Short story. Drabble kind of thingy.

-sarcasm- Hm, I wonder, do I own FMA? –sarcasm-

-Xiaoqi

Merry Christmas

Christmas was for idiots. There was no point in stringing light bulbs all over your house, or getting pine needles splayed over the floor boards. There was no point in the decorations. Needless to say, they might be pretty, but you would just have to take as much time to take them all down about a week later, after the holiday.

Well, that was what Edward Elric, the famous Fullmetal Alchemist thought of Christmas. A waste of time, and completely pointless.

There were was mistletoe, gift giving, decorations, and some sad excuse for singing. The mistletoe, on the other hand, was an excuse to get an early cold. Who knew what the people were carrying around these days? You didn't go around kissing utterly random strangers just because there was this minute bundle of flowery plant life dangling over you and some other person's head.

Yes, the Elric brothers did not celebrate Christmas. Nor did they believe in god, or any other religion for that matter, so most of the other holidays around this time of year were out of the question for them. Then, Alphonse was just nagging his Niisan to at least try to be nice at this time, maybe, possibly, when he went to Central HQ again, offer some people 'Merry Christmas', 'Happy New Year', or anything else like that? Some people.

That meant wishing joy to that bastard Colonel, Roy Mustang.

Edward Elric did not like that idea, no, not at all. Not. One. Little. Bit. Why did he, of all people have to do that? He and Roy were already in a pretty well developed relationship, but still… the older Elric could just not bring himself to say overly nice things, romantic things, things that normal people in normal relationships would say. One of these examples, the one that he had been struggling to get out since he and Mustang started the relationship was the oh-so popular three-worded phrase that always stayed stuck in one's heart; 'I love you.' And after a few months of being together, he still hadn't said it. Ed had tried, of course, but every time he did throw out this attempt, his reward was not a kiss, hug, or sweet words from the Colonel, but in return, he would always get a sarcastic reaction from the older man, occasionally a raised eyebrow to top it off. The words just would not come from his mouth.

That was currently not the matter at hand, though. Edward hated Christmas. It made it worse that he had to go off wishing everyone else "Merry Christmas" even though he was thoroughly miserable about it himself. He was not a happy person. Oh the joy...

Sighing, the young blond tossed his golden plait behind his back. Snow was quickly blanketing the streets thickly, and it looked like it wasn't going to show any mercy, or at least any sign of stopping soon.

The lamps on the streets did nothing to help. In fact, they just reminded him of Mustang.

God, he just seriously needed to go speak to his lover.

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There were no signs that the Flame Alchemist Roy Mustang neither remembered nor cared about the holiday, as there was nothing to show that he did in his office as Edward stepped in. The Colonel smiled as he watched the teen take a seat.

"And to what pleasure do I owe this visit?" He chuckled, slightly amused as he examined his pen, still keeping that bored look in his eyes that he had always possessed.

Roy waited for an answer.

Forty-five seconds…no answer.

Slightly irritated now, Roy ran a hand through his hair before lifting up his head to look at Ed. "Listen Edward, unlike you, I do not have all da—" The Lieutenant Colonel stopped in mid-sentence.

The door was slightly open, with just enough space for a certain blond teenager to slip through. Roy sighed. He now only knew Edward too well to be worried. Well, overly worried. The blond usually slipped out of Roy's sight when he was mad or awkward, and Mustang knew that. This had happened many times before already. It was the kind of thing that you just couldn't avoid if you were Roy Mustang, with Edward Elric. Sighing and doing some pondering, Colonel Mustang decided that he would not go after the minute teenager this time. He did nothing wrong. Did he? He didn't let his tongue slip, nor say short, or do anything that would've made Edward angry. Silently, he ticked off the fingers in his mind. That left the only plausible conclusion, Ed was feeling awkward.

Possibly, no obviously, Roy knew about what Edward was thinking. They had been together long enough to be able to read each other's feelings. The older Elric just had something to say… but like always, he couldn't say it. Not even blurt it out.

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Edward was making his way quickly down the hall once again, arguing with the loud obnoxious voice that always seemed to appear at the wrong time in his head.

'Oh fuck, you just couldn't say it again, could you? You are so thick-skulled.'

'You try it, it's not easy.'

'Some prodigy you are. In case you haven't noticed, moron, you and I are one and the same.'

'…'

The mental arguing went on for sometime before Ed realized his feet had brought him to the entrance doors of Central HQ. He pushed open the doors letting the frosty winter air hit his face and the snowflakes flutter into his blond tresses, and sit in his eyelashes.

It felt nice, and it reminded him of Roy's touch. Soft, subtle… but not cold.

Damn, almost everything reminded him of Mustang.

"I just need some air." He muttered to no one in particular, as he half collapsed, with his back to the now shut doors. Edward hung his head slightly, pissed at himself that he couldn't do something so simple. He was a prodigy after all. Wasn't he, as one supposed to be able to commit himself to something as simple as this? A couple of words in a phrase? It was quite ludicrous to think about, actually. The blond muttered some more in an undertone, sounding more and more irritated with each new phrase. He uttered a small sigh and shivered before heading back inside for after what seemed like about ten minutes.

xxxxx

The sound of footfalls in the hall made Roy peek his head out from his office rather like a curious kitten. By the sounds of the loud steps though, it was probably Edward.

And he was right. It was whom he had expected.

"Edward, come here." Colonel Mustang called lightly, while chuckling silently in his mind. He knew that the teenager would come back. He was right about that too.

Roy beckoned him forward some more with a gloved digit as he sat back down in his usual chair. "Is there something you want?" He quirked an eyebrow as he waited for an answer.

"Want something…?" Edward repeated in the form of another question. That was merely an understatement. Of course he wanted something, and the Colonel knew just exactly what that something was. "Y—Er, I mean no. No." He quickly spun around his face behind a curtain of his blond hair, so that Roy could not see the brilliant shade of magenta that he was now turning. Of course, there were the times where Ed was perfectly fine with all this, but then again, there were also times when his self turned ultra-shy and timid around any signs of love from his superior. This was one of those times.

Roy shot Edward a broad smirk before pulling the furiously blushing state alchemist into his arms, then making him collapse, so that Ed was sitting on his lap. He placed his arms around the teen's shoulders into an embrace and kissed him softly on the head.

"Y'know Ed," he chided "I know that you don't celebrate Christmas, nor do I for that matter… but… consider me being spontaneously nice to you a small gift?" The Flame Alchemist reached into his pocket and pulled out a miniature, neatly wrapped box, looking as if it could just hold some sort of necklace, or… ring. "Oh… and this too." He mused, now just grinning.

Edward took the small box into his hands, looking slightly confused.

"Merry Christmas." Roy said, before planting another kiss on Ed's lips.

Gladly returning this gesture, the young state alchemist grinned in his mind. Then, pulling back only slightly, he muttered "Merry Christmas to you too, Roy."

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Oh god… I am soooo sorry for making you all wait so long! I'm only into page 2 of chapter 4 in 'Thank You'. God, I suck. Anyways, I just have an imagination block right now, but I had a ton of Christmas ideas. I decided to vent some of my excess creativity with this. –grins- This is a sort of drabble, short story, and I'm thinking of making a new story thing just for drabbles. If I get some reviews out of this, I think I will go with that idea. Sometimes I just need to get off of writing a continuous pattern for sequels. But, all's well, I guess. This is kinda a Christmas gift for you guys. I hope you all like it. It's not too long, but I died. And if you want any updates on chapter 4, I'm working as hard as I can!