A/N I was lying, Riza isn't dead. Is that what you want to hear? Because I'm not going to say it. She is dead, and if I took that out, the entire plot of the story would be ruined. I told you the sequel would be sad, I told you if you couldn't take tons of tragic stuff, tell me so and I won't do it, but you asked me to anyways. And this is what I get after hours of daydreaming up this story during geography class, after all of my efforts, after writing up all of this? Well, anyhow, here's the next chapter, I still hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA, deal with it.
The funeral took place in the military cemetery, where all soldiers were buried, except for the occasional special case. It was a cloudy day that day, all of the days around then had been cloudy seeing as it was still deep in the winter months. It was a hard thing to accept for everyone, but harder for some than for others. It's a difficult thing to lose a wife so early on.
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"Mustang, how's things?" Ed asked quietly one day. He sat down on one of the steps leading up to the central HQ next to Roy.
"…Couldn't be worse." Roy replied, changing the commonly used phrase to suit his misery better. He had the dull, drone in his voice of a broken man.
"Come on, don't be like that," Ed replied, trying desperately to think of something cheerful to say, "well, at least you aren't dead too." Wow. That was one of the worst, most ass hole things he could have said. But at least it was true.
"Like that makes me feel any better," Roy held his face in his hands and looked down at the step he was sitting on, "what point is a meaningless life?"
"Hey, your life has meaning," Ed went on, flashing as big a grin as he could manage without puking, "What about becoming President Fuhrer? You know, making all the girls in the military wear miniskirts?"
"I always wanted to see Hawkeye in a miniskirt," Roy frowned, "she told me she'd wear one to work in her uniform for our first anniversary." Ed sighed, that plan backfired horribly.
"Roy, just come inside, you still have work to do and it's too cold out for you to sit here," Ed finally said, trudging back up the steps. Roy hadn't once called him short since the day of Riza's death, just a few weeks ago. Seeing this, Havoc took it upon his shoulders to commence in the name calling, but Roy had simply told him to stop. He was seriously out of it, staring at the sky, sitting around all day doing nothing; Roy was in a bad way.
"It's your turn for cheer up squad tomorrow," Ed muttered loathingly to Hughes as he passed him by on the way to the office. Both of them, along with Havoc, took turns trying to help out Roy, and a schedule was developed by Hughes for this purpose. Ed griped about it lots, but he stuck to it and helped Roy up when it was his turn. It was more out of simple respect than anything he supposed, Roy really had been through a lot in his lifetime. But really, the whole incident reminded Ed a bit of himself.
"You got him until then though right? How is he?" Hughes asked.
"Depressed as ever, what do you think?" Ed replied solemnly. Two day shifts were not as long as they felt, but they had been discussing week long shifts earlier so Ed decided he got off easy. Even when it wasn't his turn, when he had time Hughes would always stop to talk to Roy, guess that's what friends are for.
Roy slowly stepped up, and walked back to the office.
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Ed stayed up later than usual that night doing work, the papers had almost doubled that day. Everyone else had left at some time or another, so he was alone as he scribbled down his name on the last piece of paper, sighing in relief at finishing his work at last.
Gathering his papers nonchalantly, Ed got up, and walked out the door. The hallways were empty for the most part too, how late had he been working? Ed handed in his work, then began walking back to his room. He was almost there, god he was tired. He closed his eyes, imagining his bed, so soft, so warm, so heavenly… until his eyes were jerked open, as he stumbled over someone's boot. Ed caught himself as he fell, swearing as he stood back up. "What the hell, who do you-Roy?" he stared in disbelief,
Roy was propped up against the wall, his legs slowly sliding out from under him. He looked up slightly at the sound of his name, muttering a simple "Wha?"
"Roy, what are you doing here?" Ed asked, pulling him away from the wall to come walk with him. Technically, it was still his turn he supposed.
"I don't really know, last thing I knew, I was calling a cab, and then I just kind of came here," He stated, his words were a bit slurred. His step also had a definite wobble to it, god he smelled like shit.
"Roy, you're drunk aren't you?" Ed asked trying to help him steady his step.
