Okay so, here's my first ever attempt at a fma fic. It's short and au-ish and… yeah. Just to try and get myself started I guess haha
Roy Mustang walked down the long hall of the hospital, politely acknowledging the nurses he passed. Roy had become a frequent visitor of this wing, and patients smiled at the familiar face of the military man who never failed to say goodbye to each of them when he left. It was a lazy summer afternoon; everything was at peace, even here.
When he got to the end of the hall he stopped to look through a window on a door.
"Nothing's changed, sir." A doctor said gently from behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
Roy didn't look away from the room, but nodded in response.
"He still doesn't know…?" he asked sadly.
"No, sir. He still believes he's in Germany. Studying rocketry, whatever that is."
Roy sighed, watching the blond boy. He was sitting at a small desk, writing notes about things that didn't exist and reading books that where actually just blank journals. Just like he had been for 2 years. If Roy didn't know he was sick, he'd swear Ed was just researching alchemy, like he used to. Ed hadn't mentioned or attempted alchemy since he'd gotten sick, but it was nice to pretend.
"Do you want to talk to him?" the doctor asked. Roy nodded slowly. Ed didn't recognize anyone who went in to see him, he'd call them by different names and talk about things they'd never done, but he seemed to enjoy the company.
When Roy walked into the room Ed looked up and smiled.
"Hey Alfons, you get everything you needed?"