Disclaimer- i do not own fma, i am just injecting my usual angst into an already angst-rich environment.
SPOILERS FOR EP 25 CONTAINED IN THIS DRABBLE
Drabble the Sixteenth, special New Years Edition of the drabbles. as always, reviews are adored while flames are used to cook s'mores.
It was a silly idea, some sort of ritual the inane masses carried out each year for reasons no one really remembered. A new year was no different from the old. The only things that changed were the same things that managed to shift during the year; who lead, who followed, who was at war with who, and what paperwork needed to be filed.
And the people who were at your side.
That was always changing, and never in any sort of dependably predictable manner. New years had never meant anything to him before, nothing beyond watching Maes get ridiculously drunk and urging more and more brandy onto his friend, that manic smile on his face.
As that was currently impossible, he was at a sort of loss as to what to do on the eve of the New Year. Most people were off with their loved ones, or crowding into bars. He didn't want to be around the jubilant masses. It didn't seem appropriate somehow without his usual partner in crime. So he sat, brooding quietly and pursuing the ages old tradition of looking for that elusive answer rumored to linger in the bottom of bottles of strong liquor. Undisturbed until a hand settled onto his shoulder.
Roy turned, waited a moment for his eyes to catch up with the motion, and blinked in incomprehension. Why was Riza Hawkeye crouching beside him? There was no reason to think anyone would come looking for him on the roof, and no reason at all for a woman like Riza to be, well, here and not out there, with friends and family. He was sure she had people to celebrate being with and having a future beside.
Damn it…he missed Maes. He fucking missed Maes…
A sob sneaked past his better intentions and he was drunkenly embarrassed. It was the alcohol. Everyone knew Roy Mustang did not cry.
Strong, though most definitely feminine arms wrapped around him gently, almost cautiously, and a kiss was placed on the top of his head. "Happy New Year." Riza whispered.
It was a New Year, but there were still old friends to lift him up.