"You know, I think I am," he rambled, as Ed pulled him along the hall.
"Do you know what'll happen to you if the superiors saw you like this? Even not on duty? Roy, here, come in my room and I'll call Hughes ok?" Ed said, he couldn't let anyone see Roy like this. Steering him into his dorm room, Ed closed his door and locked it. Ushering Roy to sit down in a chair, Ed took down the phone, dialing Hughes's number.
"Hello? Is Hughes there?"
"Edward? Yes, do you need to talk to him?"
"Oh, Gracia, yeah, it's about Roy, please be quick."
"Alright, here he is …Hey Ed, what is it?"
"Maes, you need to get over here now, it's Roy."
"What's he done?"
"He's filthy drunk, that's what. I don't know what to do with him, he- oh god Roy, no, not on the floor! Go to the toilet, holy crap, it stinks! Maes, get over here now!" Ed pulled Roy by the shoulder over into his bathroom and lifted up the lid on the toilet seat for him to puke. "Why do I do this?" Ed asked himself sadly, patting Roy on the back as he retched.
Hughes came about ten minutes later, knocking on the door loudly. Ed left Roy in the bathroom to get the door, letting Maes in thankfully. "He's in the bathroom, looked pretty pale last I saw him," Ed said to him, "Puked his guts out, he's totally and utterly drunk in all meanings of the word." They opened the bathroom door, and walked in, to see that Roy had passed out on the floor.
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"Head hurts," Roy mumbled, he'd had his fair share of hangovers but god, he hadn't had one this bad in a while. His mouth felt hot and pasty, he couldn't remember anything. He was in a bed, but it wasn't his. Slowly, he lifted his protesting eyelids and looked around, he was in a dorm room, and it was dark, night probably. "Hello?" He mumbled, he couldn't focus.
"So, you're finally awake," came a voice, and a light switch flicked on. Hughes smiled back at Roy from a chair next to the bed. "How do you feel?"
"Like crap, god, what did I do last night?" Roy asked, massaging his temples and sitting up.
"You went out drinking, then Ed found you and brought you back to his dorm room, you've been out of it all day since," Hughes stated simply, "It's about 2:15 in the morning."
"Whose bed is this?"
"Ed's, but be quiet, he's still asleep I think."
"Where?" Roy asked, his vision focusing. Hughes pointed to a small bundled up person on the floor near the door. Ed was sleeping under his red coat.
"Roy, you can't do this to yourself, what if someone saw you stumbling around drunk?" Hughes asked, stepping on a slightly more serious note. Roy shrugged. "You're lucky Ed was there, I haven't seen you like this since Ishbal."
"Ishbal huh? I remember that," Roy replied, "I remember it well."
"Roy, just get some sleep now, we can do all of this in the morning all right? I don't know about you but I'm dead tired," Hughes yawned, turning off the light.
A/N Rather long chapter no? Anyhow, sorry about the first authors note, but I was kind of pissed off at the reaction I got for the last chapter from many people. But I have good news, I just got lots of peppermint ice cream, I love it. Also, lastly, Voldie, your persistence and devotion amaze me as always, please don't kill yourself ArisaWeasley, and the rest of you people, please don't kill me. If you kill me, how could I type more? So please, no more threats. I am the authoress, and my word is law in my fanfics. For example: Riza is now alive and wearing a tiny miniskirt as her uniform.
Riza: What the fuck? I was just dead, why the hell am I wearing this?
Roy: Yay! Sexy! I'm not depressed anymore!
Ayumu: Yes you are. Why? Because I say so. Look, as I once again work my magic!
Riza: -falls over dead, and miniskirt transforms into baggy, shapeless pants-
Roy: NOOO! –Cries-
Ayumu: Yes, dance my puppets, dance! Bwahahahaha! Any who, the point of this was to show that I'm sticking with the story I've written up. No magically alive Riza, no miniskirts, and no… uh… potato. Well, I have nothing else to say on the subject; please just don't be hating me. On a much happier note though, the Sea Hawks finally made it to the Superbowl! I've got money riding on this game so they'd better win… read and review, five reviews at least for next chapter.