A Country Life

Summary: Havoc reflects on his past

Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or any of the character, I'm just reading their thoughts.

Written by: The Castle in the Clouds


A smile swept over his face as he took in a breath of fresh air. The country air was so much fresher than in Central, and the absence of people gave it a peaceful and content atmosphere. It was good to be alive.

Havoc reached into his pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, flipping open the lid and eyeing the one he wanted.

"It sure is a beautiful day."

He closed the lid and returned the pack to his pocket, sticking the cigarette in his mouth with a smile. Being in the military had given him a sense of purpose and kept him busy while feeling like he was helping people. Along with that it had given him life long friends, not the fluffy and fun type that would get you drunk and in trouble or go days without talking to you, but the kind of friends that were born out of loyalty and trust; friends that valued every "hello" because they knew that they might never see you again.

a smirk crossed Havoc's face as he light the cigarette, letting his hands dip into his pockets. Maybe we was weird, or maybe he was getting soft, but for now the country life was enough. Working at the general store was enough. Walking up every day and breathing the fresh and open air was enough.

It was enough to be alive and well, able to let his legs take him anywhere he wanted to again. To go for a run, or a cozy stroll. To stretch in the mornings when he woke up, or to mutter curses when he stubbed his toe. He would forever have the memories of his military days tucked deep in his heart, but he could never brush away the pain he endured when Lust stabbed him or forget the humiliation and frustration of being wheelchair bound.

It was good to enjoy every day as it comes and goes, letting the river of life flow its course as he lazily rode along and enjoyed his country home. But still, he was a soldier at heart and the principles and values he learned in the military made him who he was.

Havoc smiled and made his way back to the general store, slowly puffing his cigarette as he let his mind fall deep in thought.

When Mustang gets to the top one of these days, then maybe... maybe I'll join again and have another go at it.

Havoc couldn't help but to chuckle as fond memories flooded his mind.

It sure was good to be alive.