Author Note: Sorry this took so long; I have been excruciatingly busy lately. I wrote this at school during AP stats because we were just taking notes and it was boring. I also worked on it in Spanish class. My teacher is utterly insane… Here is theme 35: Letter. R&R

Disclaimer: I own nothing! It makes me angry

Spoilers for Ishval stuff

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Isval was a terrible place to be. High command, including Fuhrer Bradley, knew this and did everything they could to increase camaraderie among the soldiers. The soldiers were less likely to desert the unfair war if they had friends.

One of the methods was to bunk men from a few different units together in barracks like tents. Roy was with some foot soldiers and another state alchemist. He got along well with everybody except Kimbley, that man was just creepy.

Another thing high command did was set up a postal service for the men. Every Saturday they were allowed to send and receive letters. Roy sent a few to his foster mother and Riza, simply telling them that he was stationed in Ishval and was still alive.

He got a letter back from Madame Christmas, stating that he better be alive and if he wasn't she would flay him within an inch of his life, but none from Riza. So he kept sending Riza letters with the hope that she just did not have anything to say. One day, the men were all in their tent when the mail was delivered.

"Eric"

"George"

"Mustang" Roy looked over from his conversation as the mail soldier called his name. He walked over and received a stack of about ten envelopes all rubber banded together. The rest of the men stared as Roy went back to his seat; he had only received mail once, and it had been his mother. They were unsure as to who would send the major so many letters at once.

They watched in silence as Roy examined the letters. All of them except for one were labeled 'Ms. Riza Hawkeye' on the outside with a stamp that said 'return to sender'. The last one was addressed to Roy. He opened it with a slight glint of trepidation in his eyes. Why were all of the letters he sent Riza sent back to him?

The letter read:

Dear Mr. Mustang,

Thank you for sending Riza letters. Unfortunately, she left town about three years ago. She didn't tell anybody where she was going. I have been collecting her mail for a while now and decided to send these back to you. If you find her, could you please tell her that Mrs. Evans says hello? I'm sorry for the trouble,

-Mrs. Evaline Evans

Roy stared at the piece of paper in shock. He remembered Mrs. Evans, she always made the best cookies.

Thoughts swirled around in Roy's mind as he put the letter away. He glared at the still staring soldiers, a frown etched into place. They all jumped up and suddenly had somewhere else to be.

From that day on, Roy worried. Three years, anything could happen in three years. He worried that Riza might not have a safe place to stay. She might not have a good job. She could have died. He tried to forget that last one as he walked out of his tent.

It turned out, he mused to himself, that King Bradleys' plan to increase morale epically failed. Then he heard a familiar voice,
"Roy, Roy Mustang…"

Roy met up with Maes and they went for a walk. They talked, were nearly killed, and went back to camp for dinner. His worries about Riza were still running around in his head, only getting worse with each passing second.

Then he saw her, and his heart stopped.

Even this girl had the eyes of a killer

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End note: I have noticed that these are less like drabbles and more like one-shots. Oh well, it doesn't really matter that much.

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