Each individual chapter will have a different rating, different pairings, different spoilers, and a different setting and timeline. Multiple people were involved in writing this fic, I do not claim to have written anything other than my own characters. I do however claim to have come up with the plot, story idea, and organizing it all. The others who write characters in this fic are well aware that I am posting it, and contribute willingly. This fic is an ongoing project with an unknown number of parts, with alternate storyline as of the fifth laboratory incident. Enjoy!


Letters
Rating: PG-13 (For mild use of language, mostly by Ed)
Pairings: Implied RoyxEd, HavocxEd, and RoyxHavoc.
Disclaimer: I don't own FMA.
Spoilers: If you don't know about Munich, it's spoilerific!
Setting: Munich, Germany/Central City/Ishbar.
Timeline:
Letters over the span of approximately two and a half years, mostly closer to the end of said time.
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Fifth letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

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Colonel Mustang:

This is disgusting. When it rains here, things turn into a goddamn mudpit. I think I even have mud in my teeth.

Just our luck that we had to be here during the rainy season, isn't it? Four weeks solid of rain, then eight weeks of things growing like crazy. Hot, muggy, wet, sloppy, ugh. Everything's been slowed up because of it. Transportation, Supply, Munitions, everything. You name it, and it's been bogged down at least five times. And guess who gets to dig them out?

We've been told that Central plans on moving us back to just behind the Armestris border. 'Course, none of us really expect that to happen. I think it's a physical impossibility for Central to actually follow up on something like that.

Anyway, tell Ed I said hi.

Best regards,
Lt. Jean Havoc

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In response to letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

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Second Lieutenant Havoc:

My sympathies regarding the rain, you already know my feelings on that particular type of weather.

I've had Hughes check into it again, and it's as you suspected. There are no official plans to move your company back onto Armestris territory, nor would it even be possible given our current situation.

The rest of the office says hi and we all hope you'll be home soon. Give my condolences to the Major for putting up with you this long.

Respectfully,

Col. Roy Mustang

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Letters home from Edward Elric, unsent:

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The Rockbells:

It sucks here you know. I can't even use alchemy and this stupid prosthetic is a bitch, you'd think that if this world were more technologically advanced than ours they'd be able to have better artificial limbs! How is it we ended up with the automail and they ended up with this shit?

I'd put up with Winry's beatings just to have something functional again! And don't you dare throw that wrench at me, that's a compliment!!

Take care of Alphonse okay? I'll be home soon, promise…

In loving memory,

Edward Elric

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Roy:

Stupid bastard, you let me die! You're supposed to know everything, why didn't you know that place was dangerous! Guess I couldn't keep my promise, huh? You know, the one where I said 'Roger that, I will not die before you, Colonel shit'?

Life is boring, they've got a lot of books though, and I'm learning a new language. You'd hate it here, it rains a lot.

When I get back, you so owe me a massage.

With love,

Ed

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Jean:

I hope you're taking good care of Roy for me, he'd be useless without somebody to cover his back. Maybe I'll take up French just so I can confuse the hell out of you and be sexy doing it. Hah.

There's a lot of people that have eyes like yours here, hair too, it's creepy. It gets me down though, I miss you…

I better get a good present for my birthday when I get back!

With love,

Ed

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The Hughes family:

How's Elysia doing? Bet it sucks you can't shove pictures in my face all the time, huh Lt. Col.? Don't bug Roy too much though, he's probably having a tough time…

I'd kill for one of Gracia's apple pies about now, man I'm hungry… Take care you guys, and tell Elysia happy birthday for me, how old is she now? That's right, she should be six by now…

Regards,

Edward Elric

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Telegram from Unknown to Ashton Fawkes:

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The investigations have been called off stop The raven hasn't noticed but the hawk is wary of me stop

No news on the mother and child, pretty low profile stop It's probably safe to show them the door any time when the purple eyes are elsewhere stop

Second phase is in place, ready to go at any time stop

Have the messenger boy for dinner, to pay him for his delivery stop

End viper report stop

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Seventh letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

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Colonel Mustang:

Right when things seem to be doing okay, disaster strikes. The Old Major died a week ago. Medic said it was of a bad heart, but it's the first we've heard of any heart condition. He looked fine the day before.

And then two of the new recruits were shot yesterday. Dead, both of them. An official inquiry's being held, but those two kids probably just stuck their noses into someplace they shouldn't have.

We're getting another battalion in tomorrow. You must have heard about it. They're mobilizing backup for the 'Bodyguard Platoon'. We've been having reports of strange activity around the immunity zone, little border skirmishes. No one's been hurt there, but... there's always a but, and I don't like this one.

Earlier today, me and some of the off-duty veterans played a game of craps out of sheer boredom. Aside from losing the dice three times (stupid sand), I won three month's payroll – including hazardous duty bonus! – off of Mars. Now he's sulking and really wants the money you owe him. Dare I even ask why you owe him money? No, never mind. I don't want to know.

Best regards,
Lt. Jean Havoc

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Response to letter from 2nd Lt. Havoc to Col. Mustang:

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Second Lieutenant Havoc:

I've had Hughes call off the investigations on account of still no results. You're on your own out there, Lieutenant, so take care of yourself and your team.

My sources say that the new battalion will be mobilizing in your stead, which means your company should be relieved soon. I only hope that it's going to be soon enough.

Come back to me alive, Lieutenant. That's an order.

Respectfully,

Col. Roy Mustang

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Telegram from Viper to Alleycat:

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They'll be letting the first bunch of dogs run back with their tails between their legs soon stop Let the light of the full moon be the signal to take both the old and the new to their graves stop

No problems here, plans running smoothly stop See you in a few weeks stop

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Unfinished letter found on the person of 2nd Lt. Jean Havoc, in addition to an official attack report:

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Colonel Mustang:

Just two more days until we actually start heading back to Central! Our scheduled tour of duty's finished, so the battalion that came to back us up is staying and we get to go home.

The alarm bell's ringing, I wonder why ––

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Official Report: Ishbar
At 23:30, the Armestris Embassy in Ishbar was attacked by an unknown group of soldiers. Second Platoon (D Company) went up against two suspected biological superweapons. Only three soldiers survived the initial attack, one of which died from his injuries at 01:00. Another soldier has been fatally wounded and is not expected to live out the night, doctors say. No names have been released as of this report.


Please review, constructive criticism and questions appreciated, flames will be deflected back at you by Roy. n.n;