Okay, I'm back, finally. This fic will be on Hughes. sobs I hate episode 25, I loved Hughes, but I wasn't the creator, so eh.
Thank you:
Outsane-My forte is romance writing, so glad you enjoyed it.
Summary- At the end of the year Maes Hughes looks over old pictures.
Chapter 9:
Auld Lang Syne
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind?" Hughes baritone voice filled the house as he takes out photographs he took over the year. The room was dark with only two small candles providing light. December 31 was the date. This year has been somewhat interesting. With the birth of Elysia, getting to know the Elric Brothers, and annoying the office to no extent with her photos. What more can he say, she was so adorable.
"Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?" He continued to sing as he came across a picture of Alphonse. He chuckled softly to himself, if a suit of armor can show emotions, Al had mastered it. He came across another picture of Edward, from when he fought Roy. Both have learned a lesson about each other.
"For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne." He looked at another photo of Edward while he was visiting Tucker. He was a truly sick man, anyone who even has the thought of making their wife, child and dog into a chimera. He felt his fist balling up as he found another one of Ed looking at Nina's charred remains. Not even a scene he ever want to remember.
We'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
Gracia soon walked into the room and looked over his shoulders "Doing the yearly ritual?" She asked him as she looked at the photos. "Best way to bring in a good year." He said looked up at her getting a clear view of his eyes.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot and days of auld lang syne?
She yawned softly "This has been a long day, goodnight." She kissed him on the cheek before leaving out of the room. "Goodnight Gracia." He said before she left out.
And here's a hand, my trusty friend. And gie's a hand o' thine. A small smile formed on his lips, he found a picture that Roy was standing still through. Although his camera was destroyed after he asked him was he pining after Hawkeye. He never did get an answer. He soon shrugged it off afterwards taking his glasses off. His green eyes staring at the ceiling in thought. Just how did he and Roy remain friends for so long? Maybe that wasn't the important part to a man he promised to help to the top.
We'll tak' a cup o' kindness yet.
For auld lang syne
In the background a bell tolls an exact twelve times as Hughes take a small sip of coffee and sat back chuckling softly.
