Title: Just Another Day
Pairing: Roy x Alfons, with past Ed x Alfons, and a current unspecified Ed pairing.
Genre: Sap? Angst? I think?
Rating: G, though there is implied sex.
Dedication: For MJules, who requested Roy x Alfons with the prompt 'soup'.
Have you ever thought there would be a day…when things were just normal?
"Alfons?"
…Normal. Yes. That's what I had always hoped for. Something sweet, like soup on a cold day, or being able to look out a window and see the sun, and not worry about what would happen in the coming morning…if I would even be alive or not.
I looked up, blinking at the dark-haired man in front of me, almost blushing at his close presence.
"Off daydreaming again, I see."
Now I really was blushing. Soft and pretty, probably…like a girl. Even when I was a kid, I was told that I was 'feminine', and 'cute'. I was the sort of man that women didn't want to marry, because I just wasn't masculine, not like the other men I knew…not like the other men who would make them feel like a woman.
But in this faraway place, this different world, so far away from society…I couldn't really bring myself to care about what could have happened and what did happen back then.
Have you ever thought there would be a day…where you could just live?
"S-sorry."
"You have nothing to apologize for, Alfons."
"I'm sor—er, you're right."
I picked at my soup, not looking up at him. Even now, after all this time, it was still hard to look into that eye of his. It wasn't pity, or the inability to see someone in that state—living in Munich as long as I have, seeing peoples faces partially burned, arms missing…I've never been a stranger to suffering.
But just seeing him like that, looking so melancholy out through the window, like he had nothing to live for…
That stung. Like what we shared at night meant nothing. Like nothing we even had meant anything…
…It was like seeing Edward again, and reliving the heartbreak all over again.
Have you ever thought there would be a day…where you could let all your past pains go? Let them flutter away into the wind?
"He's happy, Alfons."
I blinked. "What?"
"Fullmetal. He's happy. You don't have to keep worrying about him."
…And again, everything went back to Edward. Running back and forth, an endless stream of equations, going back to the same root, as if that was the only thing that could solve the formula in front of us. As if that was the only thing that was holding us together—that was holding everything together. That hidden number…that wild card variable…The father and the lover, still wondering where they stood after both were tossed aside, in favor of a lover that nobody saw coming.
Even now, after a year, it still stung.
I just smiled, looking down towards the soup in front of me. "…Yeah. I'm sure that he's fine."
"But do we really have to discuss Fullmetal all the time? I'd rather hear more about you."
Have you ever thought there would be a day…
Wait…what?
There was that blush again, surely dotting my cheeks as I fiddled with the spoon on the table, stirring my soup offhandedly.
"I'm not all that interesting…" And I wasn't, really.
A chuckle. "Why don't I be the judge of that, Alfons?"
"Well…you already know me…"
"I know your body. I don't know you."
"O-oh…well…" I sighed, and took a deep breath, leaning back against my seat. "I was…"
"Could you look at me when you speak, Alfons?"
"Sorry…"
…I wasn't expecting to look up and be greeted with that soft smile.
…where you could just be loved?
