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1. Flowers RoyEd

"Hi mom." Hands buried in the pockets of his usual leather trousers Edward Elric looked down at the grave that bore his mother's name. The grey stone was one of many in the grassy cemetery of his home town. He was alone this time, not even Den was with him.

It was not an uncommon practice for Edward to come to his mother's grave. Speaking to it as if it were his mother with a caring ear willing to hear anything that her son might need to lift off of his shoulders before they crushed him. Trisha Elric had been an excellent mother while she was alive leaving her sons with memories of her that they cherished still referring to the woman affectionately by that title. Mother.

Able to conjure memories of the woman with ease it made it not so difficult to imagine the stone he sat beside might have been the woman herself. Simple dress and apron, hair pulled back to keep it out of her way. Baskets of laundry or groceries balanced on her hip. The gentle look in those green eyes, the soft smile. A mother's affection that had made the boys so desperate to get her back.

"I finally did it mom. Al's got his body back and me I just have my automail arm now. Can't be the Fullmetal Alchemist without automail now can I?" Managing a weak laugh he looked down at the gloved hands knowing one was flesh and blood while the other was wires and steel. "Not only that but the war is over. Things are changing. Guess you could say our luck, even the state's luck has changed." Pulling his gloves off he fiddled with them not looking up like he might were his mother watching him obviously struggling with words he was debating how to share.

A soft breeze made the long blonde bangs flutter and the fingers of his gloves sway as well. It was a little cool but that could be due to the fact the sun was setting. It was really a beautiful sight. The hills covered in the bleeding shades of the sky as the sun headed to greet the rest of the world, was made a little heart wrenching by the graves dotting the hills evenly.

Waiting another moment lifting his head not looking at the mark to the grave he managed a weak smile. No longer playing with his gloves he decided just to come out with it. "You know how you used to like it when father would transmute flowers for you?" Using the term father only because it would hurt his mother should she hear him speak about him so harshly when it was to her. It would break his mother's heart again. "You said you loved it when he would do that. I finally found someone to make them for."

That was actually saying something. Edward never thought he'd ever do such a thing (not just because the bastard did it). It was an act of love and affection in his eyes they you only would do for someone you cared for. Not just anyone. Maybe something he'd just considered doing for the one or family.

If Trisha could have smiled at him there was no doubt in her son's mind she would have been beaming and asking all about who this one was. Who had finally wrangled her eldest son's heart.

"He's waiting for me back at the Rockbell place." Pulling his knees up he rested his arms around them but not to offer himself comfort for once. "Yeah it's another man. I didn't see it coming either. He's a good man though. He helped me and Al after all, plus he's going to be Fuhrer soon. Helped to stop the Fuhrer before from keeping the country at war. Wants to save everyone though the stubborn bastard he is." The fondness in his voice betrayed any sting the words might have had.

Bastard was an odd pet name but Ed didn't do sickeningly sweet.

"I think..he does me justice mom. Al loves him like another brother. Roy, that's him, he looks out for us. Sure we've all seen our share of terrible things but that makes us a good match. I need someone who can understand. Roy can better than a lot of people." Shifting as the sun sunk lower he smiled to himself at the thought. "I made a promise to him, that I'd help him. I'm going to mom. Besides I can't let that idiot out of my sight long before he sets something on fire. He's a flame alchemist but don't worry he's almost as good as me."

Grinning broadly looking back to the headstone he tucked his gloves into one of his pockets. "I should head back now but first.." Getting onto his knees he clapped his hands together and laid them against the grass before the grey stone and it wasn't long before tulips began to grow then bloom from the soil. White tulips. A boy could dote on his mother and alchemy always had made her happy. As an after thought Ed made a red one amidst the group of white making it stand out strongly.

Though the blonde said he had to be going he stood looking down at the grave sadly. Mourning the mistake he'd made again for his brother and mother. The sun was still sinking slower the dark curtain of night pushing through some of the color of the sky.

The steps coming up behind him he didn't even hear but the arms around him brought him out of his daze. Gold eyes looking up to see the pale and smooth face of his lover. Smiling faintly Edward leant back into the taller man taking the warmth his body offered gratefully. Before the Mustang could get a word out a flower was held in front of his face by the boy's flesh hand. Taking it gently in his gloved fingers Roy looked down at the yellow tulip and chuckled.

"Thank you but do you know what it means?" Still holding the flower carefully in his fingers as his arm settled back around the smaller frame he could feel the other nod against his chest.

"It means I like you bastard." Was the muttered reply though the smirk he wore was worthy of the Flame Alchemist.

Shaking his head in amusement making the slightly shaggy ebony locks sway, the equally dark eyes looked down at the grave and had to admit the blonde was a genius. He knew what the flowers meant even if his slightly niave lover didn't. White tulips were for forgiveness. The red showed a declaration of love, for his mother in this case.

"Close. A yellow tulip signifies that someone is hopelessly in love.."

At Roy's words Ed just smiled feeling his cheeks heat.