Written for Wiccat in my request a drabble post in my journal. The same Wiccat who asked me to write Seme!Ed X Envy, and Armstrong X Hughes.
This is written assuming that Hughes is 30 in the show, and that said show takes place in 1915. Which would make him 10 in this fanfic.
Several people helped in gathering information for this fic. I can't list them all (mostly because I don't know their pennames), but I would like to thank all of them.
I don't own Fullmetal Alchemist.
It was summer in the year 1895 when Maes met him for the first and last time.
He had been preparing to go outside and have a picnic with his friend Roy. The two of them were going to be in the army someday. They promised each other that, but for now they could just sit back and have fun. Maes was bringing the food, and today he was bringing peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
He was walking towards park, when a round person wearing a tight, black suit ran up to the picnic basket and grabbed all the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches from it. Then, the person stuffed them all in his mouth at once.
"Yum! These are good!" he exclaimed after swallowing them.
Maes stared in wonder at the man and groped around in his basket for some more food. "I've got pudding, too, if you want some," he said, offering the chocolate pudding out to him.
The person stuffed it in his mouth, too.
"My name is Maes Hughes," Maes told him. "What's yours?"
"I'm Gluttony!" Gluttony exclaimed, smiling. "And I choose you!"
Maes blinked, and pointed at himself. "You chose me? For what?"
Gluttony didn't answer, and instead tackled the young boy. He hugged him tightly and planted a kiss on his lips. Maes gagged.
"Good-bye, Maes Hughes!" Gluttony exclaimed, taking off.
Hughes stared at his retreating form, before heading towards the park where he was to meet Roy.
"What do you mean that all of our food was stolen by a fat guy in tights named Gluttony?" Roy asked.
"Exactly what I said, Roy."
"Out of all the lies you've ever told me, that is the most unbelievable!"
"I've never lied to you, Roy. You're the one who lies," Hughes pointed out.
"Silence!" Roy bellowed, and snapped his fingers.
Hughes cowered, but opened one eye when nothing happened. Roy snapped his fingers again, and a small flame appeared at the end of his fingers, before going out.
Hughes snickered, and Roy glared.
–OWARI–
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