Disclaimer: I do not own… Roy. Or Ed. Oh, how depressing it is! But I do own Adrian…
"Hold still, Ed," Mustang chided him. The blonde couldn't help squirming as someone else touched and braided his long hair. "It will come out all messy, and we'll have to sit through this again."
Ed sighed. "Not if you'd let me do it."
Roy smirked down at him. "That wouldn't be as loving of me." The older alchemist always found it amusing how Ed would always tell him no at first, but eventually complied with the ways of affection on his own. Two times, he had taken Edward back to his apartment and offered to share the bed. Both times, Edward had said he'd just sleep on the couch. And it always started out that way. But both times Roy had woken to find that a small figure had snuggled up to his side, fast asleep.
The blonde made some sort of undignified noise as the response.
"There," Mustang said, using a brand new hair twist to tie the braid at the bottom. "All done." Ed turned his head, criticizing Roy's work.
"Not bad, Colonel."
"Ed, you know it's Brigadier General. You're the one who's going to be the Colonel after today."
"Shut up."
"Yes Ed."
"Are… are the others going to be there?"
Roy looked into Ed's eyes, and saw the younger's nerves. "Yes, I do believe they are. Why?"
"Well, if it's just some stuffy officers, how am I going to face this?"
He laughed at the younger alchemist. "Then you just keep going. Most of them are push-overs, and you've got the charm to throttle them."
Ed still looked unsure, so Roy leaned over, and kissed him on the forehead. Don't worry about it." The blonde hesitated, then nodded, and stood up. Edward looked good, in the military uniform, as much as he hated to admit it. The very fact that he owned one made him nervous.
Being a dog of the military hadn't been so bad when he was allowed to roam free. But being kept on a leash, with a title…?
"C'mon Ed," Roy said, tugging on the blonde's hands. "It's time to go."
That first dinner had gone well, and they'd been together for a few months now. Edward, being the prodigy that he is, immediately received a position in the army as soon as they realized he was old enough to have such a thing. Roy, of course, had agreed to help him get ready for the ceremony. This included the fixing of the uniform, and his general appearance.
Because Edward had needed it.
"But I don't wanna go," he crooned, slumping against a wall.
Roy raised one eyebrow at him. Ed shrugged, then moved to follow as Roy motioned for him to leave the apartment. "Okay," Roy started. "If you trip on your way to get the star for your promotion, what do you do?" He opened the door to the car, holding it for Ed before moving to the driver's side himself.
Ed slumped down into his seat, making himself comfortable even as he answered. "Glare at you."
"Why's that?"
"You'll be laughing."
Roy smirked at that. "Alright Fullmetal. You win that one, but how about this: What if you're attacked by a mob of beautiful military women?"
"Oh. I know this. Don't glare at you."
Roy started the car, before grudgingly asking. "And why is that?"
Ed started to laugh. "Because you'll have such a pissed off look on your face and you won't even be able to do anything about them!"
The taller man didn't respond as he pulled the car out into the street. And Ed? Ed continued to laugh.
When they pulled up to the scene, Ed was surprised. It was a promotional dinner, and he wasn't the only one who was getting recognized, but he could see Mustang's team. All of them—and he certainly hadn't been expecting them to show up.
He gave a quick wave before Roy walked him over, and he grinned at all their bright faces. They were there for him!
"C'mon Ed. Let's get a seat before Breda discovers one of the militia dogs are in the room."
Ed looked at him. "Why would that affect anything?"
"You know how he gets around dogs. He'll be climbing up the ceiling before we know it, and if we sit by him now it won't be as embarrassing as sitting by him after he's realized this fact."
They took their seats, and Ed peered curiously across the table where Havoc sat. Seated next to him, looking more proper than he'd ever seen was Adrian. "Brother," she gushed. "You and your consort look lovely tonight!"
Havoc nudged her slightly. "You know that's not what they're being called. It's all a military secret."
Ed snickered, and Roy blushed. Underneath the table, Ed slipped his glove covered hand into Mustang's.
At the entrance to the room, the Furher began to talk. "Welcome all, tonight…"
Ed's golden eyes ran around the table once. Havoc seemed more interested in Mustang's sister, than anything else, and she was content with her head on his shoulder. The other members of the team watched the Furher intently—though Hawkeye did have a pleased look on her face over the two of them. And when he looked at Roy…
"You alright?"
"Never better," Ed whispered, squeezing his hand lightly.
And it was true.
It would seem that Alphonse had been right after all.
End.
KitsuneSam: So… Yeah. Took me long enough but I finished a fanfiction. Hope you enjoyed it.
