This is one of those stories that seems to come out of nowhere and just demands to be written. I have a CD of old songs, and 'In the Summertime,' by Mungo Jerry(I know, what a name), seemed to fit Roy quite well. I hope you enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: Ich besitze nicht FMA.

Roy was sitting on his apartment's balcony, leafing through a seemingly endless pile of records from his childhood that his mother had sent him. In the accompying letter, she had claimed that they "were his favorites" and that he "would definitely remember them." He sighed loudly- instead of planning a nice evening for Riza, he was listening to records so the next time his mother called she wouldn't yell at him. But after about two hours after randomly listening to them, not one had sounded familiar. He grabbed a random one, titled, "In the Summertime," vowing that it would be the last one.

Laying the record on the turntable, he balanced the needle on the edge and closed his eyes, willing some memory to come up. The song started coming out of the speakers.

In the summertime when the weather's high,

'Can weather be high? Could they mean temperature?'

you can stretch right up and touch the sky,

Roy glanced around before reaching up to the sky, feeling quite foolish. 'I might be a couple thousand feet away, but sure. I can reach up, feel like I'm touching the sky.'

when the weather's fine,
you got women, you got women on your mind.

'Yes, I have women on my mind, hopelessly on my mind. Well, more like one very specific woman.'

Have a drink, have a drive,

'That's sensible advice.'

go out and see what you can find.

'But I found her already, I just don't know how to convince her.'

If her daddy's rich, take her out for a meal.
If her daddy's poor, just do as you feel.

'Of course, there's no option for if her dad is dead. But food is always good.'


Speed along the lane,
Do a ton, or a ton and twenty-five.
When the sun goes down, you can make it,
make it good in a lay-by.

We're not grey people, we're not dirty, we're not mean.

'Well, we're not usually mean.'


We love everybody, but we do as we think.
When the weather's fine
we go fishing or go swimming in the sea.
We're always happy,
life's for living, yeah, that's our philosophy.

'That is my philosophy!'

Sing along with us, dee-dee-dee-dee-dee.
Da-da-da-da-da...Yeah, we're happy happy,
da-da-da-da-dah.

When the winter's here, then it's party time.
Bring a bottle, wear your bright clothes.
It'll soon be summertime, and we'll sing again,
we'll go drivin' or maybe we'll settle down.
If she's rich, if she's nice,
bring you're friends and we'll all go into town.

Suddenly, Roy's eyes opened wide. He jumped up on his chair, spread his arms out wide, and yelled to the world. "I KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH RIZA TONIGHT!" Just as suddenly, his mind seemed to return. Turning to the record, he said, "Well, you helped a lot. Now I actually have something good to tell my mom about all these. I wonder if another one has the secret of making Maes shut up about Elecia."

With that, he turned back to the pile and began to search for one.