To Sing an Enchanting Song

In Roy Mustang's opinion Gracia was a brave woman. She managed to live and control Maes Hughes. Which was a feat in itself. And Roy knew that all too well. After all, he had lived with Maes for almost a year. It was torture that could never be beat.

Not that Maes was a horrible person to live with. Because, he wasn't. He just had quirks. Like everyone else in the world.

Maes was a morning person. And he wasn't afraid to show it. He greeted every morning with a smile on his face, when his alarm clock went off.

Roy had a different view.

He wished he could take the alarm clock outside and shoot it. Repeatedly.

He never did, since it was Maes' alarm clock as well.

They shared a room. Roy had the left side and Maes the right.

The living arrangements worked when Maes wasn't driving Roy insane. Which he did constantly. Unfortunately.

Maes also whistled in the mornings.

It was utterly the worst tune to whistle to. Roy could never remember the song's name and yet it ran through his mind.

Roy shuddered at the memories of the whistling.

Gracia was a brave woman. And perhaps that was why she was married to him and not some blond floozy. Not that Maes ever pay attention to the blond floozies.

After all Maes claimed all blondes were all floozies. This statement held true until they met Hawkeye.

Maes had totally different opinion on blondes.

You could say he changed his tune.