Summary: Warning: This is a Royai story Riza had an anonymous pen pal when she was younger. Yes, I'm serious. The two of them were hooked on paper until she reached eighteen and they never knew each others names. And the question she keeps asking herself is: Is he worth waiting for? Please R &R!

Yeah, yeah, here I am with another Royai story. I made this up overnight (I mean that literally, I nearly couldn't sleep). I'm also guessing they should be around the same age, can't say for sure, though.

Disclaimer: I don't own the movie Perfect Strangers, the book Perfect Strangers and FMA. If I did own it, then they'd be using e-mail.

Prologue

Roy Mustang: Age 13

A dark haired teenager staggered into the room, still half asleep. He dropped down to the chair and yawned. "Ohayo," he sleepily said. Unfortunately for him, he was ignored. His father was busy looking through the mail and his mother was in the kitchen and didn't hear what he said.

He saw his father shifting through the mail. His father also had black hair, but he had blue eyes instead of the dark ones he had. But the stack in his hands didn't include one envelope, which was placed on the table, in arms reach. Out of curiosity of what left that letter out from all the rest, he reached for it and opened it. It wasn't even opened, which means his father didn't even look at it. The envelope just had the address it was supposed to be sent to and the return address. But as he recalled, the people the letter was supposed to be sent to, his neighbors, moved out a few days ago. He pulled out the letter. It was a thank you letter for a birthday gift. And it was written by a person who only wrote his (her) initials. R.H, and judging from the gift sent; it was a girl who wrote this.

His gaze went back to his father. He didn't say anything so he brought the letter to his room. He at least has to tell the girl who sent this that the person who she was supposed to send this to, moved out and that it ended up in his house instead.

He sat down on the chair in front of his desk and grabbed a letter paper from the side and started writing.

Riza Hawkeye: Age 13

Riza stared at the letter that came in the mail that morning. "This is the worst handwriting I've ever seen," she commented. To her, it was messy. But she could thankfully still read it. "They moved out…?"

Riza sat on the edge of her bed, swinging her legs as she looked through the letter again. She had to tell her parents. She stood up and walked to the living room. Her mom was sitting down on the chair and staring outside. Her father was no where in sight which was obvious if he went to work for the evening. "Mom," she said.

Her mom away from the window and looked at her daughter. "Mom, Auntie never got the letter. I think they moved out."

"What made you say that?" She took the envelope from Riza's hands and looked at it. It was the letter Riza sent. And behind it was the note Riza got. "Well, I think you should write back and say thank you, don't you think?"

Her mother always insisted on sending thank you notes. Riza, after years of doing it, was kind of sick of writing thank you notes. But she had to do it, or her mom will go ahead with that thing of 'you can't receive any gifts if you can't even say thank you.'

So she fell down on her desk, took her papers and started writing.

I know, I know, my prologue's kind of dull, but I'm only starting. Please review, the speed of update depends on the number of reviews. Thanks for reading!