these two? RoyxEd
Warnings: If you don't like any of the following don't read.
Fluff
Sap
Cheese
Corn
OOCness
Disclaimer! I do not own: any of the characters in this story, Full Metal Alchemist, Traveling soldier, the Dixie Chicks, or anything else to do with this story!
A.N.: Well, here goes my first fanfiction. Just in case you're wondering, this is based off of the original song by the Dixie chicks.
Chapter 1
It was 8:00 in the evening. A tall man with black hair waited at a bus stop. He wore a blue military uniform, and had a black backpack slung over his shoulder. He had a tag on that said Roy Mustang inscribed on the front. Roy looked both ways down the street and, seeing that the bus was not there, he knelt down and he pulled the bag off of his back. He laid it on the ground and pulled a long black coat out of it. He draped it across his shoulders, and stood back up.
Looking down the street again, he saw nothing, so he looked around. A small diner caught his eye, and he decided to go ahead and sit down inside. Picking up his bag again, Roy headed over to the small shop and looked around. Seeing a small booth right next to a window, he sat down and rested a while. He found he could see the bus stop clearly, and rested his head on the glass window, staring at the empty bench. Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him and an awfully familiar voice call out,
"Are you ready to order sir?"
Hey, that sounds an aweful like⦠Roy turned his head, and a flicker of surprise crossed both of their faces.
"Oh Colonel! I didn't expect too see you here!" the other boy called. He was short, with long golden hair pulled back in a braid, sparkling matching eyes, and an apron wrapped around his waist.
"Hey Edward, same here. I didn't think this is what you would be doing after you quit the military. Have you been well?"
"Yeah. I still miss you guys soo much, and I know I can visit anytime I want, but I just like settling down here, and relaxing after the many years of tracking the philosopher's stone, and finally returning Al to his original body."
"So Fullmetal, I guess you'd like to have my order right about now? I guess I'll just have a cup of coffee," Roy said. He hoped Ed got the hint he wanted to say more.
"anything else?" Ed asked, picking up on that hint.
"Yes, actually there is something else." Roy replied in a somewhat sober voice, finally letting it show that he was sad. "Can you sit down with me and talk for a while ? I need to tell you something."
Sure Roy, My shift ends in an hour, so we can talk then.
"Thanks."
"No problem"
An hour later, Roy had had 2 cups of coffee and Ed came back to the table, jacket in hand.
"alright, let's go," he said, a smile playing on his lips.
Roy and Ed sat next to each other on the bench at the bus stop.
"Hey not that I know about your personal life, since you've been gone from the military for almost a year now, but I'm sure you have a girlfriend, but I don't really care. To tell you the truth, I don't have anyone to write to when I leave for the war. I guess all I'm trying to ask is if I could send letters to you?" Roy asked, a pleading look shining in his eyes.
"Sure Roy, that would actually be nice," Edward replied, leaning on Roy's shoulder in an affectionate gesture.
"So, I'm guessing you're still single?" Roy asked, eyes gazing at the full moon shining high in the sky. Ed turned his head to look at Roy's face, glowering oh so slightly, then he sighed and replied.
"Yeah, I thought I could give Winry a chance, but I found out she wasn't interested in me, so I started chasing after someone else." Roy looked intro his eyes.
"And who would that be?" Roy asked, knowing the answer already, but asking anyway.
"It's you, Roy."
Roy and Ed just sat and stared at each other until Roy broke the trance and softly pressed his lips against Ed's. Edward's eyes softened and closed. Roy responded to that gesture and pulled back. Hearing the dull roar of the bus approaching, Roy grabbed his pack, and stood up.
"I'll be leaving now, but I will be sure to write. I love you, Ed,"
"I love you to, Roy."
