A/N: I was listening to Far Away by Nickelback, when suddenly -BAM- instant inspiration. Yes, I have a thing for writing one-shots. Don't worry, the multi-chaps will be up soon enough. Having blabbed on for too long, I'm done here. :D Enjoy! A/N end

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Envy gazed out the window, hoping for a flash of gold, or the flutter of a red cloak. Days after days, weeks after weeks, months after months, he had waited by the window, ready to fuss over his husband if--when he came back.

Because he will come back. All Envy needed to do was wait.

But it hurts, to be apart for so long. He needs Edward, he wouldn't be able to survive without him. Which is why Edward will come back. He'll come back, maybe give Envy a half-smile, and fall into his arms, tired from the war... And Envy will tend to his bruises, see to his cuts, make stew for him, love him...

Night was coming, and it was getting cold. Very soon it'll be Christmas, the first Christmas they will be spending apart... If the war doesn't stop. Envy stood up to throw more wood into the fireplace. Edward had been rather reluctant to buy it, since the fireplace was expensive, burned wood, hard to maintain, but Envy had wanted it, saying that it was so much more home-y than some electrical heater. And now, he stared at the stars, losing himself in space... And suddenly his heart lurched. He gasped, chocking, and quickly flung open the window, inviting the cold air into his lungs, freezing his tears. He knew, he knew what happened, miles away, but it couldn't possibly be true, he'll be all alone...

Stumbling, he made his way to the bedroom, saw the bed which he and Edward spent their first night together, and broke down crying, letting the tears wash away his sorrow.

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Envy was sitting by the window again, a cup of hot cocoa clasped tightly in his cold hands. He sat there, hoping against hope for the flash of gold, and wondered if he would ever see the blonde again. He was shaken out of his reverie by men in blue uniform on his steps. He never moved so fast in his life.

The sight he saw would be burned into his brain forever, three military men, holding a box in between them, their caps clasped to their hearts. Envy lost it then and there, wailing, clutching the box to held Edward's automail arm, burned, scratched, cut and falling into pieces. The military men bowed respectfully and walked away, one of them wiping away a tear, thinking of his own wife and children at home.

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Envy never sat at the window again. He devoted his time and energy taking care of the house, tidying Edward's projects and research papers, which were strewn all over his study. Envy stopped for a moment, imagining his lover sitting on the old, worn oak chair, golden eyes flashing in concentration, while Envy smiled fondly at the doorway. So long ago... The war started three months after their wedding... And Edward had left, just like that, smiling and promising he'll be back. They didn't even have time for their honeymoon, Colonel Mustang--now Fuhrer, had immediately dispatched Edward to fight in the North, leaving Envy alone.

A piece of paper fluttered to the ground right next to Envy's feet, and he picked it up.

"Dear Diary,

I don't know how long the war will last. I'm not even sure if I will survive it. Mustang had said that the Xing empire has doubled their army just for this war. I have half a mind now to beat Ling up. But what I'm worried about most is Envy. What will happen to him if I don't come back? I wish that won't happen, but things just do. I wonder if he'll stay here, forever, mourning me. I don't want that. He still needs to live his own life, find another love maybe... It's all my fault. I don't want to hurt him-"

The rest was torn away, but Envy knew enough now. Edward had known it was dangerous, known he might not come back, known that he might leave Envy alone. His eyes welled up with fresh tears again, and Envy collapsed on bed, exhausted.

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Christmas Eve found Envy staring into the fire, mesmerized by the flickering flames, remembering the time when he and Edward had sat like this, side by side, enjoying each other's warmth. And now he wondered if he could ever do that, with another person other than Edward. No, he couldn't. He was sure of that. His heart was already full, there will be only place for a short fiery blonde.

In fact, he was so entranced he didn't hear the door click open, creak on his hinges and swing slowly, he didn't hear the soft scruffing of boots on floor, didn't notice the small sighed that escaped chapped lips. And when he turned around, he saw an angel... his angel... beaten and bruised up, clumsily bandaged and missing an arm, smiling at him.

And suddenly he wasn't alone anymore, he was again with the person he love, his other half... And Edward was caught up in his embrace, in his desperation to mould them again into one. "Envy..." How long has it been, to hear his name out of his lover's mouth, to breath in his refreshing scent under the layers of dirt and sweat, to taste his passion-filled tongue, waiting so long for him.

"Envy..."

"Edward... I've missed you so much..."

"I know, I'm sorry."

"I'm never letting you go again, Edward. Never."

"I love you too."

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Do you like? Yes, I know, angsty. Review, please! I wanted to add so much more, the torn letter, Ed's sudden appearance, Ed's POV, something about Ling... I HAD SO MUCH MORE IDEAS!!!

But yeah, I thought it'd be best to stop there, because if I drew it out too long (not that it's very long, actually. It's only 2 pages... T.T) it'd be weird. Though I might add a chapter 2. So review, people, and tell me if you want the chapter 2.